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The Prop Room

Several times, during rehearsals, she had felt an ember of lust when she caught a glimpse of the chest hair peeking from his unbuttoned shirt. Now the full view of muscles vacillating between soft and hard caused her hips to inadvertently push up against him so hard that he lurched forward, landing with his hands beside her head. He allowed his head to slowly lower to Ebony’s ear and placed his teeth on the cartilage of the top. He flicked his tongue in and out as he moved his teeth slowly down to her earlobe and firmly tongued around her tiny earrings.

Ebony felt her breasts rise and burn as his chest pushed against her. Her hands—seemingly without her consent—were at his belt, pulling and fighting to discover more of this man. Her shorts had disappeared in the throes of passion. Soon both were nearly naked; their flesh was pressed against the other, and Norman had slowed to a lusty but adoring rhythm.

Taste of the South

General Jett Ransin was lost for the moment, and not in the war that plagued him daily. It was a war he no longer believed in—because of this woman—yet he fought it for her and her alone. What was the price of freedom? The freedom she had showed him was for all. He would not give her up, his sassy and sexy southern belle, with no questions asked. And so he continued on, leading his men and coming home to her to taste the South at its best. Jett moved now, hovering over her as she stared into his deep blue eyes, the crickets chirping loudly on the air, the willows swaying to the perfect harmony of the heat of the night.

Cold Water, Hot

I push you back against the door. I run my hand through your hair and caress the back of your head. You pull me in for a kiss. I bite your lip, and you slide your tongue into my mouth. My hands slide down to squeeze your butt; I lean back, lift you off the ground a little bit, and you wrap your legs around my waist. I lift you higher, kiss you deeper, and then pull back to look into your eyes. You brush my hair off of my forehead, and your eyes glitter at me from under your eyelashes; you bite your lip sexily for a second, then we kiss each other again hungrily...

Your panties slide right off, and I breathe heavily as I reach down and pull it off over your feet. I kiss the inside of your right thigh, licking closer and closer. I stop, then duck my head right for your clit. I give it a little kiss. You rise on your tiptoes for a second, your hand tightening in my hair. I pull back to breathe for a second, and then I push you toward the bed….

Woman, Egg, Windshield

He ran a small publishing empire, and she worked for an advertising agency that placed ads in magazines. They’d met at an out-of-town business luncheon six years ago. From the moment they had seen one another across the table, they were unable to keep their eyes off each other. They’d had sex in her hotel room that same afternoon. They had gone to dinner then, back at the hotel.