Welcome to Wednesday!
You made it through another day, and you deserve a cookie. Or a glass of wine. Or some coffee. Or maybe some fuzzy kitten pictures. Whatever your reward of choice, you’ve earned it.
Inspire us this morning, how are you rewarding yourself?
She almost didn’t believe this. Ian Thompson, the biggest crush she had growing up, was feeling her up in a dark parking lot. Because he wanted to. She should get some kind of achievement-unlocked trophy for this. On top of everything else, he’d found almost every erogenous zone she had above the shoulders. He bit into her shoulder, playfully at first, and increased the pressure when she groaned. Correction—he’d found them all.
She dug her fingers into his arms, to steady herself, and her hips moved with a mind of their own, gyrating with each new pinch, tug, or lick from him. It was all incredible, but it wasn’t going to get her off.
He dragged his palm down her stomach and inched under the waistband of her jeans. He’d either read her mind or her desperate grind gave her away. She didn’t care which, as long as it worked. When he parted her folds and brushed her clit, she jerked against his hand.
“Good spot?” His laugh was strained.
He traced circles around her sex. When she cupped him through his slacks, he increased his pace. She stroked his erection as best she could but lost track of everything as he pushed her closer to the edge. Her thoughts fuzzed, and pleasure spilled through her. She bit the inside of her lip, to keep from screaming into the night, intensely aware they were still in public—and more than a little turned on by the fact they might get caught. That wasn’t supposed to make her hotter.
He zeroed in on the right spot, and she whimpered louder. “Right there,” she managed.
He picked up the speed but didn’t change the pressure, and orgasm built inside, nudging, pushing her toward the edge and then over. She gripped his arm tighter when she came, digging her nails through fabric and into skin. Scrambling for purchase. She rasped against his touch, until it was too much and her body shuddered away.
“You’re gorgeous when you come.” He laid kisses along her jaw, up her cheek, and finally on her forehead.
She managed a chuckle and sagged against him. “You’re biased.”
“Maybe. But I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about.”
When Ian left for college. Mercy begged to go with him, so she could escape her life of probably-fatal-small-town-boredom. He refused.
Mercy found her own way out. More than a decade later, it will take her best friend’s wedding to bring her back to town for more than a layover. Mercy’s here for Liz. That won’t stop Mercy from teasing, tempting, and pushing Ian’s limits… Mostly to show him what he left behind. Only partly because he looks like a god in his tux.
The moment Ian sees Mercy—confident, stunning, and definitely all grown up—he wants a taste before she vanishes back to the big city. Then Liz discovers her fiancé is already married to someone else. Ian won’t add more heartbreak to his sister’s life by hitting on her best friend. Besides, Mercy’s advertising firm is competing with Ian’s for the same make-or-break-me contract.
Mercy and Ian are determined to go their separate ways, but fate has other plans. As they’re thrown together again and again, the temptation of forbidden fruit proves impossible to resist… but giving in could send their worlds, and the lives of those they care about most, spiraling out of control.
About Allyson Lindt
Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.