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Tease Me Thursday

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Here’s this weeks teaser…

*****Warning: HOTNESS AHEAD….possible NSFW. ******

Forever after, she believed betrayal tasted like his lips did that night. The salty tang of sea water and tequila mixed with the summer breeze still lingered in her mind.

“Bastard,” she murmured, turning toward the small seaside cottage. It had been three years since she’d been near the ocean, walked on a beach, and breathed the salty air. Now she remembered why she hated the ocean. It reminded her of his blue eyes and those nights…oh god, those nights.

She kicked open the cottage door and dropped her bags on the floor next to the dresser. The cottage was smaller than the one they had shared, but it wasn’t like she needed a large bed and a sturdy headboard. There wasn’t going to be any sex going on during this vacation.

Pulling her cell from her pocket, she hit the speed dial and held it to her ear. When she heard the beep, she left a message. “I’m here, safe and sound. Just wanted to let you know. Love you, bye.” Mom worried too much.

Nina flopped onto the bed, sinking into the soft duvet. She watched the ceiling fan spin overhead. “What the hell am I doing here?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not complaining.”

The sound of a stranger’s voice made her jump off the bed. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his narrow hips. “Who are you? And why the hell are you in my room?” Her gaze drifted down the bare expanse of muscled chest.

“I could ask the same, but I’m thinking a thank you sacrifice to the Hawaiian gods might be more appropriate.”

She pushed her hair back away from her eyes. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Shaking the disturbing thought from her mind, she focused all of her attention on his face. Only his face…too distracting if it dipped any lower, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried again. Nina narrowed her gaze and met his full on.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” She glanced at the open door and noted the number on the cottage. 8. Then Nina glanced at the key in her hand. 8. Yup, her room. So what the hell was this sinful stranger doing in her room, buck ass naked. “This is my room.” She held up her key.

He moved to the small counter by the refrigerator and held up another key. 8. “Looks like we’re bunking together, sweetheart.”

“Oh, hell no.” She backed up. “I’m going to get this straightened out right now.” Nina pulled out her cell and dialed the front desk. After a few terse moments on the phone with the concierge, she hung up in defeat. “There aren’t any other rooms. Everything is booked. She comped the cost of my stay, but that still doesn’t leave me a place to crash.” With a sigh, she turned to pick up her bags. “Could this day get any fucking worse,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Hold on.” His words stopped her. “We’re both adults, I don’t see why we can’t share. I promise not to drool on your pillow.”

 

So what do you think?

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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Here’s a fresh teaser for you guys this week…inspired by a pic I found online.

****WARNING: BDSM elements, Domme, sub, and a bit of rough play.

He hesitated before entering the studio apartment. When he finally stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him, I approached him slipping my arm around his waist and sliding the deadbolt home.

What happened here was between the two of us, I wasn’t about to share him with anyone. His sharp inhale at the contact struck a chord of lust and sent it reverberating through my body. The dim lighting reflected in his eyes as I looked up at him. They shifted from green to blue and dilated. I pressed against him savoring the hard feel of his body against mine and the smell of his aftershave.

“You shaved.” I brushed my fingertips along his jaw and pressed them to his full lips when he opened his mouth to reply. The words died in his throat. He nodded instead.

“Did I give you permission to do that?”

He shook his head.

“I can’t hear you.” I leaned closer forcing him to meet my gaze. My left hand rested on his chest, the other hovered over his lips.

“No, Mistress.” His brow arched and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The sparkle of mischief in his eyes emboldened me.

“We discussed this before.” My fingers traced his sharp jawline. I tangled my fingers in the mass of dark curls lying against his collar and tugged his head back with a sharp jerk. He dropped to his knees in an instant, his eyes still locked on mine, the heat simmering in their depths. “I told you not to shave this week.”

“My apologies, Mistress.” His deep baritone made me shiver. I loved the way he called me mistress, like it was a prayer and a curse all combined in a loving caress.

“If you’re not going to follow the rules—” I slid both my hands into his hair. “—how do you expect me to follow them.” His chest rested against my hips and torso. If I released his hair, he could bury his face in my cleavage, but I wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted. He came to me because he wanted my domination. I would give him what he wanted, but it would be on my terms. “Did you do it on purpose to garner punishment?”

