Precious Hearts Romances Books Novels & Stories

He kissed my inner thighs, my stomach, and every mark he’d left on my skin, whispering praises the whole time. “You were so perfect for me,” he murmured, kissing my collarbone. “My beautiful girl. You did so well.” I blushed deeply but let him take care of me. He helped me into one of his oversized t-shirts, then pulled me back into his arms under the covers. We lay tangled together, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back as I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “You okay?” he asked softly, kissing the top of my head.

And I froze. Sweetheart. That’s what it said under the caller ID. Not a client. Not a number. A name saved like it meant something soft. I stared at it a second too long, then locked the phone like it burned me. Maybe a relative, I told myself. Sister, cousin, something harmless. But the phone lit up again almost immediately. A message preview flashed across the screen. > Hey babe. Today’s sex was wonderful. Can’t wait to have you in my bed tonight.

Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

ALEXEI I was in my office, the heavy oak door framing a picture of stoic control. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the bookshelves crammed with leather-bound volumes, each a silent testament to the Pushkin legacy. Yet, I couldn't focus on the crackling flames or the comforting aroma of pipe tobacco. My mind, usually a battlefield of strategic maneuvers and calculated risks, was consumed by the memory of her kiss. Zoey. Her lips, soft and yielding beneath mine, had ignited a fire within me, a wildfire that threatened to consume the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my heart.

He reaches over, his hand gripping my wrist tightly. “Don’t.” “Excuse me?” I question, my heart thumping when his knuckles brush my cleavage, making my eyes flash pink. “Don’t tempt me,” he warns huskily. His eyes flicker gold as he looks down at my necklace- or more like my breasts and I want him… “Oh…” I murmur, my heart racing. Our eyes meet once again and I’m unable to look away, as if the magnetic pull of those dreamy hazel eyes with thick lashes are tugging me into their magical abyss.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.

Love still prevail. ~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~