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287 pages, ebook
First published June 29, 2013
“If you don’t get off my lap right now, you’re going to be naked and riding me until this thing in my pants calms down!”
“Did you really stop breathing? Did you even need mouth to mouth?”
“No. But it was nice to get it.”
“Gabe was generally aloof and stubbornly independent, but today she’d sensed the full force of that rare vulnerability she saw sometimes deep in his dark eyes.”
“Her entire life she’d struggled to lose the extra weight that enjoyed residing at five foot four Maggie Lawson. PO Box ASS, Zip code THIGHS. Seems it was its permanent address, and she’d come to accept the houseguests.”
“This man was her captor, yet he freed her soul; he’d caused her agony, yet also delivered peace; every touch was euphoric pleasure, and still every word promised pain and heartbreak…”

“I’m a bad man, Maggie."

The heart is sometimes the last to speak the truth

"Listen, why don't you just leave? I promise I won't call the police. I don't even know your name."
"Gabe."
She blinked. 'Gabe' didn't suite him. Maybe Atilla or Calingula.
She still blushed at the memory. David called the shop his ‘grocery store of genital goodies. And she’d been surprised that it was much like a grocery store, with seemingly ordinary people pushing shopping carts filled with its and other curious items up and down isles. He’d teased her mercilessly because of the wig and dark glasses she’d insisted on wearing, and repeatedly assured her that she looked like the only weirdo pervert in the store, especially after she’d spent a great deal of time questioning the manager about the most efficacious ways of cleaning and sterilizing the device she’d reluctantly purchased. After being referred to the manufacturer, she’d finally gotten some answers, and had even made suggestions that he assured her would be added as an insert with the product. She’d been thrilled to offer her expertise on infection control.

“Ahh… what are you doing?” Gabe walked over and stood next to her.
“I’m blow drying the sheets,” she stated simply. He gave a slight head shake as he regarded her.
“Why?” he asked slowly.
“I’ve inspected the sheets for bedbugs. Doesn’t appear to be any, but this is just a precaution. High heat should kill any microscopic eggs.”

“Is it good, Maggie?” he hissed, his hips snapping rapidly.
“Yes!”
“Tell me, honey.”
“Oh God, Gabe!”
“Tell me. I need to hear it!” he demanded roughly, his voice a cry of anguish. Her blue eyes snapped open and locked with his.
“Yes, Gabe! Yes! It’s unbelievable! You’re unbelievable!” she gasped as she spasmed on the hard granite.

...he let her thighs fall to the side, then rolled his sweats further down his hips and gripped the wide root of his member.
********************
His rod soon became stiff and hot and pushed eagerly into her palm.







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❝He’d teased her mercilessly because of the wig and dark glasses she’d insisted on wearing, and repeatedly assured her that she looked like the only weirdo pervert in the store, especially after she’d spent a great deal of time questioning the manager about the most efficacious ways of cleaning and sterilizing the device she’d reluctantly purchased. After being referred to the manufacturer, she’d finally gotten some answers, and had even made suggestions that he assured her would be added as an insert with the product. She’d been thrilled to offer her expertise on infection control.❞
❝“Hmmm…no shower?” He frowned sternly, acting appalled. But his lips twitched with amusement.
“Gabe, please, no teasing…” Her hips started to rock against the finger that dipped into her, and she groaned at the feel of his stiff shaft against her hip.
“But Maggie, we’re so sweaty and…dirty.”
She wanted to kill him…maybe after. “Gabe!”
“Is it okay if we’re dirty, Maggie?”
A wicked smile played on his lips, and Maggie had the feeling he wasn’t speaking literally. Oh shit! Her nipples pebbled hard and her hips bucked.
“Well?”
Her brain was malfunctioning. “What?”
“You want it dirty?” He swirled his finger inside her.
All she could manage was a weak nod.
“Say it.”
“Oh God...Gabe.” She could barely get her tongue to work with what he was doing to her.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Gabe…”
“You don’t get it if you don’t say it.” He brushed his wet tongue up her neck, inciting a riot inside her.
“I…I want it di…dirty.” ❞