His defiant gaze never wavered. “Yes, Mistress.” I tugged both fistfuls of hair. He moaned, his body arching against me.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” I released my grip and stroked the back of his head with my fingertips.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered as his eyes drifted closed.

I bent down and whispered in his ear. “Only when I’ve made you beg for it.”

 

Comments always welcome. What do you think?

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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This week you get to see the Western side of me. *wink* This story has been brewing for a while. I think it’s gonna be good.

*******WARNING:  Seduction and cowboys. Dangerous combination. ************

“You want me,” she said, her seductive voice slipping from her lips like her chemise straps from her shoulders.

“Lou, I don’t think…” he sputtered and swallowed the selling arousal, beating it into submission. All that did was flash images of her bare behind bent over his lap.

“Think what, Colt. Think you can tame me?” She took a step closer, the chemise clinging to her breasts like a whispered prayer. Reaching out, she traced her fingertip over his jaw down to feather over his lower lip.

“You’re drunk, Lou.” He steeled himself against the seductive allure of her touch.

“Aren’t you? I know you matched me. Shot for shot.”

He scoffed. “I have a higher tolerance for whiskey than you do. Stop, now, before you do something you’ll regret in the morning.” Pushing her hand from his face, he gripped her wrist savoring the silken skin beneath his fingers.

She stared at her wrist in his hand. Glancing up, she met his eyes, tears welling up.

“You…” she murmured. “You don’t want me?”

“Damn it, Lou.” He dropped her hand and stood so quickly, she stumbled back, collapsing into a chair. He raked a hand through his hair when the tears spilled silently over her cheeks.

“Darlin’, don’t cry.” He knelt beside her, placing his hand on hers.

She jerked it away, covering her face with her hands.

“Go,” she whispered so softly Colton almost missed it.

“I don’t…”

“I said leave, damn it!” she screamed, as the sobs started.

“Okay, I’m going.” Colton rose and strode to the door. He paused, hand on the knob listening to the soft hiccuping cry. “I’m sorry,” he said, barely looking over his shoulder. Once he was outside with the door closed behind him, he ground his teeth. Seeing her in pain was more than he could bear. What bothered him was her reaction to his refusal. He would never take advantage of her in an intoxicated state and she would appreciate that. Wouldn’t she?

He mussed his hair some more.

Colton wanted her more than anything else in the world. Always had, even when they were wild children. He always loved Louise, loved her enough to know when to walk away.

 

I hope you enjoyed this one. Leave your thoughts in the comments.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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My teaser for you this week comes from a little fantasy I’ve had for years. Not sure where it’s going yet, but I would LOVE to finish it and find out.

**********WARNING: Naughty thoughts about professors lie ahead. Proceed with caution.*********

 

Lexie sat in the over-sized leather armchair facing the mahogany desk. Bookshelves lined the walls and towered above her, intimidating and bold. She glanced at the door where a brass name plate gleamed back at her: Professor A. Logan. Lexie shifted in her seat, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.

“Sorry about that, Alexandra.” A masculine voice echoed from the doorway. “Had to tie up a few loose ends with the other faculty members about our class trip to New York City. Going to be a great trip. You planning on coming?”

She cracked open one eye and looked at him. He looked like a professor. The perfect specimen of a teacher that makes female students squirm during lesson time and pine for one-on-one instruction. Lexie would be the first to admit it; Professor Logan was a prime grade A man. Although she didn’t believe in teacher/student fraternization, she’d break that rule, in a heartbeat. Professor Logan was nothing but professional and courteous. So Lexie kept her lustful musings to herself.

“I was thinking about it actually,” she replied as she sat up and gave him a grin. She’d been told once that her smile was infectious. When he smiled back, she wished it wasn’t. Her heart skipped and stumbled a beat or two, and when it finally caught normal rhythm, she felt a shift of gravity in his direction. His smile was magnetic.

“Payment for the trip is due by Friday,” he said as he sat down behind his desk. “Don’t want you to forget. It’s going to be a fantastic trip.” He locked eyes with her. “I’d hate for you to miss all the fun.” The corner of his lips tilted upward and her heart stopped completely. It was more devastating than the smile. She looked at the bookcase and caught her breath.

Holy hell, I need to get out of here before I make an ass of myself and say something stupid. She gathered her composure and turned her gaze back to him.

