[Siren Classic: Erotic Interracial Rubenesque Romantic Suspense, HEA]
A pit of dead bodies was not on Chantal Peroud’s agenda for being an anthropologist. And it’s a sight she’d like to forget. The first time she saw Phillip Guidry, they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other. All Chantal wanted to do was finish her dissertation and get out of Chauncey’s Bayou. But Phillip’s intensity pulls her into his world. A world she promised she would never live.
After helping her friends Yvette Collins and Dante Bassetti discover what the small velvet bags used by the Velvet Heart Killer were exactly, she never thought falling in love with a bayou boy was what she'd want. But Phillip sends a firestorm through her body with his gaze. She tries to remind him that she has a boyfriend in New Orleans. Phillip is going to do his best to make her forget him, as he seduces her heart and her body to the tune of the sultry bayou nights of Louisiana.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Bayou Paradise (MF)
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STORY EXCERPT

 

She heard Phillip’s truck outside. It was a quiet morning. That kind of quiet that makes you whisper for no reason. His truck blasted that quiet without trying to. She grabbed her hat, and walked out the door.

Walking up to the truck, he quickly got out, and walked over to the passenger side to open the door for her. “Oh, thank you,” she said, getting inside.

He got in on the other side. “I like to open doors for ladies. They don’t expect it. Not many men do it anymore.”

“No, they don’t. Women have fought so hard for equality, they forget how good it feels to be a woman.” She smiled at him.

“And does it feel good?” he asked her with a sexy smile. “To be a woman, I mean?”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she suddenly had to remember to let it out. She nodded her head numbly. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said softly. “It’s always nice when a woman…feels good.”

He drove them to the spot he’d talked about along the bayou. She didn’t immediately get out. The fact that she’d seen gators around the bayous in Chauncey could be attributed to her trepidation to get out of the truck.

Phillip stood by the door, holding it open, as she continued to sit inside. “Believe me, sha,” he said. “There aren’t any gators along this stretch of the bayou.”

“Why not?”

He stared down at the ground, trying to hide his smile. She thought he was trying to keep from laughing. “All right…um…I lied.”

“You lied? There are gators here? Wait,” she said with realization. “You were going to get me out in that water for a gator to come and eat me! You were trying to kill me? Are you the killer? Oh shit! Oh shit!”

“Chantal! Chantal, calm down,” he said. “I’m not that killer guy. I wasn’t trying to kill you. I just wanted to see how far I could take it with you. I would never let you get close to that water. I was going to back the truck up, and fish out of the bed. I was just jokin’ with you.”

She got out of the truck, and without thinking, she started hitting him. “A joke?” She hit him again, but started laughing along with him. “I was not getting anywhere near that water. I want you to know that.”

When she stopped hitting him, she realized how close they were standing to each other. “I’m not trying to kill you,” he said, gazing down at her with those damn gorgeous eyes. “I would never let anything bad happen to you.”

In the next instant, he had pulled her close, as his lips descended on hers. He kissed her so sensually, so methodically, she couldn’t remember what a kiss was before him. His tongue teased her mouth to open for him, and she obeyed willingly. She didn’t realize that he had stopped kissing her, until she opened her eyes, and saw him gazing at her.

“I-I can’t do this,” she whispered. She swallowed and tried to speak again. “I-I-I have a boyfriend.” She stared at him, trying to remember what her boyfriend’s name was.

Phillip ran his thumb over her moist lips. “Damn, that’s a shame.” He smiled that smile of his. “You can go ahead and get in the truck, as I back it up.” He got into the front.

She didn’t know what else to do, so she climbed into the back of the truck like he’d said. When he’d backed the truck up enough, he effortlessly jumped into the back of it. There were two fishing poles secured alongside the bed. He handed one to her.

“When you get a bite, reel it in quick before you attract a gator. I’m not about feeding them with my catch.” She nodded, taking the rod from him.

They fished in silence for a while. She wasn’t paying much attention to her line. All she could think about was his kiss and how amazing it felt. The way his hands held her to his body. He had a very nice body. A tall, muscled, hard body.

“So,” he said to her finally. “This boyfriend you got. Is it serious?”

That was the fifty-million-dollar question, she thought to herself. “Serious how?”

Phillip let out a soft laugh. “Serious in has he gotten down on one knee with a ring, sha?”

“He’s a boyfriend, not a fiancé. So, no. It’s…um… It’s not serious.”

He nodded silently. “That’s good to know.” He stared at her with a smoldering gaze.

“Do you always flirt like this?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Was I flirting?”

His name was Dwight. The boyfriend she had. That was his name, she reminded herself. But each time she glanced at Phillip, with his nice ass, and his bulging biceps, and those damned eyes of his, she found it hard to breathe.

