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Bea gave me the same look she had when we first met. Her eyes had a dazed, softness that told me she was either tired or horny. I suspected the latter.

I fell forward but caught myself on the armrest. It gave me a chance to dot her neck with kisses.
“Enough with the romance. Time to fuck me, Mica.”

Mica laughed. His head thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and his damp cheeks rosy. And the smile. My vagina stared with her mouth agape and drooling.

“You couldn’t handle my four inchers. They scare most men.”
He winked and said, “I’m not most men.”
He was right. Mica could be both maddeningly stubborn but utterly caring. He was big and sexy, and like a tree, I had the strong urge to climb.

Mica looked hot, relaxed and confident. All I wanted to do was smack that smile off his face while climbing on top and grinding into him.

I barely understood what was coming out of Bea’s mouth nor had much interest in the items in her basket. But as she mouthed the words "salt scrub" and "anti-lather" I couldn’t help but stare at her mouth. Imagining her tongue and lips trying to produce those words with my cock nestled inside.

I narrowed my eyes and pointed to the open door. “I suggest you leave before I call the sheriff.”
The woman, who also smelled like wildflowers and honey, laughed.
“I heard the sheriff’s a hottie. I wouldn’t mind meeting him.”

“You come here often?” Jon winked.
Did he just try the oldest come-on line in history on me?

“You come here often?” Jon winked.
Did he just try the oldest come-on line in history on me?

“I, uh . . . tried to cook.”
“What were you attempting to cook, Tucker? Meth?”
“Pancakes. And I tried to reach your coffee, but the bag spontaneously exploded . . . probably from being on too high of a shelf.” He shrugged as if that was totally believable. “So, no coffee. Or pancakes. They sorta caught on fire.”

"I'm a nude furniture mover by nature, you know, like the ancient Romans. Greased up in olive oil and buck naked."

Fuck playing it cool. Niki was too sexy for me not to display every smile she inspired.

Tucker Six was rude, selfish, and wasn’t shy about where his eyes landed on my body. I should hate the man. My stomach should want to vomit in his presence, yet I couldn’t stop picturing last night with his toned arms and especially, his enormous cock.

“What if I’m psychic, but for porn?”

His cock had to be the gold standard of the male anatomy. There was probably a statue of it in his hometown.

“I take my coffee like a take my men, big and full of cream.” Willa said.
I frowned. “It’s too early in the morning.”
She nodded. “Yeah, my stomach agrees. Sex-filled sass is an after-lunch sort of thing.”

I thought by twenty-eight, she’d be over the Girl Scout cookie scheme, but the woman held a grudge like a one size too small thong held on to an ass crack.

Halfway done Idol. I can't wait to share it with everyone!

Willa sighed, pointing to her mouth, “If you’re going to murder me can it be death by kissing?”

Okay, everyone stay calm. I am half way done Idol!!!

Willa sighed, pointing to her mouth, “If you’re going to murder me can it be death by kissing?”

I LOVE these characters...

Does the hymen go back into place if it’s been over five years since you had sex? I was asking, for a friend.

Love writing about Willa and Hunter. Here’s a taste:

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about him? Maybe it was all that unshaven scruff and shaggy hair combined with drool-worthy dimples. I thought I’d pass out from horniness overload.

I am so excited about Idol. I have to share something from the beginning:

“Eyes up here, as*hole.” Willa’s lips quivered and I wondered what they’d look like wrapped around my c*ck.

ARCs have been sent out for Living Hell. Getting everything ready for the release in less than 2 weeks! Can't wait.

Just sent out the ARCs of Living Hell!

If you're interested in an ARC just MESSAGE ME or EMAIL me at lynxelizabeth1@gmail.com

Getting ARCs ready for Living Hell!

If you're interested in an ARC just MESSAGE ME or EMAIL me at lynxelizabeth1@gmail.com

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