“You said there was something you needed to go over with me to receive that final scholarship award?” She hoped that her voice sounded normal but being in this confined space made her more aware of him than ever. Let’s hurry this up, I need to go wring out my panties.

“Yes, I have a few questions I need you to answer before I can sign this recommendation for your scholarship.” He stood and walked around his desk then sat down in the chair next to hers. He handed her a clipboard with a few sheets of paper attached.

“Do you have a pen?” she asked, suddenly warm and breathless.

“Take mine.” He handed her his pen, his fingertips grazing hers.

Oh my sweet Jesus! It took all of her willpower not to jump him then and there. He was so close, his cologne swirled around her causing coherent thought to swarm and burst into blurbs of gibberish. Lexie looked down at the paper. She could see words, but no meaning infiltrated her brain.

She could sense him watching her. She forced herself to keep her eyes on the paper in front of her. Lexie tried to read but was distracted by his steady breaths.

“Are you okay, Lexie?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “They’re just standard questions. It’s not a midterm exam.” He chuckled.

She laughed nervously and quickly filled out the forms. At this point she didn’t care what they said. She just needed to get out of his office. His proximity was affecting her brain’s ability to form coherent thought. Lexie handed the paperwork back to him. This time there was no mistaking his hand grazing hers as he took the clipboard for an accident. She looked at him surprised.

“You have very beautiful eyes, Lexie.”

His compliment made her shiver. “Thank you,” she stammered. “I should be going.” She stood, but he was already walking toward the door. He closed it, effectively telling her to stay.

“Professor Logan, I should…” She reached past him for the door handle. His hand closed over hers, and she froze. An electrical current zinged between them, the warmth of his touch made her weak and hungry for more. “I should go.”

 

I hope you enjoyed this week’s teaser. Please feel free to leave comments.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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Crispin has returned.  Enjoy

No warning today…*wink*

 

Ruby approached a small cottage tucked near the edge of the clearing, alongside a less traveled road. She hoped Marian was home. There was only one person she could trust, the only person who would understand.

Sliding from the saddle, Ruby tethered the horse to a post outside the cottage. She licked her lips and raised her hand to knock, when the door opened. A pair of friendly hazel eyes set in a wrinkled, well seasoned face met hers.

“Ah, my little gem,” the old woman said with a chuckle. “Come in, child, come in.” She moved aside, welcoming Ruby into her home.

The small cottage held a simplicity and warmth, embracing her as she stepped into the room. A savory stew simmered on the stove, its tantalizing scent curling around her. Her stomach growled in response. She pressed her hand to her middle and glanced at the old woman, embarrassed.

“Sit,” Marian commanded, motioning to the table. She went to the pot hanging over the fire and ladled the steaming stew into a small bowl. Setting it before her, Marian slid into the chair across the table and watched her.

Ruby devoured every morsel. Her full stomach warmed and the warmth infused her whole body. She sighed, contented.

“What happened?” Marian’s tone made her look up at the old woman. Her wise eyes missed nothing it seemed.

“I believe I’ve made a terrible mistake.” Ruby buried her face in her hands. She took a deep breath and then looked at the old woman again. Marian had been there for her years before, when she had been wandering through the forest, cold and alone. The kind woman had taken her in, clothed her, fed her, and then taught her to survive and how to fight. Most importantly, she taught her how to make a difference.

“Well, it could always be worse, you could have gotten caught,” Marian said in an attempt to soothe her. Ruby laughed.

“I rescued a man several nights ago. Saved him from being killed outside a brothel.”

“As I taught you to do, help those who cannot help themselves.”

“It was the prince.” Ruby’s voice trembled. Marian’s eyes widened slightly, her withered hand clenching into a fist and releasing repeatedly. She pressed on. “I gave myself to him.”

Marian’s jaw opened and closed a few times, no sound emerging. With a heavy exhale, she finally found her voice. “You’d better start at the beginning, child.”

 

Thanks for stopping by. Comments and questions are always welcome.

