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Together they've been looking after Anna a lot and really taken to their godparent duties with gusto.

"We don't have to get crazy if we're quick," I say to Ethan, standing up  and sauntering over to him. He eyes me. I can feel his stare as it goes  up and down my curvy body. I smile. I have him. "Besides, a blowjob  isn't sex, right? On the West Coast, they call it a California  handshake."

Ethan grows as my body presses against him. It's been a long time for  him too, and I can feel his hard cock tenting his dress pants.

"Oh, is that your cock, Ethan?" I ask as I rub up against his body. "It  feels good, poking into my stomach. I want to run my mouth over the  head. I want to lick it, suck it, and make it squirt."

Ethan's hands grab me and in that moment, it's better than any virtual  reality I could have had. I have the most amazing man in the world. And  he's all mine. Forever.

"Is that the best you got for me, Man Chaser?" Ethan asks me, pulling me close to him, his nostrils flaring.

"You think you can handle any more of me, Woman Tamer?" I shoot back.

Ethan smiles and I kiss him as he pushes me back to the sofa. My hands  are grasping at his trousers and I unbuckle his belt and unzip him.

Sure, we said we'd wait.

But we'll have plenty of waiting when Anna is back with Cheryl and Walter.

For now, it's all about celebrating the times to cum.





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Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney





I know it's been a while now since you first met me, but you ever wonder if things like this could really happen?

I do.

Or at least I did.

I mean, again, don't tell Ethan, okay? But there are days where I literally wonder if I'm living in a dream.

I have the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. Who seems to have a  cock that that can do its own bench presses at times with the power and  intensity that it fucks me with. I have a beautiful daughter. Living a  gilded life in the skies of Manhattan.

But you know, none of this story would have ever been possible without Alexis.

That's why when I walk into the master bedroom and see Ethan still getting ready, I tell him to hurry.

We don't want to be late for the launch, that's for sure.

"You know, usually it's the woman that runs late," I tell Ethan, rolling my eyes.

He glares at me. "You want to tell Cheryl that you have to go to a party when she's going over the weekly schedule?"

I shrug. Cheryl is a sweetie, and I know Ethan realizes that.

"Besides, what's this party for again?" he asks me.

I swear, he may be handsome and intelligent and sweet, but sometimes I  wonder if he doesn't have selective memory. Or selective hearing.

"Alexis invited us to the launch of her book," I tell Ethan. "You know, like I told you at least three times this morning."

"Oh, fuck. You're right," Ethan says. "What book again?"

Oh. My. God.

I swear to …

That's when I see Ethan smile and give me his infuriating but charming smirk.

"Got you, didn't I?" he asks.

Ugh. Sometimes I love him, but I just want to punch him.

He comes over to me and stands close. "Here," he says. "I got you this."

He pulls out an envelope and hands it to me.

"What is it?" I ask even as I open it.

"Alexis wanted us to have it in case our lives ever got interesting again," he tells me.

I look at it. Its a single paper.

With a few contact details.

Alexis Angel:

Email: [email protected]

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alexis.angel.754

Newsletter: Naughty Angels.

Newsletter Link: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9





I look up at Ethan. "Do you think our lives will continue to be as interesting?" I ask him.

He smiles at me. I'm sure that our lives won't be boring, but I wouldn't really mind. As long as my family is around me.

"Well, you know, after Alexis wrote Red & Blue and the Governor and  that Mayor fucking the Senator, or Scandalous about the Mayor's son  fucking his hot stepmom, or Client 5 about Arsen and his phone sex  business, she's been pretty hot," Ethan says.         

     



 

"I think the only thing I haven't read by her is Jailbait," I tell  Ethan, rolling my eyes. This is old news to me. I'm the one that found  Alexis, remember?

"Yeah, but did you know she also writes in collaboration with another  author called Erin Wright? They're going to have a new pen name called  Mona Cox," Ethan tells me.

I look over at him. Big, hulking, cut, ripped, whatever you want to call it. He's talking to me about fucking romance novels.

