her wild and wetter for him. With one final push, he was deeply imbedded in her. He wrapped her legs around his waist, and they moved in unison, her nails digging deep into his shoulders.
“William,” she moaned as she broke free from his lips, taking in some much needed air.
“Please, yes, William, yes,” she rambled, repeating the mantra until he touched a place deep inside her that had her screaming, bucking against him. As she came hard for the second time that night, Rosie’s orgasm had him following close behind. Thrusting harder, faster, he came with a loud bellow that his brother would have surely heard if he had been in the house. Shuddering, Bill slumped onto his elbows and buried his face in the curve of her neck.
All that could be heard was the sound of them trying to get their erratic breathing under control. Rolling onto his back, he brought her with him and settled her against his chest.
They lay together for a long time, watching the candles flicker and dance. The air was sultry and smelled of their combined scents and the smell of massage oil. William sighed, and his breath skipped over her heated skin and caused the flesh to dimple.
“Cold?” he whispered while drawing her closer.
“Never been hotter,” she replied as they drifted off to sleep.
*****
Laura stared at her screen. Logging into her email account, she saw that Dréa was right. Her part of the fantasy challenge was neatly attached to an email and waiting for Laura’s verdict. There was also a warning label in small print. “Only Dréa.” She sighed. And read aloud:
What follows is pure, unadulterated fantasy.
Dréa Riley cannot be held responsible if you should
ruin your panties, pass out from laughter or pleasure, or
have a public orgasm. Remember that hot sex needs few words.
Read at your own risk.
Laughing, Laura opened the attached file and nearly jumped out of her chair when a pair of piercing green eyes popped up on the screen. Dammit, Dréa and her darn pranks. Shaking her head, she scrolled farther down until she came to the first line of text and was immediately wrapped into a world only her best friend could have created.
Leave ’ Em Wet Dr é a Riley
Karrington Louise Ahlbrite was absolutely exhausted. She really literally felt on the verge of passing out. If she could only just make it from her car to the living room, she swore she’d sleep for hours. As one of the top spokespersons for a local PR Firm, Karri, as her current clients called her, was used to putting in overtime. But working for the dynamic duo of romance authors Dréa Riley and Laura Guevara was more taxing than working with any of Hollywood’s up and coming. That wasn’t to say it wasn’t an adventure and a blast. However, since replacing her coworker, Theodore, last fall, Karri had spent more time giving press conferences and penning letters and doing general damage control than if she worked for all of Hollywood’s latest fuckups combined with all its disgruntled has-beens. To say she was never bored would be an understatement.
And this latest incident! Good grief. How in the hell those two managed to get linked to a hotel fire on the famed Las Vegas Strip, she’d never know. She knew not to question the two. Even if she had, all they would have said was, “We didn’t do it.” There wouldn’t even be any inflection in their voices as they parroted the phrase. It was like they’d been brainwashed and reprogrammed to spout the mantra. There were times when she’d simply look at them or wave hello, and one or both of them would say, “We didn’t do it.” If she pointed out that she hadn’t spoken, let alone accused them of anything, they’d simply look at her and shrug before continuing to pretend to be innocent.
As she let herself into the sprawling two-story home, Karri sighed at the cool air washing
“William,” she moaned as she broke free from his lips, taking in some much needed air.
“Please, yes, William, yes,” she rambled, repeating the mantra until he touched a place deep inside her that had her screaming, bucking against him. As she came hard for the second time that night, Rosie’s orgasm had him following close behind. Thrusting harder, faster, he came with a loud bellow that his brother would have surely heard if he had been in the house. Shuddering, Bill slumped onto his elbows and buried his face in the curve of her neck.
All that could be heard was the sound of them trying to get their erratic breathing under control. Rolling onto his back, he brought her with him and settled her against his chest.
They lay together for a long time, watching the candles flicker and dance. The air was sultry and smelled of their combined scents and the smell of massage oil. William sighed, and his breath skipped over her heated skin and caused the flesh to dimple.
“Cold?” he whispered while drawing her closer.
“Never been hotter,” she replied as they drifted off to sleep.
*****
Laura stared at her screen. Logging into her email account, she saw that Dréa was right. Her part of the fantasy challenge was neatly attached to an email and waiting for Laura’s verdict. There was also a warning label in small print. “Only Dréa.” She sighed. And read aloud:
What follows is pure, unadulterated fantasy.
Dréa Riley cannot be held responsible if you should
ruin your panties, pass out from laughter or pleasure, or
have a public orgasm. Remember that hot sex needs few words.
Read at your own risk.
Laughing, Laura opened the attached file and nearly jumped out of her chair when a pair of piercing green eyes popped up on the screen. Dammit, Dréa and her darn pranks. Shaking her head, she scrolled farther down until she came to the first line of text and was immediately wrapped into a world only her best friend could have created.
Leave ’ Em Wet Dr é a Riley
Karrington Louise Ahlbrite was absolutely exhausted. She really literally felt on the verge of passing out. If she could only just make it from her car to the living room, she swore she’d sleep for hours. As one of the top spokespersons for a local PR Firm, Karri, as her current clients called her, was used to putting in overtime. But working for the dynamic duo of romance authors Dréa Riley and Laura Guevara was more taxing than working with any of Hollywood’s up and coming. That wasn’t to say it wasn’t an adventure and a blast. However, since replacing her coworker, Theodore, last fall, Karri had spent more time giving press conferences and penning letters and doing general damage control than if she worked for all of Hollywood’s latest fuckups combined with all its disgruntled has-beens. To say she was never bored would be an understatement.
And this latest incident! Good grief. How in the hell those two managed to get linked to a hotel fire on the famed Las Vegas Strip, she’d never know. She knew not to question the two. Even if she had, all they would have said was, “We didn’t do it.” There wouldn’t even be any inflection in their voices as they parroted the phrase. It was like they’d been brainwashed and reprogrammed to spout the mantra. There were times when she’d simply look at them or wave hello, and one or both of them would say, “We didn’t do it.” If she pointed out that she hadn’t spoken, let alone accused them of anything, they’d simply look at her and shrug before continuing to pretend to be innocent.
As she let herself into the sprawling two-story home, Karri sighed at the cool air washing
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