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He was her addiction; she was his everything…

Emma Everly is ready for her happily ever after. James Shaw doesn’t know happiness. But Emma knows that there is more to the brilliant and sexy millionaire project developer. Yearning to experience the world of pleasure that James is offering her, with no strings and no future, Emma agrees to the parameters of his proposition. No love, just sex —and lots of it. After only one weekend, Emma feels her heart begin to bind to the man, and she knows she needs more, only James’ walls are up and he remains guarded and distant. He’s hiding something. As Emma falls hard and fast, into his intoxicating world of sex and passion, she fears that her own checkered past and James’ secrets may be what’s keeping their happily ever after just beyond their grasp.


“I can’t sit here and not know what your pussy tastes like. I know we have this unspoken agreement that we are going to wait to sleep together until after the gala on Saturday night, but I can’t wait until then to taste you. And I need to know what you sound like when you come.”

He fell to his knees and pulled my legs around, so they rested on his shoulders, pushing my shorty-shorts and thong to the side he blew cold air gently on my most sensitive area. I was already wet from all our kissing; my legs parted shamelessly, and I sucked in a breath as he gently drew a finger around my opening. His hands were confident and skilled and the man took what he wanted. And I was more than willing to give. He continued to swirl his finger around my wet and swollen slit, deliberately not pushing it inside like I wanted him to, like I needed him to. And then his mouth was on me; his tongue swirled around my clit in rhythmic circles then he thrust his finger into me, pushing in and out at just the right speed, my hips started to move, matching his rhythm.

“Jesus you’re tight,” he mumbled. I pushed my pelvis into his face trying to get more pressure in the right places. “And greedy, how long did you say it’s been since you’ve had sex?”                     He slipped another finger inside me, and I nearly fell off the couch. My hands slid into his thick hair as I rode his face.

“I… it’s been a while, oh ah… uh, nine months.” My eyes were closed, and I chewed on my bottom lip, grinding myself against his face.

My body was a maelstrom, my nerves unsure of what was happening, but relishing the discovery. I began to lose focus on the rhythm, my hips weak and jerking randomly as I tried to delay my destination, the journey just felt so damn good. He coaxed my body to the brink, just enough to make me writhe, but not enough to make me come. Over and over, like playing a fish on a line, he’d reel me into the edge and then let me slide back down, playing with me, toying with me.

Cleverly he remained focused on my clit, speeding up his efforts until a single stroke would set me off, only then did he move lower and thrust his tongue inside me, soft shallow dips and plunges, gentle and provocative laps of warm velvet against my sensitive flesh. Ready to combust, I whined and moaned, begging and pleading with him to let me come. Tightening my grasp on his hair and pushing myself into his face just as I let go.

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