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Jessie is in her late twenties and describes herself as a private person. She enjoys spending time with her friends and family but when she’s working on a new book, she prefers the solitude of her home on the river. She loves kids and plans to have a family one day but for now, she’s focused on her writing.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Don’t go,” he murmured against the side of my neck. “Stay with me, just for a little while,” he whispered. I felt his body curl against mine. We were both still naked and I could feel every subtle ridge and groove of his body, not to mention the tickling of his hair. I nestled back against him. My body was set ablaze from being so close to him. His fingertips stroked playfully along my stomach. I closed my eyes as a quick arousal brewed within me. I could feel that he was growing firmer as he pressed against my thigh. I wanted more than anything to turn and kiss him, but I was afraid. I was afraid to look into his eyes and have my hopes crushed, I was afraid to look into his eyes and find him expecting an answer. He seemed to be hesitant to speak as well, but that might have been because his lips were busy caressing and suckling the sensitive skin of my neck. I released a heady sigh and he pulled me even closer. My body ached for him, despite the fact that it couldn’t have been more than a few hours since the last time we made love. I shivered as he licked slowly along my neck.
“Mm,” he mumbled and bit softly. “How is it that you taste so good?” he asked in a sultry voice before suckling my earlobe. I opened my eyes and tried to gain control over the desires of my body.
“I have a shift,” I whispered as I started to pull away from him.
“It can wait,” he growled and slid his hand gently down along my stomach. His fingers curled down between my thighs and grazed teasingly at my already sensitive clit.
“It can wait,” I agreed with a soft moan. He was now fully rigid and pressed intently against the curve of my thigh. He shifted up off of the bed so that he could tug me beneath him and for the first time I looked into those brooding eyes. They were hooded with a mixture of sleep and pleasure as he looked down at me. His lips crushed against mine in a heavy, demanding kiss. His hands drifted up along my body. Each one cupped and stroked one of my breasts until my nipples stood at full attention. Then his hands sought my wrists. He grasped them firmly and pushed them up above my head.
“Then you won’t leave me?” he asked as he gazed down at me. He bit lightly at my bottom lip.
“No,” I murmured and met his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Do you mean that?” he asked, searching my gaze.
“Not until you let me go,” I replied and shifted a little beneath him. The sensation of his heat hovering over me was driving me wild. I wanted him to kiss me, to slip inside of me, to lick, to nibble, to do anything but stare so deeply.
“I’ll never let you go,” he breathed and then kissed me so passionately that my toes curled and my hips rose so that I could caress the length of his cock. In the next instant he was inside of me, gliding deep and strong. The bed rocked beneath us as he quickened his thrusts and I felt a deep passion brewing in the core of me. I gazed up into his dark eyes and witnessed the heat boiling within him just before he crushed his lips to mine. I savored the sensation of his body encompassing my own. My hands stroked down his back and lower, grasping the curve of his cheeks to propel him even deeper inside of me.
“Yes Rebecca,” he moaned and brushed his lips down the front of my neck. I could feel the tip of his tongue tracing light pattern along my skin, followed by a fluttering of kisses. The gentleness of the sensation combined with the force of his thrusting left me dizzy with pleasure. My legs tangled around his waist and he pushed us both up along the bed. His hands slid beneath my back and lifted me slightly off of the bed. I gasped at the sudden shift in position. It allowed him to stroke even further. A desperate moan poured from between my lips, which seemed to inspire one of his own.
“Gabriel, you are amazing,” I muttered as his body rocked steadily. He brushed his lips over mine and then drew me into a passionate kiss. My heart was pounding as I felt an ache building deep within me. I opened my eyes and pulled back enough to look into his. I wanted to see him, open and honest as we shared such intense pleasure. His eyelashes trembled as his body quaked. He drew a sharp breath as he shifted his knee slightly on the bed. I felt his hand on my breast and I moaned as he began to massage it slowly. His fingertips trailed along my nipple, then tugged slowly. My body became even more sensitive as my mind drifted into a new level of paradise. I caught sight of his awed smile just before I closed my eyes with a wave of pleasure. I felt his warm moist mouth close over my other nipple. Then the world spun and I felt him shudder hard against me.
“Yes Rebecca,” I heard him growl. “Feel it, just feel it,” he encouraged me. Only then did I realize that I was bucking so hard against him. His mouth closed over my other breast. His fingertip teased the still moist nipple. I forgot about the bed against my back. I forgot about the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall. I forgot everything but the sensation of his mouth, his fingertips, and his throbbing cock gliding with determination inside of me. I knew only his flesh, the taste of his lips, and my heart longing for him.
“Gabriel,” I pleaded with him, just mumbling his name. “Gabriel, yes please, more,” I moaned. My words rocketed him into swifter movement. He lifted my hips right up off of the bed. I gasped and gazed at him as he plowed so furiously within me. I trembled as intense pleasure washed over me, stealing my breath.