Hot Shots: Vol 2

The Real Deal by Alannah Harte


"Look, sailor boy, I know you're built like a tank, but you can't just roll over me and think I'll take it."

"I do not mess about in boats," he growled in annoyance. "I am a fifth-generation jet fighter pilot." He took a flat palm and laid it on one of her ass cheeks, drawing her into the hard planes of his torso, letting her feel his arousal. "I have thrust vector control."

Her eyelashes swept down. She drew in a breath.

"Accept it. You're interested." Jake hooked his hands beneath her arms and drew her off her feet. She was tiny, one hundred and fourteen pounds at a guess, but a nice handful all the same. Now level with his face he could really appreciate her beauty. Flawless skin scented with gardenias and jasmine. Delicious. His head lowered for a taste.

"God! You are gorgeous," he whispered.

A quick nip of her bottom lip excited him. He ran the edge of his tongue along her closed mouth, lapping where he had taken a bite.

"Kiss me!" he demanded. Go on, kiss me. He wanted to see her take control. He wanted to see if she could lose control. He'd bet money she was fantastic once she let her hair down and expressed that terrier attitude of hers in a more physical way. He couldn't see her eyes—they were tightly shut, long black lashes rested on porcelain skin. Her mouth remained shut as he pressed his own against the unyielding entrance.

I will punish you for that, sweetheart. He let her drop gently in his hold before lifting her up again and dropping her a second time. His actions raked her breasts against his chest; the silk was no barrier to the pebbled hard nipples as they brushed against him. She cried out. Low and guttural, the sound ran over his jaw. Jake held her securely again; this time when his lips met hers, her mouth was open. His tongue invaded, sweeping into her moist darkness, finding her quivering muscle and wrapping around it. He thrust. She tugged. He couldn't touch her while holding her up. His mind begged her to wrap her legs around him so he could get a hand free and slip it beneath the front of her dress.

But she was stubborn. She was kissing him, but he was doing all the work. She dangled in the air holding nothing more of him than the front of his shirt. It distracted him. A fatal mistake for any op. Her teeth raked against his tongue, and he enjoyed it, but then she bit down. Hard. Like one of those Venus’s-flytraps, she attacked him with her mouth.



Timed Release: Secret Desires, Book 1 (formerly Court Recess) by Anya Winter


Soft tails from the pleasure whip teased Sam's body as she stood bound in the middle of the room. The ends of the silk wrapped around her wrists trailed along the rounded curves of her ass and tickled. She bit her lip as she fought to suppress a shiver.

Her master had told her not to move.

"Would you like more, Samantha?" His sweet, sensual voice washed over her as he nudged her legs further apart.

"Yes, please," she whispered.

"Yes, please, what?" The decadent lilt of his voice shot a jolt of pleasure through her. She loved his British accent, loved when he drawled it out so that every word was a caress.

Sam swallowed. She should have known better.

"Yes, please, Master."

The cold leather of the whip rod touched the inside of her thigh and traveled upward until her master held it against her swollen clit. Her body tensed in anticipation. Waiting. Wanting more.

She wished she could see what he was about to do. But she had the damn blindfold on. The one solid rule of this room—the blindfold must always be worn. From the moment she entered the room as a submissive, her eyes would be closed. The only entry into this room was through a bathroom in the basement where she would take off all her clothes, clean herself up, and then enter their special room. A tiny stool was placed beside the door for her to sit and wait for her master to place the blindfold around her eyes.

It was a routine they discussed before setting up the room. A routine she eagerly anticipated. It was the stress relief she so desperately needed.

Especially today.

Pressure built up as he pressed the rod harder against her. She clenched her muscles tight to keep from climaxing too soon.

"Is this what you want, my pet?"

Want? Want and need were two different things.

What she wanted was to ensure the monster she prosecuted would be sent to jail. Her limbs tensed at the thought. She'd been to hell and back today in the courtroom, but she made sure she dragged the devil with her. Here, in this room, she didn't need to be in control. A whisper of a smile graced her lips as a shiver ran through her body. Here, she wasn't considered weak for taking a step back and letting someone else take charge.

Here, she was a submissive. It's what she needed.

"Tell me, pet, tell me what you want."

"I want to come, Master."



Waiting for Home by DC Juris


Nina tugged a large, red and black plaid suitcase out of its snug spot on the shelf and held it up. "What do you think of this one?"

"For?" Alicia arched her eyebrow and frowned.

With a huff Nina shoved the suitcase back into its spot and continued her search. "I told you we were shopping for luggage today."

Alicia gaped at her, eyes wide. "Well, yeah, but I didn't think you meant it.

Not like...meant it meant it. You're really going through with this?"

A smaller bag caught Nina's eye, and she shuffled down the aisle toward it.

"We've been over this. I'm going. Why do you refuse to believe me?" She caught Alicia's shrug out of the corner of her eye.

"I dunno. Because you never follow through with anything?"

Nina whirled around to stare at her friend, annoyed. "Since when?"

Alicia shrugged one more time. "Since always."

"Name one time."

"Um, okay. What about that trip to the Bahamas you got invited to, and you got all gung ho and went and got a passport, but never went?"

"That—"

"Or the time you decided to go to Scotland to find a sheep herder and sleep with him in exchange for room and board?"

"I was sixteen!"

Another shrug. "I'm just sayin'. Ooh! Look at this one." Alicia kicked at a bright pink overnight bag with her sandaled foot.

Nina shook her head and turned away. So what if she hadn't ever followed through with anything? This was different. This was love, and she didn't have a choice. She had to follow her heart, no matter how foolish her friends thought she was.

"Even you have to admit"—Alicia poked Nina in the back—"flying halfway across the world to meet some guy you met in a chat room is kind of off the wall."

"Last I checked New York State was in America." She wiggled and wrangled the bag until it popped free. Basic black, with dozens of little inner pockets, and a strong, wide zipper. This would do nicely!

"Thousands of miles, then."

"There's barely over a thousand miles between Florida and New York."

"He has kids."

"Yes, I know. I've seen pictures." Two little boys, to be exact. And an ex-wife, and a demanding job. And. And. And. It seemed there was no end to the list of offenses the man had committed, as far as her friends were concerned, and none of them even knew the guy.

"I just think it's silly," Alicia blurted. "This is something teenagers do.

Not grown-ups. We're not in high school anymore, Nee. We're adults. You're twenty-five. He's old enough to be your father."

"You know what?" Nina rounded on her. "I don't really care what you think.

I've been involved with Sean for over a year, and if you honestly cared about me, you'd have come over on one of the umpteen evenings I'd invited you to meet him online."

"I do care—"