DeAnne's Dilemma (MF)

Naughty Forties 2

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 12,640
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What’s a woman to do when her far too sexy ex offers to scratch that itch? Go with it, of course, even if it does mean doing the dirty in a cupboard at her best friend’s wedding.

DeAnne has never gotten over her separation from Quinn, so when she’s confronted with him at this wedding, feelings bubble to the surface for them both. It seems time can’t cool their attraction, but the questions that drove them apart still remain unanswered.

But this time DeAnne is going to fight for the man she loves, and woe betide anyone who gets in her way.

Together, Quinn and DeAnne will overcome all odds … won’t they?

DeAnne's Dilemma (MF)
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DeAnne's Dilemma (MF)

Naughty Forties 2

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 12,640
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“Why are you skulking behind a cupboard door like a burglar?”

“Argh.” I turned ‘round in a hurry, banged my elbow, and swore as the pain shot up to my shoulder and brought tears to my eyes. “Do not creep up on me like that.”

Quinn stood there with a hurt expression. “I didn’t creep. I don’t have brothel creepers on, just shoes without a heavy tread.”

Lord I’d forgotten he called soft soled shoes by that rather descriptive title.

“Sorry, I’m in a bit of a fix.” Though why I was apologizing when he was the one who startled me, heaven only knows.

He raised one eyebrow. “Can I help?”

Resigned, I opened the door wider.

“Come in.”

“Said the spider to the fly?” he asked as we stood boobs to chest. “Why are you standing hunched up like that? Ah.” He stared at the floor behind me where I’d dropped and not picked up the torture costume. “Need to be stuffed back into your dress?”

“Well I’d have preferred it to be phrased with a little more finesse, but yes, that’s the essence of it.”

He nodded, all serious now. “Then turn around and let me see what I can do.”

That involved another body to body experience, and boy, by the time my ass was rubbing his cock, his very wide awake and up for anything cock, my pussy was tingling and my thighs damp.

“Now let’s see.” He began to tug the two sides of my dress together. “I think this is what’s needed.”

Darn it.

Then it seemed he changed his mind, as within a second my top half was bare, my arms pinned to the side by the sash I hadn’t noticed him taking off me, and his hands caressed my boobs.

My all of a sudden oh so sensitive with nipples standing to attention boobs.

“No, I was wrong,” he said in a matter of fact way. “This is.”


He pinched my nipples and began to rub them between thumb and forefinger. Sheesh.


“Oh, there’s a lot more. Play with your gorgeous breasts, Dee, whilst I get my zipper down and my cock into you.”

There was an invitation I had no intention of refusing.

This wedding was looking up.

How lucky I’d ended up facing the mirror. It was such a bloody turn-on as I watched myself play with my boobs, saw his hands move, and then there was the sound of a zipper being unzipped—well, I hoped it was undone, not sure if there’s difference between up and down—with care. Then his fingers touched my back oh so softly.

“I want to lick you, suck you, make you scream. Fill you, spill into you, and over your soft skin. Come with you, tremble with you, and relax with you. Sleep with you and wake up next to you. But…” He nipped my shoulder, not hard but hard enough to register.

“But for now…”

I hardly dared breathe as he inched the skirt up around my waist.

“For now, I want us to make love. To be as one.”

Damned if that wasn’t one of the most romantic things I’d heard in ages. Time for me to get involved. I bent forward and opened my legs for ease of his access.

“That’s my girl. Bloody gorgeous, you wide open all for me. Now then let me see.” Slowly his cock nudged the entrance to my pussy.

“It’s like coming home,” Quinn breathed as he thrust into me like a knife though soft butter.

And just like that I knew I’d never stopped loving him.

Then he moved, and I knew I wanted us to be together again.

Sadly, life’s not that neat, eh?

Just as we both began to pant—we’d always been in tune like that—there was a hammering on the door.

“Dee? You still in there? Beatrix the dominatrix is shouting for you and Sandie. The woman is getting awfully hot under the collar.”

“Thought they didn’t wear the collar,” Quinn said. “The subs did.”

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