From “All About Me”

I awoke slowly, enjoying the pleasant tingling that calluses left on my belly. A man’s rough hands smoothed over me. Not every day did I wake with someone else sharing my bed. My heart skipped a beat. And then I remembered. Craig. That was his name. I was in bed with a stranger named Craig.

Daylight teased the edges of my eyelids, but I squeezed them shut again, not ready yet to end the bliss. I could pretend for at least a couple of moments longer that we meant more to each other than just a heat-of-the-moment fling.

Still, he’d stayed the night, and the heaviness of the cock poking at my backside telegraphed the fact he wasn’t in any hurry to leave.

A kiss touched the corner of my neck.

“You awake?” he growled then licked the bottom edge of my ear lobe.

“Not yet. Do that some more,” I mumbled and leaned back toward his heated skin.

His chuckle was warm, wicked.

I stretched my legs then snuggled my butt closer to his erection. “I’m awake enough,” I whispered.

“And I’m interested, as you can tell,” he murmured. “But you owe me something first.”

I groaned and pushed my face into the pillow, wanting to hide because he’d risen on an elbow and was pushing my hair behind my ear to peer at my face.

He cupped a breast, thumbing the nipple. “You promised.”

“I wasn’t in my right mind.”

“Coward.”

I whimpered, and then turned onto my back to meet his gaze. “Why don’t you go first?”

He shook his head, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “Now, see? That’s not what I want. And you said I could have anything I wanted if I made you come.”

I snorted. “How do you know I didn’t fake it?”

A sexy grin stretched across his face. “Baby, you came so hard you peed on me.”

His soft laughter made my cheeks burn. I narrowed my eyes. “And to think Bev said you were a nice guy.”

“Not too nice.” His eyebrows gave a waggle. “And aren’t you glad? Besides, you’re cute when you get embarrassed.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Didn’t seem to bother you a bit.”

“Why should it? I like you wet.” He came over me, sighing as he settled between my legs.

“What else do you like?” I asked, running my fingertips lightly up his back.

He dipped his head and bit my ear. “You’re stalling.”

* * * * *

From “Quick Draw”

“Fuuuuck!” His pistoning hips slowed to a stop. His head sank against my shoulder, nose nuzzling into the corner.

I rolled my eyes. Seriously? That was it? All that build up—the smoldering eyes, accidental touches all through the board meeting, the dead-silent tension as he’d walked me backward up the stairs to my apartment—for this?

I’d been ready to come—right effing there—even before he’d undone his pants. His questing fingers had seen to that.

However, five seconds later, he was finished. What the fuck?

At just over six feet, with large feet and fingers, I’d thrilled to the idea of spending some down time with Blain Kutchkoe. He was blond, well-muscled due to weekends spent playing league soccer, and the gleam in his eyes had promised all kinds of sexy delights.

His eyes had lied.

I wanted to wail, but that hardly seemed like good bedroom etiquette. The two of us still had to work together. I pasted on a smile and patted his back. “That was nice.”

He grunted then lifted his head. Sweat glistened on his forehead. His eyes were narrowed. “We’re not done. I know I came like a rocket, but you’ve been driving me nuts for months. Little Blain was a little too eager.”

The way he said it, in that rumbling growl of his, like his voice was every morning before his first cup of coffee, made my very wet pussy clench.

“Whew,” I blew softly. “I was a little worried that was it.”

He grunted again and rested on his elbows as he studied my face. “You’re mad.”

I wrinkled my nose, trying to cuten up my post-coital faux pas. “Well, I was fucking there.”

One side of his mouth stretched into a crooked grin. “Really? It was pretty fast.”

“I could count it in milliseconds.”

Laughter shook against me. I pouted my lips while heat crept across my cheeks. “I’m not one to complain, but that’s the quickest I’ve ever had a guy get off.”

“It is a problem,” he said, not looking the least sheepish or embarrassed, “but one my women come to appreciate.”

Maybe they didn’t have the backbone to look into his sexy blue eyes and tell him he sucked as a lover. “How’s that?” I asked, wondering how I could convince him to move so I could run to the bathroom and take care of my arrested arousal.

“I take off the edge, and then I can take my time—working on my partner.”

“Oh.” Another little spasm tightened my inner muscles. No way he could have missed that.

And by his widening smile, he knew I was curious. “I’ll need your pillow.”