Sunday Snippets 3 – DESIRE AND DECEPTION by Sharon Buchbinder

Today’s Sunday Snippets is from Sharon Buchbinder’s erotic thriller, DESIRE AND DECEPTION, the story of a man-eating Mexican cartel princess and the secrets she’d do anything to hide.

A baby cried in the distance. Tomas glanced at the bedroom door, then back at Isabel. Indecipherable grunting was followed by the sounds of the baby cooing and giggling.

“Out of all the nannies in Mexico, you had to get a deaf one. What were you thinking?”

He shot her an annoyed look. “Wasn’t like I had a lot of time to interview her. Besides, you should be happy. You told me to get a quiet one this time.”

Isabel sashayed closer to Tomas, and pushed her breasts into his chest. “I think you were too busy looking at her big breasts and nice ass to notice anything else.”

Tomas flushed. “Izzy, no, it’s not like that–”

“I see the way you stare at Rosa. You look at her like she’s an ice cream cone.” Isabel licked her lips, grabbed her husband’s ass, and pulled him close. The citrus smell of Emporio, her favorite men’s cologne, enveloped her. “The only woman you’re going to lick is me. You got that?”

He leaned down and nuzzled the hot spot on her neck. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis against the growing lump in his jeans. Her robe fell open, and Tomas began kissing her breasts, licking and rubbing her hardening nipples. She ran her hands under his shirt and traced the outline of the large grinning skeleton tattoo on his back from memory. He slid his hand between her legs. Already wet and aching to have him inside, her nimble hand reached into his pants and found his rock-hard erection.

“I’ve been very naughty,” she breathed into his ear. “I want you to spank me. Hard.”

The robe slipped onto the floor in a puddle of white silk. Naked, Izzy, strutted to the bed, sat down and patted the bedspread. Slowly, Tomas strolled over, drawing out the suspense.

“I suppose you want to know why I’ve called you into my office.”

She giggled. Role play. Perfect.

“Well,” she ran her hands over her breasts and tugged at her nipples. “I’m thinking you’re about to give me a nice promotion.”

He stood knee to knee with her, his jeans rough against her skin. “Are you kidding? You’re one of the worst secretaries I’ve ever had.” Tomas plopped down on the bed and pulled her over his knee.

She wriggled her crotch against his rising bulge. “I don’t understand, Boss, what did I do?”

“For one thing,” he caressed her buttocks in slow circular motion, making the circles smaller and smaller. “Your coffee sucks.”

A soft slap landed on her ass, barely causing her to flinch.

She nearly spat in frustration. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“For another thing, you can’t type.”

A harder smack. That was better.

“In fact, I have ten things that I need to discipline you about. So start counting. And don’t skip any numbers. You’ll only make it harder for yourself.”

“Ten.”

His hand landed on her bottom in a furious staccato, the cracking sounds filling the room.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She jerked forward and his clever fingers slid between her labia, sending an explosion of pleasure mixed with pain up her core.

“Nine.” With each slap, he stroked deeper, harder, sliding in her wet moist center, strumming her clit like a guitar string. She was so close, just a few more spanks and she’d be there.

“Seven.” A furious crack on her smarting butt, soon, soon she’d be there–

The Mexican national anthem blared from a red telephone.

She moaned. “Not now.”

“You’d better grab the damn thing before it gets to the next verse.” He stepped away from her. “You know how your father is.”

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Sunday Snippets 2 – PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne

Today’s Sunday Snippet excerpt is from PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne, an erotic romance about a returned war veteran who has seen too much, and the woman who is destined to lead him out of the darkness:

He felt heat radiating toward his fingertips from the shiny metal. He knew it was impossible, and yet tonight, the impossible seemed real. Here with Pandora, in their private little cocoon, disbelief could be suspended and anything could happen.

His fingers closed over the silver sculpture and he saw the shudder run through her as he caressed it, sweeping down one curving line and back up again, shifting his grip, releasing it, touching with feather-light caresses as she closed her eyes and moaned from deep within her throat. “So you feel that?” The roughness in his voice betrayed how hard it was to remain in control as she lay on the floor, arms and legs flung out in abandon, tendrils of hair going in all directions. He thought he had never before seen anything or anyone so beautiful.

