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“Baby, I’m going to… oh, shit—” Nick exhaled loudly, his toes curling beneath me as I heard hot wet drops of cum fall out of my ass, the beginning shots of his orgasm filling me up.
“Come in me, come in me,” I begged as Nick leaned onto my back, squeezing my breasts, draining everything he had into my ass, hot semen seeping over the entirety of my insides. He hugged me tighter than the belt, tighter than how his fingers felt inside me.
“Let me keep you… let me have you.” Nick panted, kissing my upper back and neck, his sweat dripping onto my shoulders. His erection fell out of me, his orgasm spilling over my thigh and onto my heels. So much of him poured out from how hard he gave it to me. “God, Elena… I’ve waited for you for so long. For this… for what comes next.”
“And I’ve waited for you… ever since I first saw you. It’s been the longest year, but the best one too… at least… now it is.” I leaned the back of my head against his hard chest, savoring each kiss he gave, each needy touch he delivered, his hand clawing at my stomach for an embrace. I didn’t think he’d ever let me go, and honestly, it made me want to cry with joy.
“Whoever is in there, don’t worry! I’m getting help!” The lady called from above, her feet shuffling away. I tried not to laugh, unsure of how much she heard, or what would even happen if the door were to suddenly open. Nick and I were completely nude, and in no desire to hurry. I wasn't sure if either of us cared to be caught, taking our time to kiss, to face each other, to snuggle.
“I give us about twenty minutes until the fire department shows up… but I’ll have us out in no time.”
“I’m not sure I want to leave.”
Nick smiled. “I’m sure we can make due… and if you think for a second I’m letting you go home alone tonight, you’re crazy.”
“And where are you stealing me away to, Superintendent Stafford?” I joked, tracing a patch of his chest hair with the tip of my finger.
Nick thought for a second, grinning with the most handsome dimple on his cheek. “Hmm… well, if I’m stealing you, then I’m keeping you at my place.”
“You stealing me or selling me on a new apartment?”
“Convincing you…” He kissed me again, affirming my answer that was already written on my face. “One bed, one home… no leaky faucets, no more lost mail.”
About the Author
Vivian Mae is a Latina indie author, who is dressed for New York, but living out of Phoenix, Arizona. When she’s not bored at her day job, she’s writing steamy, contemporary romance with relatable and angsty characters. All novels intertwine in the same story-telling world that Vivian has created, and feature a variety of hot book boyfriends in complex, emotionally driven situations.
Always steamy, always a happily ever after!
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Cuffed for Christmas
Anne Lange
1
Kris
November
I walk into the executive conference room—already packed with employees—and straighten my tie, then brush a hand over my hair to smooth it down. I used to hide at this time. Getting teased for my name throughout school put the Grinch in Christmas for me. But, once I entered the working world, I ignored any ribbing, hoping adults could behave like adults.
Kismet Publishing may not be as large as the big-five publishing houses, but it’s getting there. On the top floor of our office building in San Diego, with a wall of windows facing the Pacific, several of my colleagues are standing, some clustered in little groups, some taking chairs at the conference table. It’s always nerve-wracking when your CEO calls an impromptu meeting and provides no context.
I’ve worked at Kismet for almost five years, the last two as an acquisitions editor. I interned here during college as an editorial assistant. I was pleasantly surprised when they offered me full-time employment upon graduation. However, while I love San Diego, I hope to one day move to the main office in New York, home of all the major publishing companies. Although I enjoy editing, my passion lies in production or marketing.
I’ve dabbled at writing but discovered I’m full of clichés and have limited creativity for world-building. I’m well acquainted with my weaknesses and learned to leverage my strengths long ago. I’m here in the California office until the perfect opportunity comes along.
While I sweep the room, looking for my colleague Henry, I brush some crumbs from lunch off my jacket. He wasn't at his desk, so I assumed he might be elsewhere. But I don’t see him yet. I use the time to scan the room for one of the newest Kismet employees—Joy Calvin. But I don’t see her yet either.
“Hey, Kris. Got your naughty list put together yet?”
