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Hi everyone! Happy New Year! I’m so happy to be here today as part of the Brazen Naughty New Year event. My scene features Bryan and Jill, the hero and heroine from my recent Brazen release, NO PROMISES REQUIRED, book 4 in the Love Required series. Bryan and Jill enjoy some sexy roleplaying from time to time, as you can see below. Hope you enjoy!
And for my giveway, I’ll give away to a US-only winner a signed print copy of NO PROMISES REQUIRED, a $10.00 iTunes gift card and swag. To an international winner, I’ll give away an eBook copy of NO PROMISES REQUIRED plus an eBook of your choice from my backlist. Thanks for reading and Brazen on! ;)
Bryan and Jill New Year’s scene
Jill snuggled into her pillow, smiling without opening her eyes. God, she’d had the best sex dream. Was it possible to orgasm from one? She swore she’d come at least half a dozen times—
The scent of citrus had her opening her eyes wide. Directly in front of her was the white wallpaper with tiny roses that lined the walls of the bedroom she shared with Bryan. The man she adored more than life. Then there was the heavy arm stretched over her waist, thick fingers pressed into her belly.
This was better than any dream, and it was her life.
God, it was New Year’s Eve. They had a party to go to tonight. Bryan’s sister Vicky was holding a big get-together, the first she was having in her and Cory’s new house, and Jill had so many things to go over today before she could get ready for the shindig.
She had a wedding to plan. Hers. Well, it was mostly planned already, since it was taking place next month, but there were all the last minute details to handle. So many details.
She shot up in bed, forgetting momentarily that she’d slept naked. From the lazy way her fiancé lifted one eyelid and checked her out, he had not.
“Back to the wedding panic again?” He sighed and walked his fingers down her hip. “It’s a holiday, baby. We’re supposed to be festive.” He waggled his brows. “And you know, celebrate.”
“I’ll celebrate later, I promise.”
“Uh-uh. Not good enough. I should’ve kept fucking you all night so you didn’t have time to think.”
“I thought you did.” Now she remembered. That had been no dream. Either time.
One corner of his mouth rose. “Round two was every bit as good as the first.” He glanced down at the tent he’d popped in the sheet. “Guess I shouldn’t get my hopes up for round three.”
“Looks like you already have.” She couldn’t hide her smirk. Nor could she keep from noticing the ruler sitting on the nightstand.
Ruler. Oh Lord. With all of the wedding craziness and her work at the cat rescue shelter, along with school, and Bryan’s work with the Helping Hands houses, they’d had to settle for quickies more often than role playing lately. But that ruler—the one they used when she dressed up like a schoolgirl—reminded her of all the fun they’d had. She’d found it in the drawer and left it out accidentally, but from the way her body was responding, she was beginning to think they were long overdue for some play.
Face hot, she glanced away, but not before he noticed the object of her fascination. His smile widened as he directed a glance at his erection. “Do you need to measure…something?”
“No. Of course not. You’re big enough to—you’re fine,” she amended at his chuckle.
“Let’s see your knee. You worked it hard last night.” A year post-op from knee surgery, he was a lot better and almost back to normal. Except when he pressed his luck. She tugged down the sheet, temporarily forgetting what she’d get an eyeful of first. That long length of golden flesh curved upward, the tip dark and wet. She pressed her thighs together. “Oh God.”
“Looks like I’m not the only one who needs another round, baby.” He rubbed her back, soothing the low-grade ache that had bloomed there. “You going to show me some more of those crazy sex moves you pulled on me last night or do you have something else in mind?”
“Yoga moves,” she corrected, pleased that her flush was already abating. A year into their relationship, he still had the power to make her blush. But the pinch in her nipples and wetness between her thighs wasn’t.
“Since I pushed my luck a bit yesterday, I probably should watch it today. I want to be able to spin you around the dance floor tonight before I give you a special kiss at midnight.” He sat up and brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “Sorry, babe, next time we go for marathon pussy-eating, you’re going to have to sit on my face.”
Her skin went hot, and not from embarrassment. “Oh, am I?”
“You are. And I think we should practice right now, because I’m hungry again for that sweetness between your thighs.”
“How about we compromise?” His growl made her laugh. “I do something to make you feel good, you do the same for me.”
“If you’re talking about some 69 action, hell yeah. Now why aren’t you—hey, where are you going?”
She laughed again, tripping in the sheet as she tried to stand. Catching herself against the wall with her hand, she blew out a breath and yanked on the top sheet. After a brief tug-o-war, he relented, and she wrapped it around herself. “I’ll be right back.”
He stroked his cock from root to tip, green eyes smoldering. “Hurry back.”
She hurried. Once she’d taken care of business in the bathroom, she hustled to the kitchen and collected the items she needed. A big bowl, a dishtowel, some ice cubes from the refrigerator dispenser, plus a bag of frozen peas from the freezer.
She returned to the bedroom, caught off-guard to find Bryan tapping the ruler against his erection. “Five minutes is not hurrying, Jillian.”
