Possessing Josephine (MF)

Possessing Josephine 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 26,356
1 Ratings (4.0)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Interracial Romance, HEA]
When Josephine "Josie" Fletcher meets a handsome cowboy in the bar, there is immediately a mutual attraction, but it is not a chance meeting. She has been set up by her roommate, Gypsy. She soon finds out that Richard Schreck is not a cowboy, but a respected lawyer, with a penchant for black women. Their relationship is electric, and they both have ravenous sexual appetites.
However, a well-known woman from his past, who had been genitally mutilated as a child, hires him in a case against her mother. When news of her mutilation is leaked, the press camp out around her home. He tells Josie the bare bones of the case, but not the identity of his client.
Afraid for her safety, he moves his client into his home, which makes Josie unhappy. With no contact between them, Josie is convinced he has forgotten about her, until he once again finds himself on her doorstep with promises of fidelity.
Note: This book is written in one point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Possessing Josephine (MF)
1 Ratings (4.0)

Possessing Josephine (MF)

Possessing Josephine 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 26,356
1 Ratings (4.0)
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Josephine goes to a bar to have some fun on her vacation and encounters a sexy cowboy. Their lust adventures heat up the pages and leave no stone or position unturned. They continue to embark on a lusty relationship that burns up the sheets. I enjoyed the book overall but felt the relationship between the lovers was a little rushed. I will definitely be reading this author again.
Jasmine Alexander




“I’m ready to go, Gypsy,” Josie called out to her roommate. “Sure you won’t come along?”

“My, you certainly look lovely,” Gypsy said, standing at her bedroom door.

“Come on Gyps. It’s Friday night. Think of all the fun we could have together. Watching those losers come onto you, and paying for our drinks. I really wish you would come along.”

“Nah, I’ll stay home this evening. I want to finish this book I’m reading,” she said.

“How do I really look?” Josie asked. “Will they be swarming all over me?”

“You look absolutely stunning. There’s just one thing that’s missing,” she said, disappearing back into her bedroom.

“What?” she asked, peering into the mirror.

I don’t see anything wrong, Josie thought.

Gypsy returned with the new necklace she had bought the previous week, and placed it around her friend’s neck.

“You’re right,” Josie exclaimed. “This is the icing on the proverbial cake.”

“Remember to bring it back,” Gypsy said laughing. “Have fun.”

“I’ll try my best,” she replied.

The doorbell rang and she moved quickly to the intercom. The taxi driver was waiting downstairs.

“Don’t wait up for me,” she said to Gypsy. “I’ll see you tomorrow and I’ll tell you all about it.”

The taxi driver stared at her, for she was indeed a stunning woman. Five foot six, lean, skin the color of butterscotch and a figure to die for, which was enhanced by her forty D bustline.

“Mercy’s bar,” she said to the driver.

Still heartbroken after the split from her boyfriend of three years, Josephine Fletcher decided she needed a vacation away from the day–to-day stress of her real estate job which left her body constantly drained. A vacation was probably that break she needed to reenergize her batteries, but now cooped up in the apartment for over two days, boredom began to set in. She decided to go out on the town and have some fun. Perhaps to a bar, have a few drinks and dance a bit with a handsome stranger. Although she wanted Gypsy’s company, she knew that she wouldn’t stand a chance against her roommate if they went out together. Most of the males in the bars, didn’t matter who they were or what they looked like, they all headed straight for the beautiful blonde, and as a woman of color she seemed to attract only those whose sole interest was a quick roll in the hay. So tonight in her sexy dress low cut dress, her high-priced stilettos and her roommate’s expensive necklace, she was heading for one of the bars the two women regularly frequented. She was looking forward to a good time because Mercy’s was usually full of people around her age, dancing, drinking or watching some kind of event on television.

 When she stepped from the taxi, she could hear the beat of the music before she opened the door. The place was hopping with young people all around her age. Twenty-five and some younger! She stretched herself to her full five foot six and surveyed the room. Not recognising anyone, she strolled confidently to the bar, took a seat, and ordered a vodka martini. She spun around on the bar stool and stared at the faces around her. There was a friend of Gypsy’s whom she didn’t particularly care for, so she quickly turned around again to face the rows of bottles neatly lined up on the bar.

Gypsy’s parents were well-to-do and had bought their daughter the beautiful condo which they shared. There Josie felt safe. Security knew everyone who came in and went out, and made sure no undesirables were allowed onto the premises.

The two friends had met when they were in University together. Gypsy’s interest was psychology and Josie’s was finance, and although they were never in the same classroom, the two had formed an unbreakable bond.

“I thought it was you, Josie,” someone said over her shoulder. “Where is Gypsy?”

“Oh hello Dusty,” she said in a friendly voice. “She had something to do, so I came alone.”

“Would you like to join us?” the young woman asked.

“Thanks, but I’m waiting on someone.”

“Got a hot date, Josie?”

“You can say that,” she replied, hoping the girl would go away.

“Well, have a great time, and holler if he gets out of hand.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“You never know,” replied the young woman.

She was relieved when the girl returned to her seat with her friends and left her alone. She ordered another martini. The first one had put her in a mellow mood. What would the second one do? She asked the bartender for a fresh bowl of peanuts, because she had this thing about hygiene. Who knows how many unwashed hands had dipped into those bowls of peanuts?