"Since when did you start reading the works of my author friends?" I ask him.

He smiles. "Since they started writing about the fucking hot as hell sex we have, babe," he says to me.

He takes a step closer and I can already feel that giant monster sized  cock of his poking me. I mean, 12 inches. It's going to reach me before  the rest of his body does if it's hard.

"You know we have a party to go to," I murmur as Ethan nuzzles his face on my neck.

"That's what I've been doing the last half hour was reading her book  about us, babe," Ethan says. "And holy fucking Christ we are fucking  hot."

Oh, don't I know it. Remember, the whole thinking I'm in a dream?

"Brings back some memories, doesn't it?" Ethan asks. "Reading about us."

He's right and just thinking back to what you've read in the last 75,000  words and actually remembering those experiences - I dunno - I don't  resist as I feel his hands grab my ass and pull me towards him.

In fact, I may actually be doing a little grinding of my pussy against his cock.

Whatever it is, it's enough to bring us in for a kiss.

And then one more. And another.

Until Ethan unzips the zipper on my dress and lets it fall to the floor.

I stand there in my strapless bra and black lace thong.

"Turn around and bend over," Ethan tells me. It's not a question. More a statement of what I'm going to do.

Which I am more than happy to comply with.

As I turn around, I see the clock on the nightstand.

Oh, fuck. We're going to be late. We can't do this.

But then I feel his cock against my ass cheeks.

That pulsing, throbbing, giant cock of his. I feel his hands squeeze my ass. My body begins to tremble with lust.

And you know what? I can be late.

I'd rather get fucked by this piece of gorgeous man meat right now than anything else in the world.

Alexis is a sweetie, though, so listen.

You've been with me this far. You've seen everything.

You've kept secrets when it was just me and you talking.

Can you do one last thing for me?

Can you email Alexis or tell her on Facebook that I'm going to be late? That Ethan and I are going to be late to her party.

Tell her, "They're busy fucking again."

She'll know what you mean.

Thank you so much, hun! Love you and hope you had fun!





Time For Some Cocks … Err I mean Cox





Ok, so that was Man Chaser. I really hope you liked it!

I've attached a Mona Cox book - Fiona Vs. Football Player.

Finally, in case you missed Gian and Lucy, we have a continuation of  their story in a separate standalone story that can also be seen as an  extended epilogue!

Our goal in this is simple.

To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with  the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various  corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us  closer together we feel.

Thank you so much for reading!



xoxo



Alexis





Fiona Vs. Football Player





This quarterback? Total opposite of deflated "footballs"...



I don't even like football!



But I like Danny Manning....



He's hot. With an insane body. Just looking at it makes me melt.

When he talks to me, it makes my head spin in excitement.

And when he touches me, it makes me sigh in pleasure.



I can't get enough of the guy! And he knows that!



Sure, he's so famous that it's a bit hard to adjust.

I may or may not have let it all go to my head.

Now I'm playing with fire by becoming the media darling.

But it's a double-edged sword. I could end up going from America's Sweetheart to Public Enemy if I'm not careful.



But being careful is something I'm not good at.

Not when I'm around him.



We'll just have to see how much trouble this tight end and quarterback combination gets up to, won't we?



*** It's the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Football Player in this  installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, and fun. No  cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***





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Fiona





"Oh my God, look at that one!" Christine is waving furiously, pointing  at one of the guys on the field. I place my hand over my eyes, narrowing  them into slits and trying to see the man Christine is pointing to.

"Which one? There are hot guys everywhere, Chris," I tell her, and it's  the truth. I don't know what it is about football players, but they just  look so hot and indecent. The kind of men you don't want to tell your  mom about ... but exactly the kind of men you want to climb in through  your bedroom window.

To be honest, I'm not a big football fan; Christine is. When I look down  at the field, I barely have any idea what's happening. All I see are  hot men running around and crashing into each other, their corded  muscles rippling on impact, and that's just fine with me.