Something about his commanding tone turned her from damp to soaked in a nanosecond. The feral gleam in his eyes added an extra bit of fuel to her fire. “I’m sorry I didn’t move faster.” Playfully, she lowered her gaze.
“What is all that?”
“Ice and peas for your knee.”
“That again, huh? Though I do like the idea of you taking care of me. Now get over here.”
Damn, was he roleplaying with her, too? Though it had been a while since they’d enjoyed that kind of game in bed, he usually got on board fast. She’d apologized as a joke and to test him, but she sure didn’t mind where this was going.
“One sec.” She set everything down next to the mattress and moved to the dresser to grab a pair of his socks. She pulled out a long brown one, made a face at it, and turned to find him glowering.
“Over here. Now.”
“Just let me—”
“Jillian. Lose the sheet and get in bed.”
She dropped the sock next to the kitchen items, shed the sheet to his murmur of approval, and climbed onto the mattress, biting her lip.
“Don’t bite that lip until I give you a reason to.” He punched the pillows, stacking them under his head, and patted his torso. “Get up here. Face away from me.”
Oh. Well, then. Obviously he hadn’t been kidding about going down on her that way.
Swallowing hard, she straddled him, digging her knees into his sides. She glanced back at him, frowning. “Um, I’m not in the right—Oh shit,” she gasped as the ruler hit her ass cheek, nearly sending her sprawling forward.
“You took too long,” he reminded her in that same throaty voice that made her pulse. “And now I’m going to punish you before I give you your reward.”
Jill steadied herself by gripping his updrawn good knee. “P-punish?” She was only half faking the tremor in her voice. She needed a good spanking way too much. It had been so dang long.
“Punish. I’m going to spank you until you get my skin damp with your excitement. I’ll just keep going until you do. If that means you can’t sit down all day, so be it.”
Spanking got her hot but if he wasn’t going to touch her downstairs, she wasn’t sure how wet she’d be getting. She was off to a good start, yes, but— “Can I touch myself?” she whispered, playing her innocent girl role to the hilt.
“Tell me exactly what you want to do and I’ll let you.” He caressed her bottom, easing the sting he’d created. “Use the big bad words, baby.”
“I want to rub my clit.”
She shut her eyes. “And finger my pussy.”
His dark chuckle fluttered over her skin. “Good job. Go ahead. Grind that wet little pussy all over me so that I have plenty to eat. I’m starving.” The next blow fell before she had time to prepare and she cried out, bouncing atop him. Nearly losing her perch before his big hand clamped on her waist and kept her still. “Go on, darlin’,” he breathed, seducing her effortlessly. “Touch it for me.”
Staring hard at his thick shaft, curved straight toward her, she grasped his length, slowly jerking her hand on him while circling two fingers over her swollen clit. When she faltered, he smacked her behind again with the ruler to prompt her to continue. She stroked her clit more roughly, her movements easier with her increased lubrication. She was soaked. Her other hand worked his erection in hard strokes. She rubbed her thumb over the damp head, squirming at his appreciative grunt.
Unintentionally, she ground her pussy over his drum-tight abs. It felt amazing so she did it again. And again.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Get me wet like you get my cock.”
She whimpered, both hands moving faster, rocking forward and back without any finesse. All she cared about was soothing the ache. He paddled her butt again with the ruler, setting up an alternate cheek rhythm that only built the anticipation. She couldn’t stop moving back and forth. Her body was humming. Burning. Her fingers slipped in her wetness, sliding into her entrance and she moaned, throwing back her head and ride the wave. From his low, encouraging murmurs, he didn’t mind one bit that she’d momentarily forgotten to caress his cock.
“Last time, baby,” he whispered. “Just gonna push you over.”
The ruler hit her ass and she jumped, the jolt of her hand against her sex hard enough to crash her into a solid wall of pleasure. She broke, crying out, lost to her orgasm and the big hands squeezing her sore ass cheeks to trap all that delicious molten heat inside her core. She couldn’t seem to stop coming, her pumping fingers only ceasing once he yanked her backward and seated her firmly over his mouth.
“Happy New Year,” he growled seconds before his lips fastened around her clit.
Sagging against the wall with a dazed smile on her face, she had to agree. It promised to be a fabulous new year indeed.
No strings. And no restraints…
Professional football player Bryan Townsend is sidelined for the next two weeks while he recovers from a knee injury. The upside? He'll get to attend his sister's wedding. The downside? He's not sure he'll have a spot on his team when he returns. So when he's confronted by a sexy blast from his past the night of the bachelor party, he sees an opportunity to seduce the very stunning maid of honor.
But Bryan had no clue Jill St. John was still a virgin. Or that she was merely looking to expand her sexual repertoire without having to trust anyone with her heart. But with every encounter, Jill can't help but fall for the man Bryan's become. The clock is running down. If he's to win it all, Bryan must make the biggest play of his career—choosing between his team…or the woman he's always wanted.
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