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The G-Man Series
Diamond Girl
G-Man Book One
Thirty-five year old Samantha Dennison sends her only child off to college and finds herself generally feeling F-R-U-M-P-Y and lost. Her loveless marriage to 'the mannequin' has become intolerable; her daughter and best friend have both advised 'Sammie' to get a life of her own. Her husband has his own agenda which does not include her.
Sammie finally heeds their advice and takes pole-dancing lessons to get into shape and develop self-esteem, but it serves to do much more than that! The thrill of the dance and sexuality she discovers within herself is a potent mixture. She gets a part-time job as a dancer in an Indianapolis Gentleman's Club called Jewels. She becomes the dancer known as 'Diamond' and very quickly catches the attention of a 'bad-boy' biker named 'Slate.'
Slate is the ultimate 'alpha' male; however there's a problem: he simply wants it to be about exclusive sex; Sammie wants and needs more from Slate. Sammie's certain she's embarked on a dangerous relationship with the hot biker and 'prospect' member of the notorious Outlaw Motorcycle Club. She soon finds out she's totally out of her league with Slate and the dangerous people he associates with in Indianapolis. Something big is brewing in Indy; and it's not about race cars!
'Diamond Girl' will keep the reader on the edge of their seat from beginning to end; this book has it all: passion, erotica, romance, danger and possibly more... much more.
Sammie finally heeds their advice and takes pole-dancing lessons to get into shape and develop self-esteem, but it serves to do much more than that! The thrill of the dance and sexuality she discovers within herself is a potent mixture. She gets a part-time job as a dancer in an Indianapolis Gentleman's Club called Jewels. She becomes the dancer known as 'Diamond' and very quickly catches the attention of a 'bad-boy' biker named 'Slate.'
Slate is the ultimate 'alpha' male; however there's a problem: he simply wants it to be about exclusive sex; Sammie wants and needs more from Slate. Sammie's certain she's embarked on a dangerous relationship with the hot biker and 'prospect' member of the notorious Outlaw Motorcycle Club. She soon finds out she's totally out of her league with Slate and the dangerous people he associates with in Indianapolis. Something big is brewing in Indy; and it's not about race cars!
'Diamond Girl' will keep the reader on the edge of their seat from beginning to end; this book has it all: passion, erotica, romance, danger and possibly more... much more.
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I turned to see who had come up to the table. I gazed up into the very intense blue eyes of one of the bikers. He was tall and muscular; his thick, dark hair hit the collar of his leather jacket. His face was rugged, yet young. He was gorgeous. I pulled it back to my side; instantly aware of those magnificent blue eyes on me, taking a long, leisurely look as if he was checking for damage. I felt my face flush. I quickly looked up into those smoldering blue eyes and saw his mouth twitch into a slow smile. (God he was hot!) “Any time, Diamond,” he replied, giving me a sexy smile. He turned going back to his group. I watched as he sauntered away, totally mesmerized by his powerful presence. That was the only way that I could describe it. There was a sense of power he exuded; and it was sexy; damn sexy. - Diamond Girl, Andrea Smith
Love Plus One
G-Man Book Two
A year ago 19-year-old Lindsey Dennison's life took an abrupt turn. While away at Cornell for her freshman year at college, her parents' marriage imploded. Lindsey learned the harsh truth about her father, and his involvement in criminal activity. He'd slipped out of the country with his lover on the eve of his arrest, deserting his only child. Lindsey was left trying to pick up the pieces of the life she now realized had been a house of secrets and lies for all of those years.
After her mother's second marriage relocates her from Indianapolis to Washington, D.C., Lindsey decides to start fresh at a new college closer to where her mother, step-father and baby brother Bryce are now living. Life is different now for Lindsey, but it's about to change even more. Trace "Taz" Matthews, an FBI agent is about to rock her world in more ways than one. Taz is a confirmed man-whore but Lindsey has a problem she's certain he can fix . . . but will he?
Despite their best efforts, Lindsey and Taz are tossed together by fate on more than one occasion, and this G-Man doesn't appreciate the distraction. Issues at home with her mother suddenly cause Lindsey's life to become increasingly complicated. There's a budding romance on the horizon for Lindsey with a wealthy and attractive guy she meets at school; but things are never quite as they seem. Lindsey will learn a brutal lesson about trust, compassion and strength. Taz will learn lessons about love, intimacy and honor, and that sometimes doing the right thing has consequences.
