Friday, 25 August 2017

Another filthy Xcerpt from Quick and Dirty


Love, passion, romance and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need. 

✩ Featured Authors 

     Nicole Morgan
Jocelyn Dex
     Alison Foster
     Kate Richards
     Linda O'Connor
     Samantha Holt
     Jerrie Alexander
     Whitley Cox
     Krista Ames
     Ursula Sinclair
     Measha Stone
     Tuesday Embers
     Siera London
     Rachel Shane
     Bonnie Phelps
     Misha Elliott
     Alyson Reynolds
     Jenna Bayley-Burke
     Madison Michael
     Pepper Goodrich
     Marcia James
     Destiny Blaine


The best way to get over a millionaire is to get under a billionaire.

Humiliated and angry Parker Ryan is ready to erase every last trace of her ex from her mind, body, and soul. Of course she can be adventurous. Exciting. Sexy. No matter what he said. She needs an exorcism, and Tate McAllister and the island of Moorea in Tahiti are just the man and place to do it. Tate is perfect for the job: billionaire resort owner, scuba instructor, philanthropist and, let’s face it, sex god. So maybe the affair isn’t the wisest move when she has to write her damn feature piece and review the hotel, but if he’s ready and willing to wow her in and out of the bedroom for the next ten days, the fling will be worth it. Parker can get the job done and have Tate fulfill all her fantasies, and she won’t, repeat won’t fall in love with the man. Even if every part of her wants to.

Excerpt

“Oh, God!” He grabbed his cock, angled it at my cleft and then sheathed himself to the hilt in one solid thrust. “Oh fuuuuck,” he sighed.
“Yes!”
“Parker . . .”
“Harder.”
He picked up speed and hammered into me, hard measured thrusts, stroking across my entrance and deep into my channel, hitting the right spot inside me, the spot that very few men can reach or even find. The spot that made me feel like I needed to pee and that my eyes were going to roll into the back of my head and never come back. I bowed my back and pushed my ass further up, welcoming him, taking all of him. One of his hands snuck around in front of me, and he wedged his way inside my robe; fingers found a nipple, and he started to pluck and tweak, pulling until they were both hard and aching, my breasts heavy in his palm.
Lifting one hand from where I was braced, I moved it down my body and delivered delightful little smacks to my clit.
“Are you smacking your clit?” he asked, his voice hoarse and strained. I could tell he was close. His cadence was starting to wane.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Harder!”
He did as he was told, and within a matter of seconds, we were both coming, panting and snarling as our releases took hold. He angled himself over my body and his teeth grazed my shoulder, tender bites that hurt just enough to let me know how good he felt, how unhinged he’d become. How wild I made him. I loved it. I wanted every bite, every bruise, every chafe.
He pulled out and moved away. A moment later, the light flicked on. I shut my eyes from the harsh glare. We were back in the same room as before, the soundproof room where he’d taken me yesterday. My hands had been planted on the bench for the baby grand piano; I could still see sweaty prints on the shiny black varnish.
Tying off the condom, he shoved it into his pocket and then did up his pants while I went to work adjusting my robe, tucking my breasts back inside.
“Hello.” I grinned.
“Hi.”
“Kidnapper routine, huh?”
He nodded, his smile making me weak in the knees. “Yeah. Do you have Stockholm Syndrome yet? Do you sympathize with your captor? Do you want to stay?”
I laughed out loud. “If by ‘sympathize’ and ‘stay’ you mean want my ‘captor’ to take me like that every day, then, yes.”
His eyes glowed salaciously as he prowled forward. “That can be arranged, you know.”
My arms drifted up to rest on his shoulder. We were nose to nose. “I’m sure it can. Seeing as you’re the big boss man and I’m in the presidential suite and have an all-access pass.”
His nose rubbed against mine as he pushed my back against the wall again, his knee urging me to spread my legs so he could settle between them. “You have all access, baby. Whatever you want, whenever you want it.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed. “I like the sound of that. A girl could get used to such treatment.”
Something, a shadow perhaps? Sadness? I couldn’t quite put my finger on the emotion that passed across his face, removing that sinister twinkle from his eyes, but it was only for a second. He quickly tossed on another grin and gave me one of those winks he was becoming famous for. The man was a master at many things, I was learning, and one of those was hiding his true feelings. Happy on the outside, and something else on the inside. Who was Tate McAllister? Would I get to know the real him?
His hand roamed down between us, and he flicked my clit. My whole body jerked in his arms, and he laughed.
“Enjoy it, baby. I am here to serve.” Then he drove his tongue into my mouth, and the whole erotic dance started all over again.

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