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PIPES AND PLEASURES part 4
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ANGEL'S POVHis grip on my neck tightened just enough to remind me that resistance would be useless here, at least not the kind of resistance my body wanted to give. I pressed my palms against his chest, intending to push him away, but the steady thump of his heart under my hand only dragged me deeper into the past.“Adam, stop this,” I whispered, though my voice cracked, betraying the tremor of need I refused to admit.He tilted his head, brushing his lips close to my ear without kissing. “You still shake for me, Angel. Divorce didn’t change that.” His thumb stroked the hollow of my throat, his gaze burning with wicked patience.He pinned me harder against the wall, his body covering mine completely, his presence overwhelming. With his free hand, he cupped my breast, squeezing until a low moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.“That sound,” he muttered, dark satisfaction curling his voice, “that’s the sound I’ve been starving for. You swore you were done with me, but your bod
Raw Pleasures UNFINISHED FIRE part 1
ANGEL'S POVThe cool of the evening wasn’t as planned with Adam Linn. This was supposed to be our twelfth year anniversary, a day meant for champagne, roses, and memories of how far we had come. But men being men, everything ended differently. We are divorced now, seven months and counting. So yes, this night was far from what I once dreamed.Adam is still allowed into my house because he has parental rights to our son. Pete. Pete Linn is seven years old, a boy too young to understand the wreckage of his parents’ love, yet old enough to see the cracks. I know Adam loves him. I also know Adam is a pain in the butt. Always has been. But here’s the thing no one really wants to admit—Adam fucks good.It was our hidden pattern, the dirty solution we both reached for whenever things became too heavy to talk about. Arguments, betrayals, disappointments, all of them had a way of dissolving under the heat of his body pressed into mine. A good fuck, and the tension would fall away, leaving the
Raw Pleasures PIPES AND PLEASURES part 4
SARA'S POVThe silk was everywhere. Around my eyes, muffling the light. Around my wrists, cinching them so tightly above my head that I could feel my pulse against the fabric. Around my thighs, spreading me indecently wide, making me nothing but a display for him.I had never felt so helpless. And yet, the helplessness wasn’t a prison — it was a fire. My body betrayed me, every nerve lit with a strange, pulsing hunger that I couldn’t contain.I heard him moving. The sound of ice clinking against glass. A freezer door closing. Then footsteps, deliberate, slow, dragging the anticipation until my skin prickled.“Rico…” I whispered into the darkness, my voice quivering, fragile.He didn’t answer. Not yet.Instead, something cold brushed my stomach. I gasped, jerking hard against the restraints, but silk only tightened around me, cruel in its softness. The ice slid lower, trailing a wet line across my skin until it found me — until it rested on my clit like a burning brand of frost.“Ahhh—
Raw Pleasures PIPES AND PLEASURES part 3
THIRD PERSON POVBefore she could respond, his mouth claimed her breasts again. This time, there was nothing soft about it. He sucked her nipple hard, drawing a strangled cry from her as his teeth scraped gently over the tender peak. His other hand anchored her hip against the slick tile wall, keeping her from slipping as his mouth switched from one breast to the other, devouring her like a man starved.Her back arched, chest pressed into him, but the shock hit when his free hand slid lower. His fingers slipped between her thighs, already slick and hot under the shower’s downpour. Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers inside her folds, stretching her open with a slow, deliberate thrust.Sara’s cry bounced off the tiled walls. Her hips bucked against his hand instinctively, chasing the fullness she’d been craving.“God, Rico…” she whimpered, clutching his wet hair as his mouth sucked harder on her breast, as though determined to leave her marked. The rough pull of his mouth pair
Raw Pleasures PIPES AND PLEASURES part 2
THIRD PERSON POVRico returned the favor, his touch reverent and rough all at once. His hands, slick with soap, traveled over her skin like he was mapping her body for the first time. He dragged the lather down the line of her spine, pressing firmly enough to make her arch. When he reached the curve of her hips, his fingers lingered, kneading the soft flesh before sliding lower, a teasing graze that made her breath stutter.The water poured over them, a steady roar against tile, filling the silence with heat and steam. But even that couldn’t smother the sound that slipped from Sara’s throat — a trembling moan, startled out of her when Rico’s lips closed over her nipple. His mouth was hot despite the spray, tongue swirling before he sucked gently, then harder, until she gasped and grabbed at his wet hair.He didn’t rush. He moved down her body like a man savoring a feast, kissing and tasting as if he owned every inch of her. When he finally dropped to his knees, the sight of him there
Raw Pleasures PIPES AND PLEASURES part 1
THIRD PERSON POVSara Montrose leaned against the marble counter, one manicured hand curled around a half-filled glass of Chardonnay. From the bathroom sink behind her came the steady drip of water — a sharp, irritating tap-tap that had already tested her patience. Normally Henry would have handled something like this, or at least made the call, but Henry was on another trip. Golf, business, whatever excuse he had this week — it was all the same. He was gone, and she was alone.When the doorbell finally rang, Sara smoothed her robe across her waist and opened the door. She had expected an older, weary tradesman. What she found instead stopped her mid-breath.Rico Anderson filled the doorway, tool bag hanging from one hand, the late afternoon sun catching on the curve of his shoulders beneath a white T-shirt. His jeans were worn, boots heavy, hair damp as if he’d just rinsed off after a long day.“Mrs. Montrose?” His voice was low, calm, but carried a warmth that curled through her.“Y
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