After her mother's second marriage relocates her from Indianapolis to Washington, D.C., Lindsey decides to start fresh at a new college closer to where her mother, step-father and baby brother Bryce are now living. Life is different now for Lindsey, but it's about to change even more. Trace "Taz" Matthews, an FBI agent is about to rock her world in more ways than one. Taz is a confirmed man-whore but Lindsey has a problem she's certain he can fix . . . but will he?
Despite their best efforts, Lindsey and Taz are tossed together by fate on more than one occasion, and this G-Man doesn't appreciate the distraction. Issues at home with her mother suddenly cause Lindsey's life to become increasingly complicated. There's a budding romance on the horizon for Lindsey with a wealthy and attractive guy she meets at school; but things are never quite as they seem. Lindsey will learn a brutal lesson about trust, compassion and strength. Taz will learn lessons about love, intimacy and honor, and that sometimes doing the right thing has consequences.
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Excerpt: Love Plus One
G-Man Book Two
Chapter 19
I hollered out to Slate around 10:30 p.m. that I was going out with Darcy for a while. He responded with the obligatory, “Okay, be careful.”
I'd hurried out the door before he had a chance to see what I was wearing. I'd taken a luxurious bubble bath after making the arrangements with Taz. I'd then invaded mom’s spare closet upstairs that held all of the clothes she'd moved from Indy that were either mine or hers. We hadn’t gone through them yet.
I was delighted when I found what I was looking for. It was a dark maroon and navy plaid skirt with pleats in the front. I'd purchased it a couple of years ago when Daddy had taken me to Chicago on one of his trips.
I pulled the dark maroon pullover sweater out of the closet that went with it. I dug through
the box marked “Misc Lindsey’s Room” on the floor of the closet. I dug through the box finding all sorts of tee shirts, socks.
I even found Robespierre, my cherished stuffed poodle that Daddy had brought home for
me from Paris. He'd been there on business for a couple of weeks when I was nine or ten years old.
I'd slept with that stuffed animal from the time he gave it to me until I went off to college.
I cuddled it to me thinking it was the closest bond I had with my father these days. I left it out. It belonged on my bed back at the apartment.
I continued rooting through the box and finally located the pair of maroon tights I'd worn
with the ensemble. Perfect. I took the tights along with Robespierre back to my room. I dressed in the outfit, making sure that I put sexy underwear on underneath. I put a pair of
short, black leather boots on with it.
I'd been letting my hair grow out. It still had a ton of layers so I gathered the hair at the
crown which was now long enough to pull up into a little ponytail sprout. I brushed a thin layer of bangs down on my forehead.
I'd applied some eye make-up and blush. I looked wholesome. I looked like some parochial
school girl up to no good which was kind of close to the truth given my lack of experience.
I drove the twenty minutes to Taz’s place, feeling excited and anxious at the same time.
I was curious as to what our second lesson would entail. At any rate, I was sure it would be pure pleasure.
I reached his porch. He'd left the porch light on for me. I pressed his doorbell and in a
matter of seconds he opened the door. His eyes immediately perused the whole length of me and I could see he was a bit puzzled by my appearance.
“I’m here for my lesson, Professor Matthews.”
He totally got it then. He knew I was role-playing and a slow grin spread across his face. I
knew he was in to it.
He opened the door for me. “Come in, Ms. Dennison,” he replied. “Right on time. I like
that.”
He helped me off with my jacket, tossing it over on the sofa.
“May I offer you some refreshments before our lesson begins?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to a glass of wine, Professor.”
“Have a seat,” he gestured. “I’ll be right back.”
I took a seat on his sofa, crossing my legs and pulling my skirt down as much as I could with
its short length to ensure I was prim and proper. I clasped my hands in my lap. He returned momentarily with two glasses of wine. I accepted the glass he offered, murmuring my thanks. He took a seat next to me. He raised his glass of wine up, tapping mine.
“Here’s to continuing education,” he said softly, giving me a dazzling, sexy smile.
