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Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: When the heat is on, anything that can happen?will. Out of Uniform, Book 5 When her long-time fiancé breaks off their engagement, saying he needs to "explore other avenues", Annabelle Holmes has no trouble reading between the lines. Bryce thinks she's a prude. Funny, since when it comes to acting out sexual fantasies, he's always been the squeamish one. Determined to prove him wrong, she sublets an apartment in San Diego, grabs pen and paper, and lists all her sexual fantasies. Intending to surprise Bryce with it as soon as possible. Only the list winds up in the wrong hands--or are they the right ones? Navy SEAL Ryan Evans is expecting a little impromptu fun with his always-willing, blonde-and-leggy neighbor. But when he slides into her bed, he finds horrified, brunette-and-curvy Annabelle instead--along with her naughty list. Embarrassment doesn't begin to cover it when Annabelle realizes where her list has ended up. But then Ryan makes her a delicious offer: The chance to check off every last wild, wicked item--with the help of his equally hot SEAL team buddy, Matt. A harmless fling is easy to add to her list. Then something unexpected happens that's not so easy to cross off? Product Warnings This title features a sassy heroine, a Navy SEAL hero, and a sex list--being organized has never been so much fun! Be prepared for hot sex on the floor, in public, and even with someone watching?
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [161 KB]
Words: 34402
Reading time: 98-137 min.

Christina's apartment was dark when Ryan let himself in with the key tucked on top of the doorframe. Christina might very well be the coolest chick he'd ever hooked up with. She had just broken up with her boyfriend when Ryan and Matt met her, and she was so completely comfortable with her sexuality it almost scared him. She hadn't had any qualms about engaging in a hot threesome with him and Matt the night after they'd met, and she never seemed to mind if one or both of them dropped by when she got home from work, no matter how early she had to get up in the morning.

He crept down the narrow hallway toward her bedroom, his groin hardening the closer he came to the door. Fuck, this was exactly what he needed. A night of hot, no-strings sex was guaranteed to make him forget all about Jane's startling announcement. A baby. God. Not that he'd ever really thought there would be a chance for him and Jane--she was madly in love with Becker--but this pregnancy pretty much snuffed out even the faintest spark of hope.

Ryan pulled his T-shirt over his head as he entered Christina's bedroom. His faded jeans were next, dropping to the weathered hardwood next to his discarded shirt. He could make out Christina's form in the shadows, curled up on her side under a puffy blue comforter.

He grinned in the darkness. These were his favorite kind of wake-up calls.

He moved to the bed and lifted up the edge of the comforter, easing his way under the heavy cover and spooning against Christina from behind. Lowering his head to her neck, he breathed in the appealing scent of...orange blossoms? She usually smelled like plain old Ivory soap, but Ryan wasn't complaining. He liked this new scent. A lot.

"You smell delicious," he rasped into her ear, one arm reaching around her waist to pull her closer.

She whimpered in her sleep, wiggling her ass against his now-throbbing erection. Wow. He was wildly aroused. Not that Christina didn't usually turn him on, but this was...different. Every muscle in his body was taut, coiled tight like a rattlesnake ready to strike, and his pulse drummed in his ears in sharp, rapid beats. She felt soft and warm against him, and that scent drove him crazy. He suddenly couldn't wait to be inside her.

"Come on, baby, roll over," he murmured.

She shifted, and he helped her along by cupping her ass cheeks and moving her onto her back. He frowned as he ran his hands over that ass, which was much rounder and sweeter than he remembered. And come to think of it, her hair was longer too. Five days ago, when he'd last seen her, she'd had a short blonde bob. Now her hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves. And the tits beneath that thin tank top seemed bigger too--

Clarity sliced through his mind at the same time the woman beneath him blinked open her eyes. A pair of brown--not blue--eyes stared up at him in shock.

Ryan shot up into a sitting position, a wave of surprise slamming into his chest. Fuck. Oh, fuck. This was not Christina.

"Oh my God," came a high, terrified voice.

Nope, definitely not Christina.

He opened his mouth to apologize just as the curvy, curly-haired female bounded to the edge of the bed, shoved the comforter up to her neck, and said, "Please don't rape me!"