Business or Plesure?
So the company I work for sent me to a resort for a week….
There I was surrounded by half-naked delicious men lying
beside one of the swimming pools or wandering through the gardens. There were two
different restaurants and a pool-side bar as well, with every imaginable kind
of yummy food.
The sun shone brightly every day and the staff were
amazingly friendly and helpful.
I bet you’re all jealous of me, right? Ready to turn bitchy
and scratch my eyes out with jealousy?
Well don’t bother. I was wearing a prim, navy blue business
suit, with the jacket buttoned up, hunched over a table, stuck in meetings for
sixteen hours a day and too exhausted to do much more than have a shower, a
meal, and sleep the other eight. I only got to swim in the pool once the whole
time I was there and that was on the last day, because I figured I could sleep
on the plane going home.
But instead of sleeping on my flight home, I got to
thinking, “What if?” and “Resort Romance” was born.
“Resort Romance” Blurb:
Imogen
agrees to accompany Gage and Liam to a resort for a week’s vacation and some
extra hot ménage sex. The gardens are beautiful, the meals are delicious and
the facilities are excellent, especially the three swimming pools. The men are
delicious too, but Gage is bossy and Imogen is not going to be anyone’s sex
toy.
But the
men are awfully yummy and Imogen is having a wonderful time. Until Gage makes a
few autocratic decisions which remind Imogen of her manipulative father. Then
Imogen has to decide whether the best orgasms of her life are worth risking
potential heartbreak.
WARNING! ADULT
EXCERPT
Before
Imogen could take another breath, the two men surrounded her. Two hot, hard
bodies pressed against her—one in front and one behind. Four arms held her
tightly and two sets of lips whispered across her skin, one on her cheeks and
the other on her neck.
“Oh you will enjoy it. We can promise you the
best orgasm you’ve ever had. When we’re both inside you, I can feel Liam’s cock
and he can feel mine. The tissues separating us are very thin and very
sensitive. You’ll feel our every twitch and pulse as we stroke deeper and
deeper in you, bringing you closer and closer to the ultimate climax.”
Imogen
shivered. Gage’s sexy voice was bringing her pretty close to an orgasm with
every word he spoke, and cream was already dripping from her pussy onto her
panties. Deep inside her core a throbbing drumbeat had begun to draw her ever
nearer to the climax Gage promised.
Behind
her, Liam kneeled and slipped her feet out of her sandals, then pressed hot
lips to her legs, kissing his way up them to her knees. He licked all around
her knee and then butterfly kissed the sensitive skin at the back of her knee.
“Oh God,
that feels good,” she whispered, clutching Gage’s waist to support her suddenly
wobbly legs.
Gage slid
his hands under her T-shirt and trailed his fingers up, up, up, over her
bellybutton, over her ribs, until finally they rested under her breasts.
“Touch
them,” she begged him. But he ignored her and stroked his hands up and down her
spine, rubbing circles and spirals across her back as he went.
Meanwhile
Liam had swapped to her other leg and was licking and sucking the back of that
knee now. I never knew knees were sexy,
she thought as her brain started to fry from the combined heat of the men’s
touches.
Liam
pulled her thighs apart and she staggered as her legs almost refused to hold
her upright any longer. He held her thighs firmly and began nibbling the
oh-so-delicate skin of her inner thighs.
Gage
finally slid his hands under her bra and rested his palms over her breasts.
Imogen sighed with relief at the hot touch just exactly where she needed it
most.
But her
relief was short-lived as the coiling, fiery ball of need deep inside her was
demanding more. Much more.
She became
aware of a very large cock in easy reach of her hands, but her legs were so
weak from all the emotions coiling through her body she wondered if she would
fall over if she let go of Gage’s waist.
Taking a
deep breath, Imogen popped the buttons of Gage’s pants and slid the zipper
down. His tighty whities outlined his cock to perfection, and she almost
drooled as she lifted it out of its wrapping and cupped it in her hands. The
vein was throbbing and the head a dark red. As she ran her fingers up the long
stalk of his erection, a tiny pearl of pre-cum gathered in the eye. Gently she
smoothed her fingers over the head of his cock and rubbed the moisture into the
cap.
Before she
could lean forward and lick his cock, Gage pulled her T-shirt over her head and
said, “I think it’s time to move this party to the bed.”
Berengaria Brown
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