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Lace & More (MF)

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Heat Rating: SEXTREME
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[Siren Classic: Erotic May-December Romance, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]

When Lacey Fulton wakes up to find a young, mouth-watering hunk in her bed, she thinks she’s died and gone to heaven. While the sexy, carefree, playful and much younger bartender meets none of the requirements on her Mr. Right checklist, Lacey figures he could be her Mr. Right Now.

Reilly Callaghan wants Lacey in his bed and not just for a short time. He will stop at nothing to have her, including exploring all of Lacey’s X-rated fantasies. From the bed to the shower and every room in between, the normally shy and self-conscious Lacey transforms into a bold, confident woman. Now Reilly must convince her that he is Mr. Right and to forget her damn list.

When things go from casual to complicated, Lacey must decide whether to play it safe or take a chance. Can she let go of her past and find happiness with Reilly?

A Siren Erotic Romance

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EXCELLENT!!! Can't wait to read more. I couldn't put it down. Got me hooked from the first few pages. A MUST READ!!

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Loved this book! Grabbed my attention immediately and loved the characters. Couldn't put the book down till it was finished. Can't wait for more books from this author. A must read

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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

Somewhere in the distance, Lacey Fulton heard a buzzing—or was it a beeping? She lifted her head and winced. A jackhammer had taken up residence inside her skull, encouraging her to sink back down onto the cool memory foam pillow. She was intent on not moving but the stupid noise started again. She realized it was her phone on the nightstand. Lacey cautiously opened one eye and reached for the offensive object but in her clumsiness, knocked it off and it landed with a thud on the soft carpet.

“Dammit,” she muttered.

A groan sounded beside her. Wow, she must be really out of it because that sounded like a dude. A second groan had her swing her head around. Pain reverberated in the sides of her temples, reassuring her that she really was awake. Holy shit. There was a guy beside her. A large guy. Lacey gasped and sat up, blinking multiple times and rubbing her eyes. Still the sight remained the same. She couldn't possibly be dreaming, not while in this much pain. Her gaze roamed over his long body stretched across her bed. He had to be over six feet tall. She focused on his face. Even the cliché “drop dead gorgeous” didn't do this man justice. His partly opened blue eyes looked back at her it seemed in amusement and his brown hair was tousled like someone, perhaps she, had been running their hands through it. Dark stubble covered his jaw and surrounded full lips. Lacey blinked again, noticing he also looked considerably younger than her. Damn, he was mouth-watering, even first thing in the morning—if indeed it was morning.

His lips quirked in beguilement, like he was reading her thoughts.

Shit! Her mind scrambled over the events of the previous evening. Think, Lacey. Okay, she and Kim had gone out for dinner and then to Flanaghan’s for drinks and live music. She may have indulged in a few too many cocktails because she’d been seriously crushing on the super-hot bartender. She was never drinking again.

She focused again on his face and her mouth fell open in recognition. How did the super-hot bartender from the pub end up in her bed?

Lacey stared, mouth hanging open and wide eyes. He chuckled and pulled her into his arms before she could react. “Love, you are not awake yet. Come back to bed.” His voice and pulse-racing Irish accent were even sexier than he was—which was saying a lot.

Incoherent and dazed, Lacey lay on her side and let him wrap his long muscled arms around her. Tingling sensations shot through her body causing her toes to curl. Oh, wow. Apparently she'd gotten drunk for the first time and taken a complete stranger to bed with her. Another first. Two rules broken in one night. She normally never drank alcohol in excess and certainly never brought strange men home. That was her mother’s style, and she steered clear of being anything like her mother.

Lacey took a deep breath to calm herself. It wasn't the end of the world, after all. He was gorgeous and she was single. Just because it was completely out of character for her, didn’t mean she was incapable of being a bad girl. She only wished she remembered the torrid details because she was fairly certain sex with this man would be—or had been mind-blowing.

His arms tightened, pulling her closer and cocooning her against his body. She sighed and leaned into his solid chest, giving into a little self-indulgence. His body moulded to hers. Lacey’s eyes flew open as she felt him. Specifically, his erection. Rock hard against her—and enormous. She bit her bottom lip as her nipples tingled with awareness, hypersensitive to his hand just below the swell of her breast. Her heartbeat drummed in her chest as she imagined that hand moving up an inch and cupping her aching breast.

Sweet Jesus, she didn’t even know his name! With a little squeak, Lacey tried to pull away but with his strong arm holding her tight, only managed to wiggle against him. His cock jerked against her in response and her own body betrayed her as the throbbing moved to her core.

Oh my God! Rational returned and she pushed his arm off and scrambled from the bed.

“What? Not a cuddler?” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep—or desire?

Lacey’s gaze darted around the room before coming back to the man in her bed. “Bathroom. I, um, have to use the bathroom,” she croaked. Her heart hammered in her chest, the staccato beat drumming loudly in her ears.

