Three Secrets(14)

Cal dragged her against his body and captured her lips. At the feel of his hard, hot body pressed against her naked skin, her blood boiled with need. His tongue drove into her mouth and she met it. Another pair of hands glided down her back, then over her bare ass. Don stepped closer and nuzzled her neck, sending tingles dancing along her spine. Her bra loosened and Cal slid the straps from her shoulders. He released her lips and eased back, drawing the bra from her body, his gaze locked on her breasts. The nipples hardened under his intense scrutiny.

"God, you have beautiful breasts." He cupped one reverently and her hard nipple pressed into his palm.

"Fuck, no kidding." Don covered the other one and kneaded it gently.

She drew in a deep breath, her hormones spiraling out of control.

Cal kissed her neck, then down her chest. As Don’s hand slipped away, Cal licked her nipple. She sucked in a breath, then gasped as he took the hard nub in his mouth and sucked. Don slid her thong over her hips and down her thighs. He slid them to the floor and she stepped out of them, now in just her garter belt and stockings. He kissed up the back of her calves, then her thighs. The feel of his lips caressing her skin heightened the sensation of Cal’s mouth moving on her nipple. As Cal licked, Don kissed her ass.

She sucked in a breath as his fingers glided between her legs and along her slippery slit. Cal’s mouth found her other nipple while he stroked the abandoned one with his fingertips. Then he grasped the hard nub between his fingers and squeezed. Don’s fingers slid inside her opening and her knees grew weak.



His To Possess (Excerpt)


by Opal Carew

Jessica watched the busy traffic and streams of people passing by the window as she took a last sip of coffee, then set the empty mug on the table. One man crossing the street toward her caught her eye. There was something familiar about his face, but she couldn’t get a good look at him to figure out why.

She pulled her wallet from her purse and placed her credit card on the bill the waitress had left on a plastic tray on the table. Eating at this little restaurant a block from her hotel had definitely been a good idea. The food here was much cheaper than at the hotel restaurant and this trip to Philadelphia was already straining her budget. Coming here for the big career fair was worth the risk, though.

The waitress came by and picked up her card. As Jessica waited for her to return, she continued watching the men and women rushing by in business attire, trying to catch sight of the man again.

Self-consciously, she reached behind her head and checked her hair, which was held in a twist at the back of her head. She didn’t usually wear her long, black hair pinned up, but she felt it looked more professional this way. The same with her smart charcoal gray suit and white blouse. Not her usual attire, since the environment at her cousin’s Sally’s company, where Jessica had last worked, had been pretty casual and everyone who worked there normally wore jeans to the office. Thank heavens for credit cards.

She glanced at her watch, and her stomach churned. She had to get going. The waitress returned with her card and Jessica signed the slip and tucked the receipt into her wallet. As she slipped on her coat, she noticed the man again, this time buying a newspaper from a news stand just outside. She froze as she realized why this man had drawn her attention.

It was Storm.

This man, in his expensive-looking, tailored suit, his dark hair in a short and stylish cut, was the opposite of the Storm she knew. Her Storm had spiky hair and was typically in comfortable jeans and a skin-tight tank top that showed off his muscles and tattoos, with a black leather jacket at the ready for when he hopped on his big, sleek Harley. He was a guitarist in her brother’s rock band, and he wouldn’t be caught dead in business attire.

She watched this suited man as he tucked the paper under his arm and started walking down the street. That was definitely Storm’s face. She gathered her purse and briefcase from the chair beside her and stood up. What was Storm doing here? And dressed like that?