If You Can't Handle the Heat

If You Can't Handle the Heat
Deliciously Naughty Erotic Romance for the Foodies

Tuesday, 30 September 2014

The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem — One Woman's brave and risky decision to add a third into her relationship

Please welcome back best selling author Lily Harlem...

The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem

If you enjoyed The Glass Knot youll LOVE The Silk Tie.”

New from Lily Harlem, The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a third into her relationship. Its steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley, Gabe and Brent.

The Silk Tie is available from Amazon

The Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers

Back cover information

Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play Im intrigued by our sexy new game.

But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabes dreams. Its not until I meet Brentgorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alonethat I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabes needs and exactly what I have to do.

But Im not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?

The bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.

“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.

Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.

He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”

“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.

“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”

“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”

“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”

I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”

He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”

There was a knock at the door.

We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.
The door opened and Brent walked in.

He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.

He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.

Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.

“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.

“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”

“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”

“Yes.” I nodded.

He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”

I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”

He released me and turned to Gabe.

I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.

“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”

Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”

“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”

“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”

Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.

I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.

Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.

Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”

I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.

“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”

That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.

Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.

When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.

“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”

“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.

Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.

I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.

“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.

“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.

Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.

He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.

Gabe was utterly still at my side.

Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.

Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.

“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.

“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”

Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”

I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.

Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.

Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.

“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”

“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”

Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.

“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.

I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.

“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”

Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.

Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.

Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.

Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.

Gabe panted and stared downward.

I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.

“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.

Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.

I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.

He began to withdraw.

Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.

Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.

Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.

“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.

“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”

Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.

Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.

My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.

Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.

Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.

“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”

Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”

“Not…like this…I want…I need…”

Lily Harlem Bio

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora's Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.

Her novel, Breathe You In, a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come, was named a USA Today Reviewers Recommended Read of 2013.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

Lily Harlem Links
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Monday, 29 September 2014

I'm being Grilled by @noellekeaton over the #AlwaysCambridge Series

I'm over at my pal Noelle Keaton's place today discussing my experience during the writing of the Always Cambridge Series. I hope you'll stop by and check out our conversation, leave us a comment if you'd like. She asked me some thought provoking questions. 

Follow the Saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge

Have a great day!

Sunday, 28 September 2014

#MasturbationMonday Phone Sex—A Fine How Do You Do #erotic #excerpt from If You Can't Stand the Heat

Oh Kayla, the image you chose this week for inspiration...phew, he's just mesmerizing. I couldn't stop watching him, although I felt rather naughty doing it. I came back to the page several times just to watch him, wondering what I might share this week that could do him justice. Hoping whatever I decide on might make him feel the urge to do this very thing again.(and perhaps a reader or two) :D

At first, of course, the tugging captured my attention. His nice firm hold on that beautifully erect dick. His grip is actually a little lower than my partner prefers. Duly noted and filed away. But once I'd caught his rhythm and the timing of the video loop, I started to pick up other delicious details besides the rapid yanking motion. He's not merely holding his balls and adding some much needed firmness there, but he's also fingering his butthole, another provocative and hypnotic image. I also noticed the muscle in his left thigh tighten and the vein bulge and thicken, as he thrusts upward, squeezing his fine glutes while driving his feet into the bed for leverage. Finally, I focused on the arch of his neck and his head on the pillow and the ever so slight tremble of his lower lip. Perhaps it's even a small moan or a curse, maybe even a word of encouragement. Like a Yeah! 'cause he's getting there. 

I was a bit nervous about including the clip. But I couldn't not post it. Sorry, double negative, please forgive me, but I'm typing rather excitedly for the moment. I blame you, Kayla and our lovely boy 'Troy' below. (Thank you, Kayla!) :p

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This week I'm sharing an excerpt from erotic contemporary romance If You Can't Stand the Heat.

Here's the blurb to set us up:

Somebody's about to get burned…

An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new cooking show—Sesto Théodore, an American-Italian New York chef, and 
Syn Fully, a world-weary author of erotica. It's instantly clear that they are complete opposites and their personalities clash, but physically, sparks fly and passion ignites.

However, after a video with some rather personal content surfaces on the Internet, Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the breach.

Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?

Reader Advisory: This book includes an occurrence of mild bondage and a scene of slightly dubious consent, as well as covert sexual contact in close proximity to bystanders. There is also reference to stalking and non-consensual taking of videos and photography and the dubious consensual use of restraints.


Syn looked at herself in the mirror. Stripping off the red dress, she tossed it right into the garbage bin. She wouldn’t wear it again—she’d felt naked in it all day anyway. But she would have to admit at times she’d enjoyed it. Especially when Théo had been mesmerised by her breasts.

