New Release! Golden Adonis by DCL Author Kate Hofman

After dinner, they went back to the loungers on the screened-in verandah, with the remains of the bottle of good red wine. “More?” RJ asked, bottle poised.

“Sure, why not,” Janice smiled, holding out her glass. “I’ll go make coffee when this bottle is gone, and you can pour us some brandy.”

RJ shook his head. “No, thanks. I’m not in the mood for coffee, but if you want some, I can make it. And I prefer drinking red wine to the kick in the guts that your brandy usually gives me. Where on earth do you buy that stuff?”

“Friend of mine makes it,” Janice said casually. “Got his own still at his cottage in the country. It’s 101 proof.”
“Small wonder I felt kicked in the gut, then.” He became aware of soft, seductive South American music. After listening for a moment, he asked, “What’s the music?”

“A Brazilian guitarist, with a rhythm section backing him. It’s a new CD. The moment I heard it, I had to have it.”
RJ nodded. “Great music for dancing…” He waited a beat. “Wanna dance?” “Love to.” RJ got up with the agility of a jaguar, and Janice quickly followed.

They moved to the living room, kicked their sandals off and danced on the velvety carpet in their bare feet.
After a while, RJ realized that he was incredibly turned on. It struck him that Janice was clinging to him—she had to be aware of how he felt. This was quickly confirmed, when she whispered, “You’re as turned on as I am…” With those words, she lost her footing, RJ tried to pull her upright, but her feet got tangled with his, and they both slid to the carpet. Janice giggled, whispering, “RJ, I don’t think you should be driving in your condition…”

“In my condition…?”

“Mmhmm,” Janice muttered. “Let me make you more comfortable…” She slurred the last word slightly, and began to remove his muscle-shirt. The moment she had pushed it up far enough, she began to feast on his nipples, licking, sucking, tickling with her tongue. He began to laugh. “RJ, you taste so good…” she moaned, “but help me get this shirt off you.” RJ obligingly removed the offending garment, and began to tug her top up, sliding his hands underneath, cupping one of her spectacular breasts, rubbing his thumb over her already hard nipple. I’m glad she’s not wearing a bra… He bent his head, taking her nipple on his tongue, where it seemed to harden and lengthen, as if he had given it a life of its own. When he sucked harder, Janice moaned again, “Don’t stop, RJ. This feels so good…” She slid her hands to his hair, removing the ‘doo’ rag, and confining his pony-tail. Instantly, his golden hair cascaded around them, giving them an unusual kind of privacy to do as they wished with each other.

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New Release! Scion Book 1: House of Bardin by DCL Author Miriam Newman

He kissed her again. He kissed her and reason fled, storming away from Lela on an unreasoning tide. She wrapped one hand around the back of his head, holding a hank of his down-soft The lonian hair. Her traitorous hand twined in it, giving her a momentary illusion that she had some control over what was happening, but illusion was all it was.
He let his weight down carefully upon her, chest pressing her breasts, hip against hip, legs twined with hers so that she felt points of fire along her entire body. Everywhere he touched her seemed hot, so hot, and his kiss was wanton and demanding. Men had kissed her that way before and she had been repulsed. Caius kissed her that way and she moaned low in the back of her throat and opened her mouth. His erection was heavy and pressed her belly.

At last he raised his face from hers and his lips sought the place near the hollow of her shoulder that made her shudder when he nipped gently and then soothed the bite with his tongue. Unthinking, she let her hand drift to the back of his neck. The other was trapped between their bodies in a position where she might try to push him away, but she knew she wouldn’t.

“Caius, truly, I can’t,” she protested, and missed his smile in the dark. She had used his name—a very telling thing.

“You needn’t,” he said. “Just let me touch you.”

Touch her. It sounded innocent enough…it was anything but innocent. He shifted slightly—so slightly—and touched the tip of her breast with the tip of his tongue. She gasped and her back arched, beyond her control, and he slid an arm behind the small of her back as quickly as thought and lifted her. Lifted her strongly, possessively, and without the slightest protest from her. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, and she cried out.

Her breasts ached and throbbed deliciously—a wonderful torment that couldn’t be soothed. Holding her, he let his kisses rain down her body, finding every sensitive spot while she lay helpless in his embrace. Eventually she simply couldn’t restrain herself any longer and pressed into his kisses, panting in distress.

“I don’t even like you,” she said plaintively.

She felt the explosion of his breath against her skin. He was beside himself with mirth, shaking in her arms, laughing so hard that a reluctant grin quirked the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, Lela,” he moaned, pausing in his seduction. “I don’t think liking has anything to do with this.”

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