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After a shoot out, Matilda and Jack
are on the run from human traffickers in Thailand. As she experiences the
dangerous side of her old crush, his true feelings come to the surface.
Jack wants her, but will she admit
her love for the gorgeous Aussie and give in to his sensual demands? Or will
her self-doubt get in the way of true happiness?
This 10,000 word story is the second
part of Spies Prefer Curves. It contains steamy and graphic sex between a curvy
woman and her sexy Australian spy.
Excerpt:
With
two powerful strides, he stood in front of me. His superior height dwarfing me,
and his powerfully defined chest pressed against mine. “There’s nothing I can
do about the other night, but I’ll make the rest of your vacation as delightful
as I can,” he said and ran a finger down my cheek.
Shivers
of desire rose in my body. Heat rushed between my thighs, and I thought of the
night before. How he held me against the wall with his strong body, the way his
cock rammed into me with perfect urgency.
Maybe he did it to calm me down, help me relax. Jack didn’t
really love me – he got swept up in the moment.
“Please
don’t,” I said, but he didn’t heed me.
His
lips brushed against mine, full and soft, as his tongue probed my hungry mouth.
He tasted fresh and cool, a contrast to the fire his palms lit across my skin.
I
pushed his chest, but it was as useless as pushing a brick wall.
Don’t give into him again, Tilda. He’ll only hurt you like
Steven did.
My
body ignored my mind, and I gripped his bulging biceps. If I didn’t hold onto
him I’d melt into a useless puddle right in the middle of the floor.
He
flinched, and I moved my hand from his freshly wrapped bandage.
“Sorry!”
His
eyes looked pinched, but he shook his head. Then his knee slipped between my
thighs, spreading them and forcing me to straddle his powerful leg. “I love it
when you’re wrapped around me,” he groaned and pulled my bottom lip with his
teeth in a teasing bite.
My
panties flooded with need. I dug my nails into his arms, trying to pull away
from his magnetic touch.
Hands
groped my breasts, his lips searing my jaw and neck, brushing aside my hair to
nip at the delicate flesh.
“Jack,
please,” I gasped.
His
palms pressed into my eager nipples. His searing fingers titillated them into
hardened nubs through my blouse and bra. “Please what, Mattie?”
I
wanted to say ‘stop,’ but the words died in my throat. After Steven’s criticism
and rejection, I couldn’t take another blow to the heart. Especially from Jack. How would I repair that kind of damage?
But
my body wouldn’t let me resist. Every time I tried, electric passion crippled
me. Held me still. Forced me to give in. Why was I so damn weak?
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