❤ Jen

Wasted Time: My Ending of Serenity

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I jumped on the Firefly/Serenity bandwagon late, but I am hopelessly addicted to it. I found myself wishing, like some fans I’ve talked to, that Serenity should have ended a wee bit differently. So, I wrote this little piece of fan fiction to give Malcom and Inara the ending I would have liked to see. This story takes place right after Serenity ends. Enjoy. 😉

********Warning: NSFW…I think you know why. *******

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They’d been in the air for less than a week when she cornered him in the kitchen. Mal had put River at the helm of Serenity with Zoe by her side. He needed sleep. It’d been too long since he’d seen his bunk, let alone slept in it.

“We need to talk,” she said, her voice slipping over him like a silken caress.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the cabinet. What now? Mal turned to Inara and met her dark gaze. Here it comes. “Look, can it wait? I need to sleep, I’ve been awake for the past sixteen hours and the only sleep I got before that was in my chair on deck.”

Her lips twisted in a sympathetic smile, and her gaze flickered down to the floor. Oh, she knew how to play it demure and delicate like she was cradling a fractured egg. He crossed his arms when she spoke. “I need to furnish my shuttle. Can we stop for some supplies?”

Mal sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re two weeks from anywhere that even remotely resembles civilization. Our destination is three weeks out. Can it wait until we reach port there?”

Inara bit her lip letting it slide between her teeth as she slowly released it and nodded. Any exhaustion he had turned to instant arousal. It was always like this with her. When she stood this close, when she spoke to him, the innocent touch of her hand on his arm or the simpering smile she used when she wanted something. Life was easier without her that was for damn sure. But he craved her, more so now than ever.

With a resigned sigh she turned away and walked out of the room. Mal rhythmically banged his forehead against the cabinet. Why did she do that? Every gorram time. He made her feel inadequate and frustrated and…well she made him feel like a chastised child. He grumbled in Chinese as he stalked out of the kitchen to find her.

Her door was open; she mustn’t have returned to her room. He climbed the ladder to the shuttle and knocked on the doorframe. “Inara.” Stepping through the doorway, he saw she had constructed a bed and decorations using items from the ship. It wasn’t her typical style, but he could see the elements of her personality in each piece she had chosen. His fingertips slid over the red silk draped around the doorway.

She glanced up from where she stood by a small table. “You still haven’t learned to knock, even after all these years.” Inara sighed.

Mal glanced at the door then back at her. “Actually, I did knock.”

“But I never invited you in.” She arched her brow as she took a step toward him. “What makes you think you’re welcome here?”

He crossed his arms. “Last time I checked this still was my ship and I was the captain. So technically that gives me the freedom to go where I please, when I please.”

“It’s my shuttle.” Her eyes blazed in defiance.

“Really? When did we sign a new lease?” He smirked at the emotions flickering across her face. It was too easy to get her flustered. Her cheeks pinkened. “Cause to my knowledge, we never came to any new arrangements for lease of this shuttle.”

“What do you want? Same as last time?” She swallowed and tilted her chin up obviously too proud to admit he was right.

“Are you going to go back to business as usual if I let you have it?” The heat of her body flickered against him as he closed the gap between them.

She tipped her chin up to face him and tilted her head. Her red lips glinting in the dim light. His body stiffened as her tongue darted out to moisten those lips. He swore in English and in Chinese.

Her brow arched higher. “Don’t pretend like you care, Mal. You’ve had your chance; that ship has sailed. If you don’t want me here, then drop me at the nearest port and put me in your wake.”

Mal clenched his fists itching to grab ahold of her and shake her senseless. She faced him, eye to eye, unflinching as he stared deep into her eyes.

“No, I won’t lease it to you.” His voice low and dangerous. “Because I have other plans for this shuttle.”

Inara scoffed. “No, you don’t. You never make plans. Why start now.” Her hand came to rest against his chest as she straightened his collar. “You have no idea what you want.”

He grit his teeth. “The hell I don’t.” He snatched her wrist and pulled her against him.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t fight his hold. “What are you doing?”

“What I should have done a long time ago,” he swore before kissing her. Sweet merciful God, he could taste the ginger and nutmeg from the tea she had earlier. Her mouth soft and pliant as her hands wrapped around his neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured against her lips.

***

Inara slid her fingertips through his hair. His skin hot under her hands, his body burning against her. How…no, why had she waited so long? Being in his arms and drowning in his kiss made her body ignite with sensation. She’d not told him, withheld her infatuation, her lust for him for so long the dam threatened to burst from his kiss alone.

