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Now – Love Bites by Queenie Black (@queenieblackwr1) #erotica #ku
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Blurb:
Elevator Magic
A steamy encounter in an elevator makes Cass the center of attention for two sexy men. Is it just hot sex for them or will Cass have to make some life-changing choices?
Immortal Longings
Not one, but two Greek gods in her bed. How’s a girl to choose? Must Zoe’s sensual holiday romance end in farewell, or will she try to make her own heaven on earth with two demigods?
Eleanor’s Choice
Eleanor explores the shadowy world of submission – her marriage depends on it. Will the Master give her an experience she can use to please her husband, or is it time to walk away?
Love Bites
Lonely Ella is mesmerised by the owner of a chocolate shop. Drawn into Lang’s rich, seductive web, she grows to fear as well as desire him. What is the secret he is hiding from her?
A steamy encounter in an elevator makes Cass the center of attention for two sexy men. Is it just hot sex for them or will Cass have to make some life-changing choices?
Immortal Longings
Not one, but two Greek gods in her bed. How’s a girl to choose? Must Zoe’s sensual holiday romance end in farewell, or will she try to make her own heaven on earth with two demigods?
Eleanor’s Choice
Eleanor explores the shadowy world of submission – her marriage depends on it. Will the Master give her an experience she can use to please her husband, or is it time to walk away?
Love Bites
Lonely Ella is mesmerised by the owner of a chocolate shop. Drawn into Lang’s rich, seductive web, she grows to fear as well as desire him. What is the secret he is hiding from her?
These four short
stories contain too-hot-to-handle Greek gods, a sexy Vampire who might just
turn out to be a killer, a Master who can wield a crop with artistry, and two
delicious CEOs who know how to keep a woman happy. Oh, and chocolate, BDSM, MFM
Mènage and sex in an elevator.
Excerpt:
ELEVATOR MAGIC
“You know what? You
can take your job and stick it.” Mad as hell I grabbed my purse and stomped out
of the little cubicle I called my office. I was done here and I was never
coming back and fuck the giving notice part.
The elevator always
took ages to creak its way between floors and I could feel the stabbing
pressure of what felt like a thousand eyes in my back. Of course they were all
watching. They’d been waiting for something like this to happen for twenty
months. Just then melodic chimes signaled the arrival of the executive
elevator. The one that normal people like me are forbidden to ride in, the one
for the exalted rich and the bosses who live in the penthouse. I wanted to
escape the avid looks that were directed my way and, what the hell, what could
they do anyway? Sack me?
So I stepped into
it.
I turned and, just
before the doors closed, got a good view of open mouths, staring eyes and was
that…envy? It certainly looked like it from where I was standing. As the doors
slid silently shut, I raised my hand and gave a little finger wave.
The car was bigger
than my bedroom, and a thousand times more luxurious but I hardly noticed the
mirrored walls and the thick-as-a-mattress carpet. My attention was caught and
held by the two guys already in there, one on my left and one on my right.
My gaze darted
between the two of them and I felt guilty colour sting my cheeks. I hadn’t
expected company but I wasn’t objecting. These guys were fit and built. One
dark-haired and smoooooth, the other blonde and just-got-in-out-of-the-wild
rough.
And I knew them.
Brandon Shaw and Mitchell Graham owned the company I work – ooops, scratch that
– the company I used to work for. I’d met them at work events, like the
Christmas party and the Halloween party and the Employee of the Year party. I’d
seen them a couple of times from a distance. They always had a flock of female
employees around them.
I’d heard people
described as chick magnets but only realised exactly what it meant when I saw
these two. I used to feel their magic pull yet always stayed away because
initially I was in a relationship, and then afterwards was suffering from a
broken heart and struggling to cope with a job where my ex was screwing a
colleague. Pity my ex didn’t take a leaf out of these guys’ books – there was
never any suggestion that they had slept with anyone from the company. Which
meant in the end that there was a gentle rumor that they were a) gay, or b)
didn’t like vanilla and went for the more exotic, with their tastes catered for
elsewhere.
I positioned myself
with my back to the wall and let my gaze slide over them. To my right was
Brandon. He’d taken off his suit jacket and had it hooked over one shoulder.
Beneath the fine fabric of his shirt I could see the hard muscle of a broad
chest, arrowing down to a pair of narrow hips and a huge bulge... Oh man.
I licked my lips and
dragged my reluctant gaze away to focus on his face. He was watching me scope
him out. There was a hard predatory glint in his eyes. Heat speared through me
from my cheekbones to my pussy, part embarrassment and part desire. I squeezed
my thighs together to stop the growing ache.
I quickly glanced
away and found myself checking out Mitchell on my left. He was slightly shorter
than his partner, and seemed kinder and less predatory too. His eyes were a
softer green, more jade than emerald. But his shoulders were as wide and he
sported an identical erection. Were they lovers? A pity for womankind if they
were gay. What a loss.
I shouldn’t be in
the elevator with them in the first place but the new militant me with nothing
to lose didn’t care. So instead of fixing my gaze on the floor and fighting the
temptation to look again, I enjoyed the view. They put my slimeball ex to shame
and my panties grew damp while they silently watched me. I wished that I was
wearing something a little less conservative when the elevator jerked to a
sudden halt.
Not a nice, slow,
we’ve arrived kind of halt but the scary kind.
The lights went out.
Panic dug its claws
into me, not letting go even when the emergency lighting kicked in.
“What’s happening?”
I didn’t even try and keep the terrified squeak out of my tone.
“Hey,” Brandon said
softly, “it’s going to be alright. They’ll have it fixed in no time.”
“It’s broken?” I
hated the idea of being shut in closed spaces, and the car, despite its size
and luxury, suddenly felt very small. I couldn’t bear to spend hours locked in
here hanging over all that empty space. The walls closed in, my hands and feet
went cold, and I struggled to breath.
“Now you’ve done it,
Brandon.”
“Easy.” When had
they got so close to me? I was crowded by two warm male bodies that smelt good.
Having them so close, almost touching me, took my mind off the elevator.
“Rub her hands, Mitchell.
Get some warmth into them, she’s freezing.”
Mitchell sandwiched
my hands between his palms and rubbed hard. The movement distracted me, not
because he was making my hands warmer, which he was, but because he kept
bumping my breasts. Awareness rushed
through me and my nipples went hard as cherry stones and poked at my blouse.
Brandon’s hands rested lightly on my hips but they might as well have been
brands. I could feel every finger as if there were no clothing between us.
Woodsy cologne, mingled with clean male musk, swirled around me. My pussy
creamed and I couldn’t help it; my wayward body leant back until I was pressed
hard against Brandon.
His cock, huge and
promising, seared my lower back. I couldn’t prevent a small sound escaping. I
felt my cheeks go hot. What must they think of me?
Mitchell’s
expression was rich with satisfaction in the dim light.
“Shall we carry on
distracting you, baby?”
I shivered, my
panties drenched as my body answered the question for them. Brandon nuzzled the sensitive spot beneath my
ear. His voice rumbled right through my body as he asked, “Ever been
double-fucked before?”
The crude honesty of
his question embarrassed me and I couldn’t answer. Then I forgot what he asked
because Mitchell dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands stroked slowly
up the back of my thighs. They smoothed over stockings, and then paused when
they reached my lacy garters.
Author
bio:
I’ve been writing pretty much since I
was able to read. I juggle fundraising for charities, family life and writing
with varying success. My children have mostly flown the nest and I live in a
small village in North Yorkshire, England with my husband and some chickens. I
write in an old caravan in the garden where I can’t be tempted to procrastinate
on the internet.