“Okay, then come back to bed, love,” he replied, seeming not the least bit alarmed by her erratic behavior. He stretched his gorgeous six plus frame and Lacey’s brain registered that he was fully clothed. Faded T-shirt and equally faded jeans hugged his lean body. Glancing down, she thankfully noted she was fully clothed as well in her jeans, shirt, bra and underwear.

Lacey opened the door and dashed to the bathroom. First thing she did was look in the mirror. Big mistake. A tangled mess of hair and blackened raccoon eyes stared back, not to mention huge sleep lines on one side of her face. She closed her eyes against her reflection and groaned. Just lovely. Lacey’s cheeks burned as memories of last night slowly emerged from her hazy memory. Had she actually thrown herself at the bartender? Oh yeah, she’d done that.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

She found an entrance with a sign that read “Callaghan Custom Furniture.” Lacey opened the door and walked in and then turned and locked it behind her. She didn’t want anyone interrupting what she had planned. Her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. It was a large open space with tools and lumber and various parts of furniture in different stages of completion. To the right, he had a section where pieces were covered in blankets, probably to keep them from gathering dust.

She walked to the left and found Reilly hard at work painting shelves. Classic rock blared from the radio beside him. He looked incredibly sexy in an old faded pair of jeans with paint and sawdust all over them and a tattered old Led Zeppelin T-shirt. He must have sensed someone there because he looked up as she approached and his handsome face broke into a big grin.

He moved over to the radio and turned it down. “Hi, beautiful. This is a nice surprise.” He set his paint brush down and wiped his hands on a rag.

“I thought I’d bring you lunch.” Lacey smiled and lifted the picnic basket. “You got time for a quick break?”

“For you, absolutely.” He came over and gave her a kiss. “Come on, this way.” He took her hand and led her to the back toward a desk with a laptop and paperwork strewn around messily. “Sorry, it’s not much but I got an extra chair here as well.” He pulled up the chair closer and moved some paperwork to make room for the basket.

Lacey put the basket down and opened it up. “I brought sandwiches, fresh fruit, cheese and pudding cups,” she said and pulled out the items. Reilly stood next to her at the desk, checking out all the goodies she brought.

“Looks good, and I’m starving.”

 “Me too, except what I’m hungry for isn’t in the basket,” Lacey said in a husky voice. She turned toward him and pushed him back on the desk until he was perched on the edge. He raised his eyebrows, a confused smile on his face. She took a deep breath to battle her nerves and unzipped her full-length down-filled jacket. Reilly’s eyes widened as she shook the jacket off and tossed it over the chair. Underneath, all she wore was a hot pink bra trimmed with black lace, matching thong and a black garter belt attached to lacy stockings. Stiletto high heels completed the look.

“Sweet Jesus,” he croaked and swallowed. Desire darkened his eyes and he stared at her hungrily, which gave Lacey the confidence to continue with her plan. She’d never done anything so bold but Reilly brought out a side of her she hadn’t known existed. He moved to grab her but she pushed him back on the desk.

“What I’m hungry for is your cock.” Lacey licked her lips suggestively and moved her hands to the top button. She could see his hard length outlined in his jeans and pulled his zipper down over him. She wriggled his pants and boxers down his muscled thighs and legs and his cock sprang forward begging for her touch. She pulled his T-shirt up and he helped her by yanking it off.

Lacey kissed him, pressing her scantily clad body against him. Reilly cupped her buttocks and deepened the kiss, rubbing his erection against her. She broke the kiss and removed his hands from her naked ass and put them back on the desk on each side of him.

“Stay still,” she commanded. She trailed kisses down his neck and across his chest before licking his nipple. Reilly groaned. Moving lower down his abdomen, her long hair teased his cock. Lacey bent her knees and lowered herself, face to face with his rock-hard shaft. Her tongue darted out and she licked the pre-cum beaded on the head. Reilly’s guttural groan was music to her ears. Her own panties were quite moist and she’d been in a state of arousal all morning in anticipation of what she had planned.

She looked up at him, her mouth millimeters from his cock. “I’ve been thinking about sucking you all day.”

Reilly stared at her with hooded eyes and his cock jerked toward her, touching her lips. Lacey smiled before taking him in her mouth, all the way in, and holding him deep. When she’d adjusted to his length, she sucked him, moving back to the tip and swirling her tongue around the head.

Reilly grasped the sides of the desk. “Lacey,” he panted. “You mouth feels so good.”

She murmured in her throat as she continued to suck him and gently squeezed his balls. She took his cock in long, slow deep strokes. She let him go with a pop out of her mouth and wrapped her hand around the base and jerked the length of him, her mouth open and tongue flicking out to lick at the head.

“Fuck, Lacey, that’s hot,” he growled. She could see the strain in his biceps as he gripped the desk. Her hand glided over his cock from her saliva. She moved her head to suck him deep in her mouth again but Reilly grabbed her from beneath her arms and pulled her up.

“I can’t take much more and this outfit screams secretary sex.” He lifted her up on the desk then stepped back to admire her. “If you were my secretary, I’d be too busy fucking you, I’d never get any work done.”

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