He pushed her back until she hit the wall, the chill of the metal cooling her overheated skin. His hands slid over her shoulders and down her sides. He pinned her hips to the wall with his own. She loved the feel of him pressed against her.

“Clothes…off…” She rasped out the words between impatient kisses. Her fingers diligently unfastened the buttons on his shirt, tugging it from his pants. She slid the fabric over his shoulders, her fingertips trailing over his skin. Inara bit her lip as she met his gaze.

His blue eyes narrowed, intense and dark. She’d seen that look before, many times, when he was focused on something and refused to back down. Now that gaze was fixed on her, and she shivered with anticipation. Once Malcom Reynolds had something in his sights, nothing short of a Riever attack would stop him.

“Tā mā de.” The word spilled from his lips soft as a prayer. Fuck. Inara grinned. He wanted this as badly as she did. He fumbled with the fastenings along her spine.

“Oh, I intend to do just that,” she said reaching to help him unfasten her gown. She brushed a gentle kiss against his mouth. “Then I’ll take my time.”

Mal pushed the button next to her head and the shuttle door slid closed. “Good.” He kissed her hard this time, demanding and passionate. As he slid her gown off her shoulders and bared her to his gaze, his eyes darkened to midnight blue.

She let it drop to a puddle around her feet. Her heart fluttered in her chest when he leaned into her skin to skin. “Do you want me?” she whispered wrapping her arms around his neck.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he stared at her for the space of a heartbeat. “I must be out of my gorram mind, but so help me, I do.” Mal climbed onto the bed and covered her body with his own.

“You’re forgetting something,” she said with a giggle. Her hand traced the top of his pants. She unfastened them and helped slip them off. “That’s better.”

Mal offered a half-smile. “It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked.” Her fingers threaded into his hair, and she pulled him closer to whisper against his lips. “Those images haunted me.”

He frowned. “You didn’t…”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Inara reveled in the sensation. His body against hers drove her to the point of madness. She sighed as his hand slid down over her hip.

When his fingertips slid across her folds, she whimpered. Mal trailed kisses along her jaw and neck as he touched her. She arched against his hand and pulled herself closer to him. Then he delved inside of her, his thumb grazing her tender clit. He chuckled when her hips rocked against him.

“Are you trying to torture me?” Inara licked her lips watching the smirk playing on his.

“Maybe a little.” He added a second finger while massaging her clit in slow circles. “Payback for all those times you tortured me.” He kissed her neck, his teeth raking against her skin.

“No more than you did to me.” She gasped when his hand vanished, and he settled between her legs. He slid his cock against her and kissed her again, drawing her lower lip between his teeth. “A lot of wasted time.” He slid in filling her, and she raked her nails across his back. “Liánmǐn.” He held himself still and leaned his head against hers. Mercy.

She rocked her hips, and he swore in Chinese. Her fingertips traced along his shoulders. He tensed above her. “You can move. Might make this more exciting.”

He met her gaze, his eyes ablaze with desire. When he captured her lips again, he thrust into her, over and over. Caught up in the maelstrom, she met his movements with her own. It became an ebb and flow, a pairing of bodies, a mating of minds. She’d wanted this from the very first time they’d met. Inara inhaled his scent, lost in the memories assailing her. Who am I kidding? This isn’t fucking. This isn’t a job. This is Mal. The realization broke any hesitation that remained. Inara had always loved him.

She caressed his face as they made love. His attention riveted on her. Placing her hand on his hip, she slowed his pace. Gently she pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.

Mal arched his brow in question but said nothing. When she moved, his hands settled on her hips guiding her. His head tipped back, and he drew his lip between his teeth. Seeing him in the throes of passion, caught up in pleasure she brought, made her heart soar. I love you, Mal. I always have.

***

He opened his eyes. Her ebony hair drifted over her shoulders the ends grazing her nipples. How long had he wanted her like this? The softness of her skin, the way she surrounded him, her scent, everything…it was almost too much. She undulated against him taking him deeper and making him want more. They’d wasted too much time, and now he was going to make sure every moment counted. Starting with tonight.

She tossed her head back and let her curls dance against her skin as she rode him. He met her pace with his grip steady on her hips and swore again. Being inside her was the closest he’d come to heaven since he’d taken to the sky with Serenity.

