Paint Me Curious Bronze (MF)

Curious 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 80,110
1 Ratings (4.0)
[Siren Allure: Erotic Contemporary Romance, bondage, sex toys, HEA]
Little does Seamus Balsam realise he has met his match when he opens his door and finds Summer Knight standing there. There is instant magic between them, and although she has been hired as his housekeeper, sizzling sex-filled days and scorching steamy nights replace household drudgery.
There is, however, a darker side to Seamus, as she soon discovers. Finding out that his wealthy benefactor Fred Podesta and his wife Lana, whom he had known for many years, are both vying for his attention, soon has Summer packing her bags, but with promises of fidelity and undying love, she forgives him. Their passion once again reaches new heights, until another skeleton falls from the closet and she leaves him again, this time for good, she thinks. Not one to give up easily, he pursues her unceasingly, until she relents and gives him another chance.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Paint Me Curious Bronze (MF)
1 Ratings (4.0)

Paint Me Curious Bronze (MF)

Curious 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 80,110
1 Ratings (4.0)
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a very emotional book




The dining table was scratched and covered with flecks of paint. It was not at all what she envisaged as a place for eating, so she went in search of a table cloth. Finding none, she placed a bed sheet over the table. Much too big, she thought, as it fell down the sides and draped along the floor; but it did the job. She must find out where he had hidden his table cloths, if he had any. She opened a bottle of wine, and placed it on the table along with a wine glass. The potatoes and veggies stood warming on the stove, and all that was left to do, was to sear the lamb chops. Medium rare, he had said, just the way she also liked them! She climbed the stairs to the second level and called out to him

“I’ll be right there,” he said.

She returned to the lower level and waited for him. She poured him a glass of wine and turned to go.

“Aren’t you going to have dinner?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, stopping in her tracks.

“I don’t see a place setting for you. Do you expect me to eat alone?”

“Are you inviting me to have dinner with you?” she asked.

“I want to know more about you and this is the best opportunity to find out, so please,” he said.

She returned with a plate and cutlery and sat down across from him.

“Are you afraid of me Summer?”

“Why should I be?”

“Are you annoyed with me?”

“I’ve gotten over it,” she said, placing a lamb chop on her plate.

“I’m not usually like that. Sometimes I can be a little impulsive, but I promise you it won’t happen again,” he said, pouring her a glass of wine.

“Thank you.”

They ate in silence, with his eyes fastened on her. She knew he was staring and refused to look up at him.

“You are a good cook,” he said. “The lamb was delicious. There is still a question that weighs on my mind.”

“What is it?” she asked, raising her fork to her mouth.

“I still don’t understand why a beautiful woman like you applied for this job.”

“Why did you give it to me?” she asked, meeting his gaze.

“I thought of you more as an assistant than a housekeeper, and you would be a great asset when I have an exhibit. Men love beautiful women and since you convinced me to give you the position, I know you will also convince them to buy my work.”

“Sales of your work will have nothing to do with me. People will buy it because of its merits.”

“I see,” he said, surprised by her answer. “You still haven’t told me why you took the position.”

“Like I told you, I need the money and jobs in my field are very difficult to find. The idea of travel intrigued me, so you know your salary was not the driving factor.”

“Are you saying that I’m cheap?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. From what I manage to save, I hope to eventually travel overseas to teach at a foreign university.”

“So you are really planning to leave me.”

She stared at him. He seemed lost and alone.

“That won’t be for a little while,” she said, getting up and taking the leftover dinner and plates into the kitchen.

As she placed the dishes in the dishwasher, she could hear music coming from the living room. He seemed to like Lionel Richie’s music. She finished her chores, turned the light out and headed for her room.

“Goodnight, Seamus,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Why don’t you sit with me?” he asked. “It’s only eight thirty. “Come on. I won’t touch you. I promise.”

“I’m a bit tired,” she said.

“I insist. Sit and talk to me. I would love your company. I’ll get you a glass because I also don’t like drinking alone.”

She sat down and waited until he returned. He poured a glass of wine and handed it to her.

“Do you like Lionel Richie?” he asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Is there any particular kind of music you like?”

“I like a bit of everything. Right now Adele is my favorite singer. I love her voice. It’s easy on the ears and the soul.”

“Do you have any brothers or sisters Summer?”

“No I don’t.”

“Then we have something in common. I am an only child.”

They talked and talked about their lives until it was after midnight and Summer decided she should go to bed.

