Amanda Standing up, I strutted slowly toward Tim and kissed him lightly before heading for the door. "You coming?" "I'm close, that's for sure," Tim answered while following me with a bit of a lump in his pants. "Can you drive like that?" I needled after stopping in his path and running a finger up the protrusion leaning my way. "God, you are so fucking bad, and I'm loving every second," he replied while opening my door f...

The next morning, sunlight slanted through the bedroom curtains. Steve and Nicki lay tangled in the sheets, two mugs of coffee steaming on the nightstand. They’d woken early, still buzzing from the night before, bodies loose and satisfied. Nicki propped herself on one elbow, red hair a messy halo. “Do you think he heard us last night?” Steve took a slow sip, eyes twinkling. “Jim? Either he was dead to the world… or he had...

“SUCK MY BALLS, ASSHOLE!” With one last excited pump of her arms, Kris opened her hand and let loose. The die rattled across the narrow table, wobbled to a stop and rolled upright. Eleven. “Congratulations on your basic adequacy,” murmured Otis Chen beside her. “Shut the fuck up, Otis, you’re dead. Dead people can’t talk.” The combat session had gotten her blood pumping, and she wasn’t going to let her luckless cohort dra...

I snarl, lift my head and sniff, blood dripping from my fangs to spatter on the cheek of my meal. Thick crimson oozes from the twin puncture wounds on his neck and he groans. “Shut up.” He groans again. “I said,” I grip his hair and bang his head on the office desk with each syllable. “Shut. Up.” He gets the message. My nose twitches. Something in the air. Something new. Different. Exciting. Fresh meat, not like the pathe...

“Bree! Come on in, have a seat. Can I get you anything? Coffee?” “Please,” I answered Chris and nodded to his secretary, Jan. I felt a quiet rush of pride at the fact that she no longer needed to ask how I liked it. I had a standing coffee order in the office of Chris Fucking Jameson. How many people could say that? “A couple of things have come up that we need to go over,” he said, turning to tap away the lockscreen on h...

I can smell her coming from the steps, and the air in my bedroom is thick with the scent of her perfume and the chill night outside. She stepped through the door with that amazing smile, the one she always sports when she lays eyes on me. She was a vision in a short white summer dress that seemed to glow in the dim light from the scented candle. The fabric clung to her, and through it, I could see the delicate black lace...

The next night followed the same delicious pattern. After a quiet dinner—pasta, garlic bread, a bottle of red—Steve yawned theatrically in the lounge. “Another long one,” he said, stretching. “I’m shattered. Early night again?” Nicki met his gaze, her green eyes sparkling with mischief beneath the lamplight. She wore her short navy silk nightie under her robe, the fabric whispering against her slim thighs as she stood. “D...

Jenny liked the illusion of control her office gave her: the straight lines of the desk, the quiet order of ledgers and screens. With her dark hair smoothed into a practical style and a fitted blouse tucked neatly into her skirt, she looked every bit the professional accountant her clients trusted. That illusion shattered the moment Eliza walked in. Tall and unapologetically striking, the redhead filled the doorway in a d...

Gently, I lower my body down until I feel his nose touch my flesh and his hands grip my thighs. His tongue layers wet strokes upwards and downwards, probing, exploring. He’s building arousal, tickling and teasing all over. “If you’re good, I’ll touch your cock,” I murmur, “Don’t stop.” I grind up to his nose, then draw back. His tongue presses against my clit, then his lips close, and he sucks gently. My knees sink into t...

“Welcome back, everyone,” said the podcast host. “Today we’re talking to the author of Intentionality: The Art Of Something New, Benjamin Sills, and, my brother, I just wanted to confirm something with you.” “Sure,” said Benjamin, “I’ve got a feeling I know what it’ll be about.” A grin stretched his features. “Internet scuttlebutt dictates your inspiration behind the book was a woman you met once when you were at your low...