When her eyes met his, he saw the shine, the sparkle of humor dancing in their depths. The trace of sadness that always lingered there had been swept away. She leaned down, her hair trailing across his chest. Her eyes met his as she took his lips captive.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust into her, hearing every whimper that escaped her lips and devouring them. She leaned back, her hand fisted in her hair as they met each other’s frenzied movements, searching for the release they both craved. He saw the pleasure building as her controlled persona broke, and she arched against him. Brushing his thumb in circles over her clit, he watched her shatter.

As her climax took control of her, he couldn’t resist the urgent pull of her body begging him to come too. His body shook as his release consume him. When she collapsed against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and burried his face in her hair.

“Why the hell didn’t we do that sooner?” he asked absently stroking her back.

“I don’t know.” Her mumbled response stirred the hair on his chest. They lay in silence, and he found himself drifting in half-consciousness. Inara shifted and pressed a kiss to his lips. He smiled unsure if he was dreaming. Completely sated, he gathered her in his arms and let sleep creep up on him. Just before it wrapped him in its dark embrace, her voice echoed in his subconscious.

“I love you, Malcom Reynolds. Heaven help me, but I do.”

The End…or is it? *wink*

I hope you enjoyed my venture into fan fiction. I had to write it…I must have been out of my gorram mind.

Thanks for reading.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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A snippet from my short story releasing next week. A Cat Without a Grin is an Alice in Wonderland inspired short story sprinkled heavily with my own brand of sexy and sinful.

Here’s a peek:

******WARNING: NSFW and guaranteed to make you want to read more. **************

 

“You disappeared without a fucking word, Alice.” He reached
for her and she yelled as he wrapped a solid arm around her waist,
pinning her to the bed beneath him. She kicked her legs and beat
her fists against his chest. “I think you need your ass tanned for
doing that to me.”
“Let me go!” Alice pushed at him until he captured her wrists
in his and held her still. She blew a stray strand of hair from her
face and glared at him. “You didn’t give two shits about me. Fucking
ignored me for months. I couldn’t take the rejection anymore,
Chez. I had to go.”
“I had to ignore you, avoid you,” he said as his cock hardened
with every move she made against him. “I wanted you so fucking
bad, but it wasn’t right. You were still a child.”
“I was seventeen.”
“Yeah, and I was twenty-four. I wasn’t going to be a pedophile.
I had respect for you, damn it! I was waiting until you went
to college, until you knew what you wanted.” He ground his hips
against her thigh, showing her exactly how much he still wanted
her.
Her eyes widened. “Chez…I…”
He cut her off, too angry and hot for her to give a shit if he
sounded stupid. “All you had to do was wait, Alice. Was that so
fucking hard for you to do? Wait for me.”
“I did,” she whispered, the words so soft he nearly missed
them.
“You ran off. How is that waiting?” Chez felt his blood pumping
hot beneath his veins. It took all his effort not to kiss her senseless.
He glanced down at her bare skin, her breasts begging for
attention as they trembled with every breath she took.
She met his gaze, her blue eyes flashing with fire. “I’m still
a fucking virgin, Chez. I saved myself for you…not that it mattered.”
His cock stiffened to the point of causing him physical pain.
“Fuck.” Every ounce of restraint he had snapped with those
words. He kissed her, punishing and hard, a kiss to set them both
ablaze.

Hope you enjoyed the teaser….<3 Jen

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Tease Me Thursday

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This week is another snippet from Crispin’s story. Enjoy.

******NSFW: Graphic descriptions and general bad-assery********

 

“These dogs have been a menace to the people for far too long, and the King’s men have done nothing to halt their attacks.  They must be dealt with.”

“You believe you are up to the task then?” Cris asked, watching her closely. “Tell me, lovely Ruby, how many men have you killed?”

For a moment, she stared at him, distracted by his compliment, then his question struck her. “Too many,” she said as she fingered the bow at her side.

“Not with an arrow, at a distance,” he said, leaning closer, his gaze rived to hers, his blue eyes piercing her own.  Her heart fluttered and pounded. “I mean looked them in the eye as you plunged the blade in their chest, then watched the life slowly drain from them.”

Ruby opened her mouth to answer but snapped it closed.  The truth was, she hadn’t, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him.  She wasn’t proud of the fact that she’d killed anyone at all, but something in his expression made her want to earn his approval.  But that was ridiculous.  Why should she care what a pompous noble’s son thought of her?  She pressed her lips together.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, the corners of his mouth twisting up. “You haven’t.”