“It was nice having someone to talk to,” he said. “You are a very interesting lady. You’re beautiful too.”

“Well I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight,” he said, as he headed up the stairs to his bedroom on the second level.

As she brushed her teeth, Summer thought about her employer. Maybe he was lonely and she was glad she’d had the chance to have that chat with him. He seemed like a nice person and he was handsome as well.




“What are you doing down here?” she asked turning around to find him standing behind her.

 “I couldn’t concentrate. I just kept thinking about you and how much I want to touch you and to kiss you.”

  “I’ve still got a lot to do,” she said, closing the door to the dishwasher.

  “That can wait,” he said, taking her hand.

He guided her over to the couch, and pushed her gently onto it, kissing her as they went. He stared into her eyes and she into his. Electricity flowed freely between them. 

 “You are truly beautiful,” he said, opening the buttons on her blouse.

 She knew she had reached the point of no return. His kiss turned her body into a bowl of jelly. His hand, now inside her blouse, rubbed her nipple and she sighed. He stood up and removed her blouse entirely and then also her bra. He lifted both breasts in hands and moved his lips to them. Her body heaved towards him and he feasted hungrily. He removed her jeans and dropped his to his ankles. His warm tongue invaded her mouth and he pulled her to him. He kissed her long and hard which left her breathless. He moved her hand down to his erection, but she pulled it away. Instead she stared down at his cock which was bobbing and weaving. He ran his fingers between her legs and caressed her through her underwear. He moved her hand back to his cock and this time, she held it in her fist.  Hurricane force winds started to swirled around inside her as he assaulted her body. He lifted her legs and pulled her underwear down to her thighs and over her legs, admiring her body with each touch.

“Beautiful,” he said, gazing at her naked body.

He ran his fingers gently up and explored every crevice of her body. She watched him, her desire clearly heightened.

Only the Gods could have endowed him with such a fine specimen!

“See what you’ve done to me!” he whispered, as he pulled her bottom to the edge of the couch.

He grabbed her hair with one hand and his tongue worked its way back into her mouth. Intertwining, sucking, licking, tasting! His lips moved once again to her erect nipples and he sucked greedily. He moved down to her navel, his tongue performing acrobatics inside and around it. She gasped as his hand moved down her body and settled between her thighs. He massaged her clit, gently moving his fingers in a slow, circular motion, which made her open widely to receive him, giving him full access to her warm moist pussy. His massive erection pushing against her thigh, gave her a delicious high. She longed to have it penetrate deep inside her. It had been such a long time, that she had forgotten how exhilarating it was to have a man plunge himself into her.

“Delicious,” he said, squeezing her breasts together and circling the nipples with the tip of his tongue.

He took a mouthful and suckled like a baby, first one breast and then the other. Her body rose, demanding to be satisfied, but he wasn’t quite ready.

“I want to lick you all day,” he murmured, as his tongue once again entered her belly button, then moved slowly down her thighs and then between her legs.

“Ahhhhhh!” she groaned, her body rising to meet his lips. 

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, exposing her to full view, and moved his cock slowly around her clutching entrance. Her body rose up to meet him and he dropped to his knees, his warm tongue circling her pulsing clit as euphoria surged wildly through her veins. His tongue was ruthless as it worked its way roughly over her folds. There wasn’t an inch of her body that was left unexplored. Her arms flailed and her legs tightened around his neck. Over and over again, the erotic scene played out as her hips gyrated to the circulating of his tongue.

“You want it?” he said, between mouthfuls of pleasure.

“Yes!” she cried out.

“Then beg me for it.”

“Fuck me,” she called out to him.

“Yes, I want to fuck you too,” he said looking up at her. “Your pussy is so warm  and so juicy.”

He parted her legs even wider and gazed at her entrance, then slid a finger inside while one hand lingered on her erect nipple. He was about to penetrate her, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

“Shit!” he said.

She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back to the couch.

“Don’t move. They’ll go away,” he said, moving his finger around inside her.

He made one more attempt to get inside her when the doorbell rang again.

“Who could that be?” he asked out loud.

He jumped up quickly looked out through the porthole.

“Dear God!”

“Who is it?” she asked, quickly sitting up.

“We’ll finish this later,” he said, quickly pulling on his jeans and T shirt. “She won’t go away if she sees our cars parked out there.”

“She?” Summer asked.

“It’s a complicated story. I’ll tell you about it later,” he said. “Get dressed.”

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