“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s like torture.”

“Good. And what about this?” He leaned over and pressed his lips to the metal, nuzzling it, nibbling, the tip of his tongue reaching out to taste what would surely be the slight bitterness of metal. But, no, it was as if he tasted the delicate citrus flavor of her skin, sweet and heady and hot beneath his touch.

“Oh, Flint, yes, that feels so good.” She shuddered and opened her eyes, meeting his gaze squarely as he continued to trace the curving lines of her work. And all the while, he was watching her, watching as her lips parted and she moaned his name aloud, watching as her hands moved across her breasts, pausing at the nipples to touch, explore, pull gently before moving down her stomach to hover at her mound. “I feel you right here,” she whimpered, and the pressure and the heat in his groin grew almost unbearable.

“I feel you too, Pandora.” He knelt before the piece, one knee on each side of the large base, shuffling forward until he was hard against the metal, his gaze still linked to hers. “I feel like I’m pressed up against you.” And it was truly as if their bodies were entwined together, the extraordinary heat of the sculpture wonderful agony as he thrust, slowly at first then faster, his cock sliding up and down the uneven curves of her art as they folded themselves around him as if they, too, wanted to draw him in to their aroused and aching centre.

“Come here, Flint, please. Haven’t you punished me enough?” Her pitiful tone was almost his undoing, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t cease what he was doing. This was his turn, his time to be in charge, and they would come together only on his terms.

“No!” he commanded. “You come here.”

“Yes!” He closed his eyes and waited, heard the rustle as she shifted off the carpet, then her body was up against him, her warm breath tickling the back of his neck, her plump breasts pressed into his back, nipples piston-hard and angled upwards. She wrapped her arms around him, and her smooth thighs were hot against him as she kneed his legs farther apart. Her mound connected with his buttocks in an embrace so deeply intimate he almost came undone.

“Pandora. What are you doing to me?”

“I’m taking you with me, into the light.”

A chuckle bubbled out of him at her words, and with it a sense of freedom he couldn’t remember feeling since he was a child. “Am I dying, then?”

“Of course not!” Her laughter rippled across his skin, “This is living, Flint. Embracing life. And love. Welcome it.” As if to demonstrate, she held him more tightly, gentle fingers exploring, and he felt sandwiched between two halves of the same woman, shiny silver and soft flesh, surrounded by her heat and her delicious scent, his senses so aroused he couldn’t tell where woman ended and the metal sculpture began.

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Erotic Romance Novella Power PlayThis excerpt is from “Power Play.” Sergio is setting up the conference room for the biggest presentation of his life when he comes across the woman he’d been dreaming of:

“It’s almost quarter of–they could be here any minute now.”
“You know they will keep you waiting, they always do. It’s a power play.”
Would they keep him waiting? “I don’t know…”
“I do, trust me.” She tossed aside her suit jacket, leaving the white lacy top.
Wait, the top was sheer and plain, it was the bra showing through that was white and lacy, with red nipples. He sucked in a breath. Her bra had the nipple area cut out, and he could plainly see her nipples, hard and ready, struggling to escape through the sheer fabric.
“Maybe they’ll be late,” he agreed, wanting to believe.
She stepped very close, pressing slightly against his erection. Yes.
No! He’d worked too hard to get this far in his career. He stepped back resolutely.
She inched forward to brush against him again. “So at the moment, you’re still the errand boy.”
“No, I am not.”
“Then what are you doing here?” She waved an arm, hips grinding with the movement.
She had a point, besides the female one that was pressing against him, driving him crazy.
“I, uh, not sure.” Here was this woman, smart and incredibly sexy, and she wanted him like he craved her. All he’d ever hoped for.
“You say you want to be partner, but I don’t think you’ve got what it takes.” She smiled up at him, sassy and smug. “You don’t have the balls to stick up for yourself.”
Balls he had. Aching balls. Aching cock. Sticking up, definitely. Screw the presentation. He’d show her.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Her eyes hooded and she complied at once. The direct order triggered the same submissive response as when they’d met. He felt the surge of power. Mere inches behind her, he grasped her upper arms and spoke into her ear. “You are in my power now. You will do as I say.”

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