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I kiss her again as I work her pussy, getting her hotter and wetter, feeling her get more and more turned on by the moment. I hold her body against mine, smiling to myself as Harper begins to slow her stroking of my cock, even as she gets closer and closer to climax.

“Aren’t you going to…” Harper doesn’t finish the sentence, and I shake my head, too turned on to even talk for a moment.

I want to be inside her so badly, but I also want to make her feel as good as possible before I do.

“Not yet,” I say, slowly rubbing her clit. Harper cries out, and I feel her muscles clench around me as her climax starts, her whole body shuddering.

I work her right up until I feel her body relax against me, and slowly, very slowly, withdraw, bringing my fingers up to my mouth to taste her. She tastes just as good as ever, and knowing I got her off, tasting it on my fingers, makes me even more turned on than ever.

It only takes Harper a minute or two to recover, or so it seems to me, and we’re kissing again, touching each other. I’m guiding the tip of my cock up against her soaking wet folds. I hold her close as I slide into her, groaning against her neck as I feel her tight, wet pussy wrapping around me.

I let Harper do most of the work at first, twisting her hips as she rides me. Then after a few moments I can’t even help myself anymore, I have to get involved. I thrust up into her, hard and fast, and we’re just going at it without any kind of restraint at all, not even caring if we’re about to get caught.

I try to hold back a little while longer, but it’s impossible. Harper feels too good wrapped tight around me. I press Harper’s body against mine as I feel the first jolting shocks of pleasure coursing through me. I kiss her hungrily as we both hit our climax together, riding through it until we’re both exhausted.

I blank out for a moment, and when I come back, Harper’s breathing is just beginning to slow. We’re both drenched in sweat, but we’ll cool off quickly, it’s not the really hot time of year yet.

“We should probably get to the house before the parents start worrying,” Harper says.

I bring her hand, with her engagement ring, up to my lips and kiss it. “We’re going to keep this between us for a while, right? The baby, I mean. Obviously we’re going forward with telling them about being engaged,” I say.

Harper thinks about it and nods.

“I want to keep it between us until some of the excitement about us being engaged wears off,” Harper tells me.

“It’s kind of appropriate, when you think about it. Considering how much of our relationship we’ve kept a secret from them over the years.”

Harper giggles and climbs off me, and we start getting dressed.

“Now that I think about it, it’s kind of perfect,” Harper says as we finally walk back to the car. We should get to our parents’ houses just in time.

“You’re still sure that you want to have our wedding on my parents’ anniversary?”

Harper nods.

“Since we started out on their anniversary, it feels right,” she says. I give her hand a squeeze and we get into the car to head the last few miles to our parents’ houses right next to each other, and think about the fact that it actually does feel right that we’ll be starting our new lives together as married people on the anniversary of my parents’ wedding.

“Let’s get there and let them know, then,” I say, starting the car. I pull out of the parking lot at the lake, glancing at it in the rear-view mirror, and I think to myself that I can’t think of anywhere else I would have rather learned about our future.



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Revenge F*ck

(NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED!)





Revenge is a dish best served hot and sweaty

It started as revenge.

A simple way to punish my ex-husband.

Fucking his divorce lawyer, Eric.

It wasn’t supposed be anything more.

But when he touches me, it sets me on fire.

I don’t want to stop.

Yet how can we carry on when it risks my divorce settlement?

Maybe Eric is the one using me.

Screwing me and screwing me over at the same time.

What if I’m the one being played?



*** A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with a smoking hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***





CHAPTER ONE

KATE



I could really use a margarita right now. Big one, shoved to the top with limes that have been marinating in tequila for three days, pink salt. Extra tip for one of those tiny umbrellas in the glass and a bartender who replaces the empty glass with a full one before I notice. Once I get out of here, I am going to have at least three. Bare minimum.