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Exhibitionists seem to follow Annie wherever she goes, and she loves to watch them—anyone, anytime, anywhere. But when her new neighbor wants her roving eyes on him, she finds that voyeurism is best when it’s a two-way street.

Warning: Watching (5,200 words) contains sensual stargazing, locomotive self-love, and a sexmobile on the street.

After that morning with Richard, it seemed like they were everywhere. There was always a man out in public with the uncontrollable need to come—no matter where he was, no matter how many people were around—and I always happened to be there with a front row seat to the show. For a while, I almost couldn't get away from them. Like the man who sat next to me on a train one day. I was going to the office that morning, reading a book and minding my own business, and every time I looked out of the corner of my eye, he was fidgeting—first wringing his bony fingers together in his lap, then running his hands up and down his slacks over and over. A hard on started to peep through the fabric of his pants, and he began slowly rubbing his hand over his crotch. I tried to keep my nose buried in my book, and keep my cool while I glanced at him periodically. I don't know if he saw me, but if he did, he clearly didn't care. He didn't care if I watched, or if the dozens of commuters around him going to work that morning watched either. His chest started to heave and his hand wandered to his zipper. He unzipped his fly, and maneuvered his underwear so his cock sprang out into the stifling air of the crowded train.

Janet hates her next door neighbor—specifically his loud lovemaking sessions that keep her up at night. But after a while, she actually becomes intrigued by him...and wants to find out exactly what’s going on in his bed.

Warning: Listening (5,300 words) contains aural orgasms, sleep-deprived surveillance, and amorous auditions.

They laughed. They watched television. I sat in my chair with my ear firmly planted against the wall, trying to figure them out. Then the moaning started. And the screams. And the banging of the headboard that sounded like a thunderous thump, thump, thumping in my ear. Instead of getting angry and annoyed, I was intrigued. I started to feel a strange sense of fascination toward that man...and the caravan of women who were costars in his live sex show.

Alexandra plays hooky from work in the hopes of getting a little nookie from her plumber. And when this hot handyman pleasures her, it’s not just the bathroom pipes that are going to spring a leak.

Warning: Licking (5,500 words) contains analingus interruptus, tongue bathing, and sickly performances.

Ryan grabbed the towel and then unceremoniously let it fall to the floor in front of him.

"I don't need that," he said, moving toward me. Although our bodies weren't touching yet, I could feel the heat radiating from him, and my pussy juices started to trickle between my legs in anticipation of what he might do.

"You don't?" I asked nervously, still not knowing if he was fully on board with my program.

"No," he said, crouching down in front of my wet legs. "I have my own way of drying off wet bodies."

"Oh real—"

Before I could fully get the word out of my mouth, Ryan was licking the water off my legs. I jumped with surprise and laughed as his taste buds tickled my smooth, wet skin.

"Oh, this is how you do it?" I giggled, looking down at him as he slowly ran his tongue up and down my legs, not so much drying me off as replacing the shower's water with his own. I rested my hand on top of his head and ran my fingers through his hair. "That's different," I said as his hot breath heated me up.

Although Paula loves her job at the perfume counter of the department store, she just can’t make ends meet. When her best friend makes a business proposition that she can’t refuse, Paula learns there’s much more to the love of fragrance than she ever imagined.

Warning: Inhaling (5,700 words) contains knowing noses, sexual sniffing, panty passion, and crimson cravings.

By the end of the week, I realized Doreen was right. The more orders I did, the more I became turned on by the thought of these men experiencing me in ways no man had experienced me before. I never dated a man with a panty fetish—at least, not that I knew of. I fantasized about my exes rummaging through my hamper and then holding up my soiled panties to their face to breathe me in deeply.

I was getting so turned on by the idea of men with my panties that I decided to give my customer a little something extra that night. I was lying on my back, with my eyes shut tight, imagining someone out there enjoying me. I unbuttoned my nightshirt and began stroking my already hard nipples. I ground my ass into the bed while worshipping my tits with one hand and letting the other wander down to the top of my frilly, white panties. I furiously rubbed my clit through the panties, feeling my wetness soak to my fingertips. I thought about how much it would turn the client on to smell my sweet juices, and I wondered if he would stroke his hard, long cock with my wet panties, thinking about pounding my pussy until he came.

A quick, intense jolt of pleasure rushed through my body as I rubbed my clit one last time. I rolled over and fell asleep with the satisfaction of knowing that someone out there was in for a treat when his mail arrived.

