Give It To Me
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by Desiree Holt
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Carolina (Callie) Michaels is tired of being a good girl. She has deep, erotic fantasies she's just dying to live, but none of the men she dates seem to want to share them. She decides to give herself the birthday present of a night to remember, but when her intended date decides she's too adventurous for him, Callie's attention turns to dark, sexy Sam Winthrop, her next door neighbor who's had his own erotic dreams--about her. She invites him to celebrate her birthday with her, and when he gets to her place and discovers what kind of celebration she has in mind, Sam's convinced that tonight his fantasies as well as Callie's will come true.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Scarlet Rose, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: October 2007
389 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [70 KB]
Reading time: 45-63 min.
Sam Winthrop threw his keys and wallet on the table, yanked off his tie and added it to the pile while unbuttoning his shirt. The day had been pure shit. Homicide cases were always messy, even more so when they were the result of a senseless domestic dispute. He'd worked way past end of shift, processing the crime scene with the forensics team and questioning the neighbor about what happened. Sam loved his job, but some days the underbelly of society just got to him.
And Susan hadn't helped one bit. Calling him on his cell to rag on him because he'd broken their dinner date. And calling him at the crime scene, no less. Listening to her razor-sharp voice, it dawned on him what a real bitch she was. He wondered why he'd invested so much time in her. She certainly gave nothing back. And lately the sex hadn't even been that great.
It would be nice to meet a woman who didn't worry about her hair getting mussed during sex, or who enjoyed some of the raunchy stuff that turned him on. Bring up anything like spanking or playing with his handcuffs and they looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. And fuck them in the ass? Forget it! He never even asked.
Well, lucky him, he had two days off to sit around and feel sorry for himself.
Heading for his bedroom, he stripped off the rest of his clothes, dropped them in a heap on a chair and turned on the shower in the bathroom. The hot water revived his tired muscles and made him feel almost human again. Maybe after a while he'd throw on some clothes and head down to Ray's. He could always find some of the guys there, looking for a game of pool, or maybe just to have a beer with. He might get lucky and a mouth-watering female confection would appear and say, "How about a night of hot, raunchy sex?"
Not that he wanted it that way all the time. Sometimes he liked it nice and slow and sweet. But it had to be with the right person. And that right person had to like the other stuff as much as he did.
He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry himself as the sound of the doorbell pierced his water-dampened brain. He scowled. Who the hell could be at his door? For a frightening moment, he thought maybe Susan had decided to track him down and chew him out again, then rejected that thought. Too much trouble on her part.
The bell rang again, more insistently, as if the person was leaning on it.
"All right, all right. Hold your water. I'm coming."
He wrapped the towel around his waist, padded down the hall, yanked open the door ... and stood with his jaw dragging on the floor.
Framed in the doorway was the most tempting confection to dazzle his eyes in, well, he couldn't remember when. Rich brown hair with tawny streaks cascaded down her back in ripples, hazel eyes with gold flecks peered at him from under a thick sweep of eyelashes, and topping it all off, a bow of a mouth set off by a peaches and cream complexion.
She was dressed in a very short silk robe that barely brushed the tops of her thighs, and unless his eyesight had suddenly gone bad, she was completely naked underneath.