Red Red Wine (Tastes of Seduction) (22 page)

He sat up in bed, almost indignant that his ex-lover would use a toy so…so
callously
when he was in the very next room. Was she trying to hurt him? Hell, was she trying to kill him? Because he was sure at the instant filling of his cock that no blood remained above his shoulders, and that must be dangerous, right?

And what the hell kind of toy was that, anyway? From the sound of it, it was either a dentist’s drill or she was being bred by some sci-fi kinky-ass aliens. Like an alien orgy. Maybe he should check on her to make sure she was okay…

He caught himself before he made it to the door and lay back down on the bed, his cock so full it felt as if it might rupture. He ran a hand down his length and hissed in a breath. He heard the slight sound of her bed moving and didn’t appreciate the visions of her hips moving along with it. Yeah, she was punishing him all right. Problem was, he knew what for, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve it.

The rhythmic pulsation of her toy buzzed in his ears like a swarm of cicadas. He sat up, braced his feet on the floor and buried his face in his hands. Sara was all he’d ever wanted. She was his first love and his last. Giving her that much power over his heart had been the worst mistake of his life, followed closely by agreeing to make this trip to Montana with her. He might have to sit beside her in that car and make small talk, trying to crush all thoughts of her engagements to other men, but this, this having to listen to her fantasize about only God knew who, was fucking ridiculous.

When her breaths started coming faster and faster, he rose to his feet and began to pace, his rock-hard cock bobbing with every step. Maybe he should give her something better to fantasize about than some starched-shirt college professor. Maybe he could make her remember why she’d loved him once.

He froze when her first panted cry echoed through the walls. He knew Sara—would never forget the sounds of her pleasure—so he knew she would only get louder. But suddenly, she shrieked.
“What? No!”
And then something smacked into the wall between their rooms.

He was at her door before he’d even had a chance to consider his next move, but his fist rocked to a stop just an inch from the door. He was so hot for her, but so pissed at the same time, that he was starting to sweat. He blew a breath out between pursed lips and forced his knuckles to rap lightly when what he wanted to do was slam his palm against the door in frustration. “Sara? You okay in there? Did you…throw something?”

Next was her groan, and he was quickly relearning the difference between her groans and her moans. Big difference. “Sorry,” she answered. “I…uh…yeah.”

“Need help with anything?” He cleared his throat. Why was he even being nice to her when she thought the worst of him? And he didn’t think his warm fuzzies were just because she might be naked in there. Though his cock totally approved of that image. “Can I get you something?”

“Ben.”

“Yeah?”

“Come in and stop talking through the door.”

He hesitated for a moment, then twisted the handle and pushed the door open. Sara had the light on low and she’d draped a red shirt over the lampshade, casting the room in a sensual rose glow. She had the covers pulled up to her collarbone and two pillows wedged behind her head.

He slowly approached, not sure what to expect but hoping like hell she didn’t see the massive hard-on he had for her. “Didn’t want to bother you. I just thought I heard a cry of distress.”

She cocked a brow in response. “A cry of distress?”

He grimaced. “Yeah. You know the one that came after those
other
cries.”

Sara blew out a breath, sending a strand of rich brown hair flying before it settled once again over her eye. “You…uh…heard that, did you?”

With a pained smile, he cast his gaze down to his groin and the eight inches of proof he was packing. “Sure did. Maybe the walls are thinner in a four-star hotel.”

She covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God.”

A sudden vibration made the dresser tremble and he tracked the sound to the floor beside the chest of drawers. A huge dildo lay discarded on the floor, still glistening from Sara’s juices. It burst to life, actually expanding and contracting like an inchworm before convulsing and sputtering to a stop once again.

Ben reached down and picked it up by the base. The gears cranked, the beads swirling and grinding, and he almost dropped the thing. Squinting in the dim light, he found the
off
switch and pressed it, then extended the toy to Sara. “So I’m assuming you had a technical difficulty with your newest gadget?”

Sara sat up and the sheet slipped lower on her breasts. She caught it just before Ben got to be reintroduced to his favorite breasts on the planet. Damn it. It was the least she could do, leaving him in knots like this.

With no apparent concern for his condition, Sara ripped the vibrator from his grip and slammed it against the bed. “Cheap-ass thing. It stopped right before I did. I’d call the dude ranch and tell them you want your money back. Sue their asses.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. Sara looked truly annoyed that she been robbed of an orgasm, as though her frustration could be any worse than his tonight. “Sorry you had to endure that, sweetheart. I’ll call my lawyers first thing in the morning. Those bunnies will rue the day they sent you home with sub-par gear.”

Her scowl slowly tilted into a smile. “Well…being fair, I haven’t tried the others yet.”

Red Red Wine

Jess Dee

She’s tantalizing…tempting…and taken.

Tastes of Seduction, Book 2

When Andrew Stafford’s business partner banishes him from work with strict instructions to take a much-needed holiday, the offer of five days relaxing in wine country is too enticing to refuse. As is the woman he encounters the minute he arrives at the hotel.

She’s everything Andrew’s ever wanted in a partner, and meeting her should be the answer to all of his prayers. Except for one thing—she’s strictly off limits.

Tori Worthing has never been happier. She’s about to marry an amazing man, and her life is laid out perfectly before her—until her dream winery wedding becomes an unexpected nightmare. Her heart shattered, she turns to the one place she never expected to find comfort—a stranger’s arms.

Tori and Andrew both know theirs is a rebound affair destined to end when the week is over. But when the time comes, letting her go proves to be the hardest step Andrew’s ever had to take.

Warning: Jilted brides are not supposed to have this much fun. Especially when the fun involves a bottle of red, a sexy man and getting naked in the gazebo at midnight.

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