“Oh! I think I got one,” she said, trying to reel her line in.

“Reel it in, girl.” He put his rod down, coming to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his body close to hers. “Let me help you out there, sha.”

Chantal’s heart began to race again. She could feel the hardness of his body. She could smell the scent of something woodsy, but not overbearing, realizing it was his deodorant. He glanced down at her, holding on to her rod, as she reeled the line in.

“It feels really heavy, Phillip,” she said, turning to look at him, and coming up close and personal with his lips.

“Oh, shit. Look at that, sha.”

She looked out to where he was pointing to see a small gator trying to take her fish off the line. “Ah! Shit.” She turned to smile at him. “I just caught my first gator!”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

She watched him, as he slowly removed her straps, bending down to lay soft kisses along her shoulders. That feeling. That delicious, tingling, feeling that creeped down her spine and lodged itself snuggly between her legs, engulfed her. He captured her lips in another seething kiss, as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away from her body. His hands cupped her large breasts, running his thumb over her tight nipples, before he bent to lick and teas them with the tip of his tongue.

She began to unfasten his jeans, pushing them down along with his undershorts. His cock sprang forth like a coiled python, long and thick and pulsing with his arousal. She gazed up at him, smiling seductively, as she knelt in front of him, taking her hand and stroking along his thick shaft. He ran his hand through her hair, and gasped out loud when her mouth engulfed the sensitive head of his dick. How long had it been since she had been allowed to pleasure a man in this way? Too long, she thought. It had been too long since she’d felt the hardened strength of a man in her mouth, knowing that with the slightest flick of her tongue, the caress of her hand along his length, she could make him shudder with need for her.

But it was more than that. She loved how soft his skin was, yet how hard his cock felt. It was a juxtaposition of sensations. And as she languished in the sensually erotic feeling of sucking him down her throat, he pulled her up to him, his breathing labored and hot.

“My turn, baby,” he said to her, as his lips began kissing hers with a hunger she’d never experienced before.

He unfastened her capris, letting them fall to the floor as she stepped out of them. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves, and squeezing her ample flesh in his hands, before he removed her panties.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he said, staring at her with undiluted desire. “Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? To take my time with you?”

She caressed his cock in her hand, stroking it and feeling it throb under her touch. “Yeah, I kind of have an idea,” she said with a wicked smile.

Phillip pulled her onto the bed with him, rolling her onto her back, as he trailed kisses down her body. “Your body was made for pleasure, baby.”

“Then by all means,” she said. “Pleasure me.”

He began to kiss along the inside of her thigh, smiling up at her, as he gently pushed her legs apart. He ran a finger down her slit, making her squirm under his touch. When she felt the tip of his tongue licking down that same path, she closed her eyes and let herself experience it fully. It wasn’t like Dwight, who only flicked his tongue a few times on her clit when he dared to give her head at all. Phillip took his time. He teased, and licked, and delved inside of her, moaning sensually as he did so.

He brought her twice with his tongue, making her orgasm and scream his name. His hands caressed her ample ass, holding her trembling body to him, before he lay back with her stroking her hair. She gazed at him, and looked into eyes that gazed back at her with affection. It scared her at first. She didn’t know this man she was lying next to, yet she knew him better than Dwight. She knew him, she said to herself. She knew he had a mole on his left hip. She had kissed him there. She knew how sensitive the head of his penis was, and the sounds he made during pleasure. She knew his kisses, and his smiles. She knew his touch, and how good it felt when his hands roamed over her body. She knew his eyes, and how they smiled when he gazed at her. She knew him.

He kissed her deeply, as their bodies began to move together. Looking up into his blue eyes, she felt him poised at her opening. She could feel the heat of his desire, and wanted him more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. So, when he pushed inside of her body, it was more than satisfaction at feeling his throbbing cock inside of her body. It was more than an intense feeling of pleasure, as she wrapped her legs around his body and bowed her back. It was more than a culmination of need. She felt complete.

He moved deeply and deliberately, filling her completely and gazing down at her to gauge his tempo. He didn’t pound away at her pussy, as if he were trying to break it into pieces. He made love to her, sending his penis deep inside of her body, and hitting those spots that made her moan and grip on to him. And when he did increase his tempo, he was masterful, and sensual, and so fuckin’ amazing.

They moved as one as she matched her body to his thrusts. She felt as though she were breathing for him, and knew the instant his climax began to build. She knew because she was there with him, moving with him, breathing with him. And when he took her hands in his, holding them over her head, as he thrust maddeningly, she couldn’t help but yell out. Their flesh slapped together in a feverish need to feel pleasure. They were one body. She knew when he was close. She could feel the hardness of his cock tremble with the need to release, just as her own body began to tremble and tingle, as they both tumbled over that edge of reality into an abyss of pleasure.

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