“Does it matter?” she snapped.

“It does.  What if one of your rescues went awry and one of the bandits has you pinned, ready to rape you or worse?  Your bow can’t save you.  Will you let him take you any way he wishes and then steal your last breaths with agony and pain?”

She stared at him, her jaw clenched tight.  “I shall defend myself as necessary.”

“Even if that means slitting his throat?”

“Aye.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.  I could take a blade to your throat right now and you’d let me live.”

Ruby slapped him, the crack of her palm against his cheek louder than she thought it would be.  His smile widened, his eyes laughing as they focused on her again.  She raised her hands to strike him again, and his hand encircled her wrist.

Within a breath, he was straddling her legs, his hands around both wrists, effectively pinning her against the tree.  She glared at him as he sat on her lap.  Ruby jerked her body, trying to free herself.  His hold tightened.

“Get off of me,” she ground out from between her teeth.

“I told you,” he said, leaning closer so his breath whispered across her cheek. “You couldn’t take me.”

“Let me at my dagger and I shall prove it.” Ruby met his gaze.  Her mind raged at her, screaming at the imminent danger.  It was her body that betrayed her as her back arched toward him, her breasts brushing against his doublet.

“Not today,” he said as his lips claimed hers.  The kiss went straight to her head, pleasure surged through her mingled with anger.  Indecision swirled through her like a whirlpool. The more she fought him, the harder he leaned against her, sliding his body along hers.  Delicious friction played between them.  Sparks of desire ignited inside of her.  Even though she didn’t want him, she wanted what he offered.  A hunger she didn’t even know she had awakened.

 

Until next week, my wicked darlings.

❤ Jen

 

Tease Me Thursday

/ Jen Bradlee / 1 Comment

Here’s this weeks teaser. It’s a scene I’m going to use in a novella. A masquerade story set in the 19th century.

Enjoy…

******WARNING:  NSFW, I repeat NSFW. Sexy fun time descriptions.************

 

“Sweet Julia,” he breathed, leaning closer. “Would you do me the honor of your company?”
I open my mouth slightly to protest his charming words, and his lips press down upon mine in a cunning, gentle kiss.

“Come, my lady,” he says, meeting my gaze. “Let us away.”

He takes my hand and leads me to a darkened chamber off to the side of the main ballroom. Once inside, he closes the door and locks it.  His gaze is predatory as he turns and stalks toward me. He pins me up against the wall, his hands framing my body.  His warmth envelops me, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“What do you wish of me, your grace?” I whisper as he slides his hand up over my hip.

“My lady, I want your beauty for myself.” His breath caresses my lips. I suddenly want to taste him. His hand cups my breast through the gown. I curse the fabric, wanting us skin to skin, with nothing inhibiting his touch. He leans into me, his lean, strong body pressing against me.

I whimper as his lips brush against my jaw. “My lord…I…I….”

“Tonight,” he murmurs between kisses, “you are mine.”

“What about the ball, your father, the guests?” I rasp out as he slowly inches up my skirt. His fingers trail over the silk and velvet, letting the cool air kissing my thighs. I’m overwhelmed with sensation. He lifts his head and looks at me. His blue eyes are the color of midnight.

His fingertips brush against my thigh, sliding up underneath my drawers. When he touches my center, I shiver with anticipation. “You’re so wet. Have you been thinking of me, hoping that I’d notice you?”

“Aye, my lord.” I can barely get the words out as he dips his finger inside of me.

He claims my lips in a punishing kiss.  I taste the wine spiced with desire on his lips as he plunders my mouth.  My hands slip into his hair, wrapping in the curls, tugging.  His kiss is only intensified by the gentle stroking of his hand between my legs.  He slides two fingers inside of me and I cry out against his mouth.  His other hand slides into my bodice, cupping my breast.

I’m about to explode from the onslaught.  His touch ignites a fire of pure desire, coiling deep in my belly.

“Oh, my wicked girl.  Is this what you wanted?” he whispers into my mouth as I gasp with pleasure.

“Aye,” I say on a gasp.

“Would you give yourself to me?  Completely?”

 

Oh, I’m such a tease. *wink* What did you think?