Syn closed her eyes remembering how it had felt to have his big hands on her, his tongue lapping at her nipple. Syn covered her tits and gave them a firm squeeze then attempted to replicate the same delicious sensations with her fingers, circling and plucking at her nipples, while imagining the sights and sounds of her encounter with Théo.

Trailing one hand over her stomach, pushing her panties down, she let them fall to the floor then stepped out of them. Syn slid her middle finger straight into her pussy. She spread the slickness around, as delightful pressure invaded her cunt. Almost from the moment she’d met Sesto, she’d been in a constant state of arousal. This was his fault.

Turning her attention to her swollen clit, she barely touched the sensitive bud and gasped at the acute pleasure. Still stimulating an erect nipple, Syn skilfully fondled her breast and clit simultaneously.

Opening her eyes, Syn watched herself in the full-length mirror only heightening her excitement. She wanted to drag this out, to feel the raw burn of need before she allowed herself some release.

Syn plunked her bare ass on the edge of the cool vanity for support, opening her legs slightly. Using one hand she parted her moist pussy folds, exposing the tiny little button of nerves, then circling it slowly, chafing it until she could hardly stand it.

Curling her toes into the bath mat, Syn fought the urge to just give over and allow herself to climax.

Suddenly the phone rang, causing her to jump. Torn for a moment, whether to answer, she decided she could multi-task.

Running into the bedroom, Syn picked up, answering breathlessly. 



“Yes?” She sat on the edge of the bed.

“I, uh, wasn’t sure that I’d find you at home.”
Who was it? The person on the other end cleared his throat, as if nervous. Sesto? Oh my God!



“How’d you get this number?”

“The producer. I wanted to discuss what happened today.”

“Really? I was just reliving it myself.”


“Yes, alone.” She opened the night table drawer and picked out the blue and silver vibrator. “Would you like to join me?” She invited, quite seriously. She could use good old Sesto right about now.

The slight hesitation told her that he considered it. “No…I…”

“I don’t know about you, Théo,” Syn lowered her voice. “But I can’t get you out of my head. Do you want to know what I was just doing, while thinking about you?”

“I’m sure that I don’t but you’ll tell me anyway.”

“I was masturbating while thinking of you kissing my breasts and I was just about to experience sucking your cock again in my imagination.” Syn held up the vibrator and looked at it. Tossing it aside in dissatisfaction. “You made me so horny. I’ve been on pins and needles all day.”

“Do you have to be like this?”

Syn stilled. Too much? Was she turning him off instead of on? She didn’t even know why she was being so over the top with him. He just brought it out of her. She was always a little on the outrageous side when she played up Syn the author, but this was beyond even that. It was almost as if she wanted to push him to the very limit, to have him accept her.

Jesus, what the hell was wrong with her. She’d just met the jerk for fuck’s sake, why was she thinking long term. Most likely, she’d never see him again after the pilot was finished. And she’d made a vow long ago where men were concerned. Use them for physical purposes only without getting emotionally attached. Regrettably, she’d learnt that lesson the hard way.

“No, I don’t have to be. But this is me. Take it or leave it.”

“No, I don’t believe that it is.”

“Will you stop? You’re bringing me down and I was on the verge of an excellent orgasm before you called. How ‘bout you talk dirty to me and I’ll finger fuck myself while you do.”

There was silence on the other end…so long that Syn thought he’d hung up.

“There’s no way I’m going to do that.”

Syn raked her lip before continuing softly, “Undo you pants, Théo.” Syn waited for a reaction. Hearing the long exhalation on the other end, she wondered if he’d actually done it or was just curious to hear what she was going to say next.

“I’m going to get comfy now on my bed. I’m already naked. Are you comfortable?” Syn pressed the speaker button so that she’d have both hands free.

He grunted in answer.

“My nipples are so stiff, standing at attention. I can almost feel your lips, Théo. So warm and soft. You were so gentle with me. I’m touching them, but it’s not the same. Your mouth is so much better, so hot. I can’t make my fingers do what your tongue can do.” Using both palms, 

Syn rubbed her nipples.

Syn heard him swallow and she smiled.

“Are you touching yourself, Théo? Do you have that long beautiful cock in your hands? I’m so jealous. I want to hold it. Wrap my hands around you and stroke the sinewy length, and explore every inch of you from the satiny tip to the thick base. Will you wrap your hand around your cock, Théo, and pretend that it’s me touching you? Position your hand just under the head, give it a little tug for me.”

Syn heard rustling on the other end of the line. His breathing was shallow.

“Are you touching yourself?” Sesto asked, his voice gruff.

“Yes, I’m still caressing my nipples wishing you were here doing it for me.”

“Move lower.”

Syn grinned, as she slid a hand down between her legs. “Mmm.”

“Tell me what it feels like.”