 “Care to dance?” a nerdy young man asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.

He was not her type, but what did she have to lose? After all it was just a dance.

All was going well until he began yelling to her over the music. When the dance was over, he promptly sat down beside her, but soon left when he realized she had no interest in him. Five minutes later, he was doing the same with another young blonde woman, who also seemed just as disinterested as she was. She smiled, happy to see he had found interest elsewhere.

“Bring me another beer,” a deep voice called out

She turned around to see where the voice was coming from. There he was standing at the far end of the bar. He was a fine specimen and it was the first time she had noticed him. Tall, dark haired, cowboy hat, jeans and a denim jacket! She liked what she saw. She had this fantasy about dating a cowboy, at least once.




“Don’t take anything off,” he said, calling down from the stairs. “Not even your shoes.”

She spent the time looking around the living room and investigating everything. She saw a small computer screen next to the alarm and could see the black Porsche neatly parked in front of the SUV. Everything that was happening on the outside, was visible on the little computer screen. Security seemed naturally, to be high on his list of priorities. He had been gone for about five minutes. She wondered what he was doing. It was unlike him to leave her for such a long time without explanation. She finally heard his steps coming down the stairs and she turned around. She started to laugh. He was totally naked! His muscles bulging and his chest heaving in anticipation, she stared at his cock which was lifting on its own volition.

“It’s midnight,” he said. “It’s officially my birthday and I thought I would get dressed up for you. That’s why I’m wearing my birthday suit.”

She laughed loudly, and continued to stare at him.

“This is original,” she said. “But I have nothing to give you for your birthday.”

“I don’t want anything. I’ve got everything I need.”

“But I would’ve bought you something.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve already got a birthday gift and I am going to unwrap it soon.”

She sank into the couch and watched him. He moved over to her and knelt in front of her, his dick not quite yet erect.

“Happy birthday,” she said, bending forward and kissing him on the lips.

“I’ve got the best birthday gift,” he said.

He lifted one leg and removed her slingback shoe. He brought the foot to his lips and sucked on her big toe. She had never experienced anything like it, so she relaxed and allowed him to take her on her new adventure. Ripples of sweet delight crept through her body and she closed her eyes. He sucked each toe, all the while staring at her, and then turned to the other leg and did the same. His hands strummed up her legs all the way up her thighs and back down again.

“Lift your behind,” he said in a husky voice.

He reached under her dress and pulled on the elastic of her underwear, bringing them down around her ankles.

“Such a beautiful birthday gift,” he said in a whisper.

She had no idea what to expect from him. It was unlike him to be so slow and thorough. It was agonizing in an erotic way. He inched her zipper down, kissing her shoulders, her neck and back. Then he pulled her to her feet and her dress fell in a pool of fabric around her feet. He picked it up and threw it on the couch beside her. She was aroused and desire scurried through her body. He lifted her bra and watched as her nipples peeked out below them. His tongue lashed across them, sending her into another erotic dimension. Another hand released the snap of her bra, and she stood naked before him. Greedily, he attacked her nipples. First one and then the other until they stood out like two hills, being discovered for the first time.

“Don’t move,” he said staring at her body. “I just don’t know where to start with you. Everything looks so delicious.”

He walked around her slowly, teasing her. By this time, his erection had lifted its head and staring him in the face. She gazed at it longingly.

“It’s your birthday,” she said. “I want to give you a gift.”

“What do you want to give me?” he asked, running his fingers gently between her legs.

She grabbed his hand and placed it on her clit. .

“Surprise!” she said. “It wouldn’t have been a surprise if I had told you what I was going to give you!”

“So sweet,” he said, running his fingers around her pubic area. “Can I have it now?”

“Soon, very soon,” she said, shoving him into the corner of the wrap around couch.

He stared at her nipples, and reached out to touch them, but she backed away from him, teasing him. He took hold of his heavy cock and stroked it gently, while cupping his balls with the other hand. The sight of him pleasuring himself really turned her on and her hands immediately sought her full heavy breasts. Such raw pleasure!

“Come here,” he whispered, moving to the edge of the couch.

“Why?” she asked.

“I’ll whisper it in your ear.”

She moved toward him. He spun her around and sat her on his lap. His cock bobbed along the length of her clenching pussy and she groaned. A deep hungry groan!

“No need to hold back,” he said. “We are alone. Tell me what you want.”

She opened her legs and held the end of his cock in her hand. She stared at it as he lifted his hips in response to her manipulations.

“Let me fuck you,” he said, his fingers moving up and down her wet cleft.

“Here?” she asked.

“Right here and just like this,” he said pushing her forward, forcing her to rest her upper body on the coffee table.

“Oh, my God,” he called out, as she lay bare in front of him.

He pulled open her lips and rubbed his thumbs along her clit. She grabbed the edge of the table and her hips started to move to unheard music.

“I feel so hot that I want take you now,” he said.

He pushed her legs apart and his greedy cock sought satisfaction between them. He rubbed it up and down and around her delicious, clutching pussy. He stared at it and watched it clench, then slid himself slowly into her and she cried out.

“Yes, Josie. Let it out. No one will hear us. Tell me how you feel.”

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