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It’s a boxed set of previously written shorter pieces.
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Chloe heard Dawson leaving her father’s den and positioned herself carefully in front of the opened door, making sure her ass was tipped high enough to afford him a view of her lack of underwear under the short denim skirt. If this didn’t get his attention and force him to admit that he wanted her, she was giving up. Of course, she’d made that same vow, and broken it, at least six times in the past two years.
She stretched forward across the pool table, holding the pool stick to line up a shot. His footsteps outside the door made her stomach churn with nervous excitement, and she forgot how to breathe for a moment when he paused in the doorway. Knowing he was watching her sent a shiver through her, and she missed the shot she’d lined up.
“Hi,” she said breezily over her shoulder. “You up for a game?”
He hesitated a moment longer before stepping over the threshold. The click of the door closing made her heart jump. “I’ve had more than enough of games today, Chloe.”
His strange words and distant tone caught her attention. She set aside the pool stick and turned to face him. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m a fool.”
“No.” She stopped speaking when he stepped closer, looming over her. Excitement warred with anxiety. There was something different about Dawson tonight. He wasn’t the aloof man he usually was, and he certainly wasn’t the indulgent, amused guy he occasionally allowed himself to be around her.
“Yeah, I was a fool to wait so long for this.”
She gasped when he jerked her against him. Her body fit against hers like she was made for the embrace. A colony of butterflies took flight in her stomach as she pressed her palms to his broad chest, feeling his steady heartbeat through the flannel. “I agree,” she said in a throaty purr.
Dawson’s mouth covered hers, and she felt drawn into his heat. He consumed her, his presence overwhelming and absorbing her. Chloe’s head spun as his tongue pushed its way through her lips, sweeping through the moist depths to conquer her. His lips seared, branding her as his, and she gladly surrendered, wanting nothing more than to belong to Dawson.
She tangled her hands in his dark hair, stroking the locks that were as silky as she’d imagined they would be. Dawson moved his mouth lower, nibbling along her jaw line and down her neck. She whimpered when he breathed against the hollow of her throat, arching against him. He was hard and ready for her as evidenced by the stiff length of his cock poking into her stomach.
Chloe gasped when Dawson lifted her bottom onto the billiard table. She tugged at the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against hers. Somehow, her suddenly clumsy fingers managed to work the buttons loose so she could push the shirt off his shoulders.
She raked her nails through the crisp, black hair adorning his bronzed chest. “You feel so good,” she said against his neck as she buried her face there.
He growled some kind of response that was lost under the sound of her tank top ripping as he ruthlessly dispatched it. His large hands cupped her breasts perfectly, and she arched her back to offer freer access. In her wildest fantasies, she couldn’t have imagined just how good this would really feel.
Dawson’s mouth replaced one of his hands, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Chloe cried out as he laved the hardened bead, her pussy spasming. She didn’t resist when he pushed her backward to lie on the pool table, stripping the skirt from her in the process. The felt was slightly abrasive, but she forgot about that sensation as his mouth slid lower, leaving a wet trail down her stomach. Her thighs clenched nervously as he tongued her belly button before moving farther south. Her stomach tightened with anticipation when he kissed it as he drifted to her pussy. Her clit hardened as he breathed against her slit, his warm breath stirring all sorts of sensations she’d never experienced.
“Please, what?” he asked, his chin propped on her belly.
She groaned, not sure whether she was asking him to taste her, or to just take her, or even not to put his mouth there, for fear she would fall to pieces. Chloe shook her head, leaving him to interpret her request.
In the next instant, his mouth engulfed her pussy, and his tongue probed between her smooth lips. Chloe couldn’t hold in a small cry when the appendage swirled around her clit. Her body burned, and the fire originated from the epicenter of her nub and his mouth. She writhed frantically, seeking some kind of release while never wanting him to stop. “Please…” she whispered again.