“I’m so wet for you. Not just wet but slippery, a true sign of arousal. My middle finger slips right inside. No resistance. Sinking deep. Ahh.” Syn arched her back, her earlier excitement rushing back. “I need more.” Reaching across the bed, Syn clutched the vibrator, before sliding just the tip into her demanding cunt. “What would you do to me?”

He emitted a soft moan, his breath rattled and sounded jerky as if he were yanking his dick faster. Syn wished she could see him.

“I can’t. You’re the one that’s good with…unh-aaa…words.”

“I have the very tip of my vibrator inside me, holding me open, just waiting for the perfect time to plunge it all the way in.”

“Push it in farther.” His voice sounded strained.

“Not yet, Théo. We have some work to do. Would you play with my clit, Théo?”

“Yeah,” he panted.

“Touch it? Lick it? Suck on it ever so gently until I buck under your chin?”

“Ohh, yeah.”

“Say it, Théo. Tell me you want to lick my clit.”

He groaned then, not even attempting to stifle it anymore. “I want to lick your clit, Syn. Fuck! I’m gonna…”

“Don’t come yet, Théo. Wait for me, baby. Tell me what to do with my finger, it’s resting on my clit just waiting for you to tell me what to do, tingling in anticipation.”

Syn’s legs tensed as she sat poised to do his bidding. “Rub it, Syn. Just like I did to your tit. Just like you told me. As if I were licking pussy.”

Syn couldn’t help but smile as she did his bidding. He didn’t even realise that he was participating in the dirty talk. So much for the straight-laced chef.

“Oh, Théo, my clit is burning.”

“Faster, Syn.”

She did as he’d directed circling until she was digging her heels into the bed, tensing and clenching in an attempt to prolong the sweet torment.”

“My cunt feels heavy. What does your cock feel like, Sesto?”

He growled, a true animalistic sound. It sent a thrill through her. “I’m gonna fuckin’ explode, Syn.” His words were choppy. “Damn it, woman, come already!”

When he said the word come, a sweet zing of pure excitement shot through her sending her over the edge. Syn’s hips undulated on the mattress. “Ohh, Sesto, I’m comm-ingg!” she whimpered, plunging the vibrator deep inside her. She didn’t even bother to turn it on, just manually fucked herself with the appliance.

“Me, too,” he panted. “Sink it deep, Syn.”

Writhing on the bed, the room filled with their mingled moans of release, even though they were likely on opposite sides of the city.

It seemed like Sesto calmed long before Syn even wanted to. As much as the climax was good, she still needed more. But she required the real thing, not some simulation. She craved the hot slide that Sesto could provide her.

Théo cleared his throat and Syn pictured him straightening his clothes with that haughty look on his aristocratic face. The man who’d just been whole-heartedly taking part in phone sex was gone and the snotty chef was back. She couldn’t wait to hear how fast he got off the phone now or how awkward he’d sound.

“Well,” he began then coughed. “I will see you tomorrow.”

Not even waiting for an answer, he hung up, the dial tone blared in the silence.

 Syn returned the phone to its dock. “Well, that was a fine how do you do?”

I hope you enjoyed this snip from 
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Friday, 26 September 2014

#MySexySaturday Who's my Big Man? #erotic #excerpt The Best of Both Worlds

  Getting Your Sexy On ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to the 61st week of My Sexy Saturday.

The theme this week is all about getting your sexy on…no matter what your age. We’ve talked over and over again that everyone has their own idea of sexy. What is sexy to one person won’t necessarily be sexy to another. Yet, getting one’s sexy on is a driving theme no matter what the age of the character, no matter what situation they are in, be it life or death. You know as an author what we’re talking about. These are the characters who are ageless and always seem to be getting their sexy on. They can be a farmer’s daughter or the farmer, they can be a doctor’s wife or the doctor, they can even be a billionaire or his wonderful assistant. 
This week I'm sharing a snippet from m/f/f ménage erotic romance The Best of Both Worlds. But in this snip only some m/f interaction. Can't go wrong with a hot cowboy and a woman who knows what she wants! 


“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he breathed heavily. “I never got over you.”

I lifted my head to look at him and he captured my lips. He kissed just as I remembered—slow, sensually. But I was no longer equipped to sit idly by, letting him set the pace and not contribute to furthering the cause. I slid my hand up his neck and into his hair, pulling him closer, while molding my body to his. His whole frame was a lot harder. I opened my mouth and tickled his lips with the tip of my tongue. He moaned and allowed me entrance. Then the floodgates were open and neither of us held back. I didn’t imagine it was a pretty kiss, but man did it taste good.