Although some massage therapists at the local spa give their clients a little something extra from time to time, Claire has always resisted the urge to dance the happy ending hula. That is, until her favorite client triggers a desire in her that she just can’t resist.

Warning: Stroking (6,100 words) contains oral education, sauna sex speak, and oily encounters.

You're beautiful and your body is flawless. I love working on you. I always look forward to our sessions and getting the chance to touch you."

I was almost speechless. Granted, Vincent had flirted with me before—but never during a massage. It almost felt like a sacrilege to get flirty with him while naked on his table. We weren't there for that. But then again, who said the healing arts can't include a little sexual healing? A million ideas passed through my mind.

Luckily, he stopped my train of thought in its tracks before I derailed the conversation with some half-assed response.

"Are you ready to turn over for me so I can get your other side?"

"Sure," I said, as he lifted up the sheet and I rolled over on my back. I hoped Vincent didn't notice my hard nipples poking through the sheet, but when I saw him staring at my tits, it became clear that he saw them—and he liked what he saw.

Where does good sex begin?

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Warrior Mine - Base Branch Novel 4

A silver fox learns new tricks.

The Base Branch office in Washington D.C. is so heavily fortified it makes Fort Knox look like a 7-Eleven. After twenty years in covert ops, nothing fazes Commander Vail Tucker. When a lightning bolt of feminine fury crashes into the interrogation room, holds him at gunpoint, and takes over the task with his prisoner, he’s more than surprised. She escapes without a trace, but Vail is unable to remain dispassionate. He must know what is so important the beguiling woman would risk her life to find it.

Carmen Ruez is deadly and desperate—a combustible combination. Born into the remnants of the Arellano Felix Organization, drugs and violence kept her in a gilded cage—until a twist of fate showed her the roots of their riches, making her yearn for freedom. She works for it. Fights for it. But her brother crosses the line to keep her loyal to the treacherous family she is determined to leave behind.

Following instinct, Vail uncovers Carmen's motives and is galvanized by a protective instinct he hadn't known he possessed. Determination and desire force them to work together to defeat those loyal to Carlos Ruez and the AFO. But are those traits enough to make them fight for a future together?

She showed him her empty hands. His sweaty head shook. Droplets of his effort slung gently from his hair. “How is it you sneak up on me? Three times now. No one sneaks up on me. They try.” He heaved a breath and every slab of muscle flexed and never seemed to relax. It took a full minute of silence for her to realize he wasn’t holding his breath or holding himself at full tilt for battle. Those blessed grooves that lined a perfect—Santa María, was that eight—eight pack jammed between obliques worth drooling over.

“What is it, Carmen?”

Her name on his lips nearly toppled her down the three small steps in spite of the agitation suppressed in his tone. She grabbed the railing and made her way to the dirt, struggling to remember why exactly she’d come out in the first place.

Sophia.

At least some part of her fuzz-filled brain operated properly.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted.

“For what exactly?”

Her mouth moved to answer, but he walked forward, short-circuiting her synapses. Closer and closer he came until his chest nearly collided with her shoulder. She caught a gasp between her lips, just barely, as he reached around her to the shirt she hadn’t seen on the opposite railing. He dragged the cotton over his face and chest and then arched a brow, which she missed for a while, staring at the spray of nearly white scars and one vibrant pink ruck of angry skin.

She swallowed. “I’m so sorry for shooting you.”

“I don't blame you.” He stared at her and blotted at the sweat on his arms.

“How is that possible?” The slenderness of her voice translated her disbelief.

“I’d have shot you to save my family.”

“You have a family?” She didn’t know why the thought surprised her. He was a very desirable man. Handsome as red-hot sin. Kind as the Pope. Able as anyone she’d ever seen.

“Had,” he corrected.

Carmen’s heart stuttered and she rubbed at the ache. “I’m sor—”

He stopped her with the smallest shake of his head. He didn’t want her sympathy. Tough. He had it all the same. Though she’d had nightmares about it daily for the last few weeks, she couldn’t fathom loosing Sophia, much less a family. She wondered what happened to them, but wouldn’t ask. It explained the hint of sadness she’d seen in his eye the moment he’d turned on her in the office.

“About earlier. I didn’t mean to rip your head off and eat it for dinner.”

“No?” he asked, with a shifty brow and the barest hint of a smile.

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Megan was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and began working for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens heart pounding romantic thriller novels and window steaming erotic romance.