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Copyright © NICOLE AUSTIN, 2013
All Rights Reserved, The Wild Rose Press
This wedding couldn’t be over fast enough for her.
To Karen’s cynical mind, marriage meant getting to annoy one special person for the rest of your life. Not that she had any prospects for the position. But why did people get married to begin with? The old-fashioned notion didn’t make sense to her. She thought the ultimate lifestyle would be that of a kept woman. She’d get to have the guy for hot sex once in a while, with him paying the bills and leaving the domestic duties to the little wife. Seemed like a sweet set up.
She shook off the unproductive train of thought and took in the romantic scene with a critical eye, picturing how it would appear to Syn’s camera. Pale pink rose petals scattered over black silk sheets that would be a stunning contrast to bare skin. On a side table, crystal glasses filled with golden liquid sat next to a bowl of plump strawberries. Dozens of candles—not yet lit—littered every flat surface, and umbrella lights had been positioned to avoid shadow while generating a soft glow.
Too bad it would be wasted on arrogant models only concerned with how they looked for the camera. They wouldn’t truly enjoy the mood she’d carefully created. And the shoot wouldn’t even happen until after the honeymoon so Karen wasn’t sure why she was already working to get it perfect.
She looked over the set again then dropped onto the mattress, making a mental note to smooth the sheets out later. How sad to have lovingly produced the decadent scene for work instead of to seduce a lover. When was the last time she’d had one of those? She searched her memory, realizing it had been almost a year since anyone had managed to spark her interest.
Lying on her side, she stroked her fingers over her ribs, dipped down at her waist then rose over her hip, following her silhouette the way a lover might. She plucked a rose petal from the sheet and teased the silky bloom over her lips. Slowly brushing the fragrant flower along her throat, she circled the notch between her clavicles before continuing lower.
Warmth spread over Karen, and her heart galloped beneath her breastbone. Oh, yeah, now here was a plan she could get behind. Give herself a big O to relieve some of the tension.
Closing her eyes, she pretended the petal gliding along her generous cleavage was a warm, wet tongue. She hissed out a breath as she circled an achy nipple through the thin material of her halter dress. The small bud puckered beneath her fingertips. Yes, it had been too long and she needed this.
In her head, she pictured her dream guy. Not one of the pretty models she put on a front about and fawned all over during the book cover shoots. No sir. The kind of guy she truly desired would have a raw and rugged appeal. He’d be tall and muscular, but the sculpted definition of his body came from hard work not hours in a gym. And no fake orangey spray tans. She didn’t have a hair or eye color preference but knew that when their gazes locked she’d be swept away, everything other than him ceasing to exist.
As her fantasy lover joined her on the bed, big callused hands blazed a hot path from her ankle, along her calf, tickled the back of her knee, and dragged the hem of her dress along as they glided up her thigh. He’d flash a wicked grin when his fingertips caressed her hip and he discovered she’d gone commando.
He gently rolled her onto her back, and she eagerly parted her legs wide. Taking a long look at her glistening pussy, he hissed in a hard breath. Gentle fingers parted her folds as broad shoulders wedged her legs impossibly farther apart. Warm breath wafted over her damp flesh, making her entire body quiver with anticipation.
He knew exactly what she liked, sweeping his tongue the length of her slit and circling her clit before dropping back to thrust into her pussy. She arched her back, moaning to the ceiling as he fucked her pussy with his talented tongue, a preview of what was to come when his cock filled her.
Replacing his tongue with two thick fingers, he licked her tender folds and headed for her erect clit that peeked out from under its hood. Using his teeth to hold the tiny bundle of nerves, he sucked and lashed at the end with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she cried. That’s when his fingertips found her sweet spot. Rubbing in the perfect rhythm to match his sucking lips and flickering tongue, he drove her wild. Her head thrashed back and forth on the mattress. She needed an anchor, something to hold on to, and thrust her fingers into his hair, holding his head captive so he wouldn’t stop.
“Don’t,” she panted, “stop. Don’t stop.” He mumbled something against her clit, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through her flesh and driving her to the edge of the precipice. But it wasn’t enough, she needed something else.
“More. I need more,” she begged.
A whiskey-deep, raspy voice spoke from the doorway, startling a squeak out of Karen and pulling her back from the brink of ecstasy. “Can I give you a hand with that?”