Extreme Passions (Erotic Interludes)
Radclyffe, Stacia Seaman
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A collection of over 30 erotic tales of love and lust that know no bounds, this title explores just how far women will go to get the girl.
years. Two years she’d organized Rian’s schedule, planned her trips, seen that the clothes she needed for everything from boardroom showdowns to charity balls were clean and delivered on time, and on more than one occasion, arranged for Rian’s intimate needs—booking hotel suites, reserving private tables in exclusive restaurants, and even assuring that Rian had the appropriate female company when Rian didn’t have the time or the inclination to invite someone herself. As Rian’s admin, Cyn saw to
deÞnitely moved her hand down, away from the heat boiling between her thighs. “Not yet.” “Please,” Rian whispered, her face nestled between Cyn’s breasts, her lips roving over the soft swell of skin. Her hips jerked rhythmically, silent testament to her desire. Cyn arched her back and pushed her unbridled breasts against Rian’s face, her nipples tight balls beneath the black silk. It wasn’t enough. She reached inside her dress and lifted one breast free. “Suck my nipple. Put it in your mouth,
way to Jacki’s when I thought, who’s that handsome butch sitting all alone in the sun? Then I realized it was you.” She smiled over at me like a princess bestowing a gift on one of her courtiers. I knew I was being played. “That’s nice. Thank you for having coffee with me.” I repaid her compliment. Well, the sun was warm, the company beautiful, and I had a good grip on my feelings. It’s true I also wanted to have a good grip on Melissa’s hips, but I was a cool, controlled sort of butch, wasn’t I?
simultaneously trying to look in charge. She had a swagger to her walk that didn’t go away even when she bottomed. When we’d reached a suitable corner of the room, she dropped to her hands and knees and I perched on her broad back. We scoped out the room while I tried out the steel Þnger claws she’d lent me. Soon her shoulders were covered with geometric designs drawn in bright pink welts. Trish was quiet and stoic as a bottom, but I could feel the change in her breathing under me as I pressed
rubbing tenderly against the thick strands of my hair. Gradually, reality intruded—distant birdsong, the passing voices of other guests in the hallway. A warm, salt-scented breeze rattled the palm trees outside and rufßed the wavy ends of my— “Uh...” The sporadic tapping of her Þngers against the door frame brought me back. She cleared her throat. “That’s okay, I’ll just wait for you out here.” More than a little stunned, I shook my head and blinked. I could • 162 • INFERNO I: FIRE WOMAN feel