Elite Smexy Times 2017

This was bad.
The blaze in her eyes.
The feel of her skin.
The smell of her scent all around me.
I. Was. Fucked

When was the last time you were fucked by a real man? Someone who knows what you need. Someone who’ll take control from you and give you what you’ve been dying for.

Every shudder he made and every pulse of him, I was the cause. I’d let this gridiron warrior conquer me, but I’d done it right back to him.

“You’re so screwed,” I rasp in her ear. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else your whole life.”

“I’m counting on it,” she breathes.


“Can you love someone so hard that every part of your being feels it?”

You crashed it more. I can’t believe you were making such a fuss about me crashing into you when it was just a little kiss–”

He leans in to peck my lips, fast but firmly. “That’s a kiss.”

Condoms aren’t a hundred percent foolproof, you know,” he reminds me calmly. My mind flashes to a certain episode of Friends, and I suddenly feel like yelling out that they should put that on the outside of the box.

His eyes make me lose track of time. Everything about him drives me crazy…his smell, his touch, his voice.

Where Damien and I are concerned, there is never just silence. There is heat and electricity and lust and need, all harnessing the power of the universe to pull us together. And how can I be expected to fight physics.


“Oh, Mrs. Crumb, such a look,” he murmured, his voice a deep purr, his bare chest brushing against her snowy white apron. “Why, I don’t know whether to guard my bollocks . . .”—his gaze dropped to her mouth—“or to kiss you.”

This was the stuff of legend. The kind of passion few women ever found but every one of them craved.
And it was hers.

Mysterious pussy could also just be a mystery.
And Nick was now drowning in the mystery of Olivia Shade.
Which meant he had no choice but to solve it so he could surface.
And maybe survive.

I want a smart, independent woman who just happens to enjoy submitting to me sexually. Is that too much to ask?


“You have a safeword, Grace. Are you going to say it?”
“Fuck you.”
He practically growled. “Not your safeword, baby.”
He was on her in a second.

“Who said anything about sleeping? I’m talking about sex. Good sex. Lots of it.”
That puts a flush on her pretty cheeks and she laughs. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”
I pat her hand. “Now you’re just being silly. The cat-and-mouse game can be tantalizing, but it’s not necessary.” My voice drops to a whisper. “I’m a sure thing.”