God, I wanted to climb up him, wrap my legs around his hips, and pull him close. It was so very familiar but different. We were adults now, not two horny teenagers seeking out dark corners. We must have been of the same mind. Griff molded his large hands around my ass and pulled me to him, hard, then slid his hand downward, coaxing my leg around him. He picked me up and planted me on a nearby sawhorse.

Still kissing each other, all tongues and teeth, I went after his incredibly hard cock and he cupped my pussy through my jeans, rubbing frantically with his fingers, resulting in a nice wet rush.

“Fuck, you still tie me in knots,” Griff said out of the corner of his mouth, seemingly unwilling to abandon my mouth.

“I’m trying to relieve your stress, not add to it.” I undid his belt buckle then made quick work of the button and fly. I slid my hands into his boxers and filled my palms with his hot, smooth length.
“You’re so much bigger than I remember!” I panted in awe.

“I’m a man now.”

I felt the corner of his lip quirk upward at that silly remark. “OH, yes, you are,” I agreed wholeheartedly, showing my appreciation.

I hope you enjoyed this week's excerpt. Don't forget to check out the other MSS authors from the linky list below.

Have a Sexy Saturday! 

Monday, 22 September 2014

#MasturbationMonday Week 3 - HERS and His Part Deux - an #erotic #excerpt from Hard & Fast

Masturbation Monday is Back!
The idea to share a steamy hot post about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.

Last week I shared a snippet about watching your partner pleasure themselves and what a turn on it can be as well as a learning experience. Last time our man Billy had just found a pleasurable release. Now it's Joss' turn with a little help and encouragement from the hunky repairman. (If you missed last week's climax click HERE

Joss and Billy are new lovers in that wonderful phase of discovery. 

Here's the blurb to set us up...
Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm, Joss realises she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go.

An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.

But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.

Excerpt from Hard & Fast...

Eventually, Joss stretched out beside him. Billy gathered her close. His blue eyes were luminescent, filled with satisfaction. But Joss’ body was still thrumming for some fulfilment of her own.

He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, kissed her lips briefly then moved to take a taut nipple into his mouth, right through her shirt, but that didn’t last long either.

“I think it’s your turn.”

Before she could ask, he undid the button on her shorts and tugged down the zipper. She lifted her hips and he removed the garment. He then pushed her legs open and sat between them. His strong jaw tightened again as he stared at her cunt.

“Rub it, Joss. Let me watch.”

Unable to believe she was about to do this, Joss slid her hand down her body with deliberate slowness. Although she needed some release too, more so, she wanted to see Billy’s reaction. To drive him mad with desire for her. The way he watched her and the tension that built in him, it showed in his face and his body, making her feel so powerful. Like everything she did turned him on.

Joss palmed her mound—her fingers folded naturally around her pussy
lips. Billy gripped her ankles. Joss dipped her middle finger into her wet heat, and although it felt good she feigned a gasp, just to gauge his response.

His Adam’s apple bobbed and he gritted his teeth. Furthermore, to her delight, his cock was already stirring, showing signs of getting back in the game.

Joss moved to her clit, giving it a light tap. It sent jolts of sensation shooting through her midsection. She bent her knees, providing him an even better view. Billy’s lips parted while he watched raptly.

Joss began to circle her clit with the speed and pressure that she liked. Billy caressed her legs, much like she’d done to him. His touch was tender yet firm. But when he passed her knee and started to skim his fingers on the inside of her thighs, heat coursed through her. She eased up in an attempt to prolong it.

Billy stroked his thumbs firmly through the creases of her thighs. The contact made her legs quiver.
“Ya like that,” he breathed.

Still using his thumbs, he pulled ever so gently on her outer lips, stretching her skin, completely exposing her clit to her rotating digit. The feeling was raw and intense.

All artifice forgotten, Joss voiced her pleasure.

“Oh yeah,” Billy joined in, his own eagerness spiking again.

Billy tucked his middle finger just an inch or so into her pussy, then dragged it toward her backside. It sent Joss into a deep, convulsing climax.

Billy grabbed her knees, forcing them back, then speared his rigid cock into her spasming core. The room filled with their combined expressions of ecstasy. Joss striving to keep the exquisite climax she was experiencing going and Billy achieving his second.

Joss didn’t know if it was because Billy had already come once, or because of his age, but this time, he had longevity and he knew how to use it. Just when Joss began to come down from one orgasm, he’d pick a new tempo or pump at a slightly different angle and she’d be peaking again.

He finally started to thrust with purpose, and Joss was almost thankful. Almost. He collapsed at her side, struggling for breath. “Whew, you are somethin’ else,” he panted then rolled onto his back.

I hope you've enjoyed these past three weeks and the snips from Hard and Fast. Don't forget the check out the other MM contributors back at Masturbation Monday central

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5.Private Pleasure6.Normandie Alleman
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