HERO: Ian Kerr. Alpha. Billionaire. Possessive. Sexy. Obnoxious. Dirty mouth. Completely and utterly in love with Victoria Corielli.

HEROINE: Victoria Corielli. Strong, Intelligent. Beautiful. Loves Ian Kerr more then life itself.

The scene below is a little “stress relieving” sex.  :) I put it under a spoiler tag because it’s a expressive.

[spoiler effect=”blind” show=”Spoiler”]I allow my fingers to brush the roundness of her breasts and sweep over the apples of her ass cheeks in feather-light strokes until she‘s squirming beneath me, trying to turn over. But my weight pins her down.“I‘d like you to execute those plans now,” she says, and by this time, her breathing isn‘t as even or as deep.I slide my fingers between her legs. “Let‘s see if you‘re ready.” Liquid heat greets me, and we both moan as I slide two fingers inside her. Her ass rises to allow me greater access, and the tight rosette of her asshole peeks at me from between her round cheeks.
I drag my thumb down the crevice to her pucker and circle it. “Someday, bunny, I‘m going to take you here.”

“I don‘t know,” she begins, lowering her hips as if to hide from me, but I lift her back up as I stroke her tight cunt.

“You‘ll like it.” My thumb dips inside the little hole and I feel her walls close around me, sucking me instinctively.
Slowly I begin to fuck her with my fingers, lightly in the ass and more forcefully in her pussy. “Touch yourself, bunny,” I order.
Her hand dips between her legs to work her clit and it takes almost no time before her orgasm is upon her.

“Oh, fuckkkk,” she moans as we stroke together toward her finish. Her cunt walls are like a vise on my fingers, making me use more force to plunge in and out of her. She barely notices that my thumb is knuckle-deep in her ass. My cock is hard and aching behind the wool and cotton barrier of my clothes.

“Come on, bunny. Let it go.” I curl my thumb downward and she explodes like a rocket.

“God, oh God!” she shouts. Her ass pushes hard against my hand and then I‘m drenched with her come.

I pull her into my lap, wiping my hands on my abandoned suit coat. Thousand-dollar suit serving as a post-coitus serviette? Sounds about right.

“Shh, bunny,” I croon, rocking her a bit as she shakes and shudders in post-orgasmic delight. “Liked that, did you?”

“I don‘t know. Maybe it was the pre-fingering massage that did it,” she snarks back, gulping in air.

“Maybe,” I say. “Let‘s go upstairs now. My cock may break in half if it doesn‘t get some attention.”

“We can‘t have that.”

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Taking control by Jen Frederick is book two in the Kerr Chronicles and  available now.  Goodreads l Kindle l Nook