“Cheers,” I replied.
We both sipped our wine in silence. His arm had moved over to rest against my shoulder,
pulling me closer to him. It felt so good to have Taz wrapped around me.
I leaned in against him loving the warmth of the wine and the headiness of being close. He
gently took my glass from me, setting it on the coffee table. He was silent as he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom.
He'd lit the aromatherapy candles. The musky scent of them permeated the room. The soft
music was sensual as was everything else he'd arranged.
He pulled me to him and lowered his mouth to my lips, his tongue tracing the top and bottom, then parting them to allow his tongue to explore. I melted into him, my tongue now dancing with his in perfect rhythm.
“Umm,” I said, “It’s a good thing we both had garlic this evening."
Taz pulled back and laughed. “I was thinking the very same thing. I gargled like three times.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “Let’s proceed with my lesson, Professor.”
“Of course, Ms. Dennison. First we need some erotic visuals. I need something to make my
cock stand on end. I want you to undress for me, but I want you to take your time in doing so. Any questions?”
“I understand,” I replied, kicking my boots off first.
Taz reclined on his elbows lying across his bed watching me. He was wearing a pair of grey
drawstring sweats and a wife beater tee. His muscles were bulging as his weight was supported by his arms. It was hot.
My fingers lifted the bottom of the sweater, pulling it slowly up and over my head. I let it
drop to the floor. I then unzipped the side zipper of my skirt, and shimmied it down over my hips were it fell into a heap on my feet. I stepped out of it, kicking it aside.
I hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my tights and lowered them down, praying
my thong wouldn’t go with them and kill the erotic mood. It didn’t. I stepped out of my tights now standing before him in my black lacy push-up bra, and matching thong.
“More?” I questioned.
“Take your bra off first,” he instructed.
It was a front closure so I unhooked the clasp, shrugging free of it.
“Very nice,” he said softly. “Now I want you to take your hands and very slowly, very gently,
I want you to massage your breasts. I want you to bring your nipples to erection without touching them. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied.
I cupped my breasts with my hands, moving them slowly around underneath, allowing my
thumbs to massage each side in a circular motion. My fingers then massaged the front parts, beneath the nipples firmly and methodically. My nipples grew taught and erect.
“Very good,” he said. “Now you may touch and play with your nipples.”
I did as instructed, noting the very nice tingling sensation my own fingers were causing. I
rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drawing it out.
Taz had one leg bent on the bed, his forearm resting on his knee. His other leg was stretched
out. I could see the stiff erection he had going.
“I want you to lower your panties down and off,” he instructed huskily.
Once again, I did as I was told, stepping out of them, standing totally naked to his
smoldering gaze.
“Put your fingers in your mouth and get them nice and wet.” I complied.
“Now, take your fingers and spread the lips of your pussy apart. That’s right,” he said,
watching me closely. “Ply the folds with your fingers and lightly rub the hood over your clitoris.” I did as he said; feeling little sparks of pleasure unfold.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I answered truthfully.
“That’s a good girl,” he soothed.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing with your right hand, Ms. Dennison, but with your left hand,
I want you to put your thumb in your bellybutton."
Huh? Is he serious?
I hesitated, hoping like hell this wasn’t some sort of joke he was playing.
“Trust me,” he said, sensing my reluctance. “I want to show you something.”
I placed my left thumb in my bellybutton.
Now what?
“Take you index finger on that same hand, and where the fingertip lands, I want you to press
in, not with the fingernail, but with the pad on the tip of your finger every quarter inch or so above your pubic area. It might take several attempts, but keeping pressing that area until you press a spot that makes you feel like you have to pee.”
I did as he bade, pressing the pad of my finger in several areas back and forth above my
pubic area. I finally put a bit more pressure into the push and on the third spot I pressed, bingo!
“Right here,” I said, my eyes widening.
“That's your G-Spot, Ms. Dennison.”
I was thrilled to know that I had one, though I suspected those times Taz had touched this
very area inside, first with his finger, and then with his cock was all of the verification I needed.
“Now,” he continued, “I want you to insert the finger of your right hand, while pressing on
the outside with your left finger so that you can see what it feels like internally yourself.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “You need to know how to please yourself first and foremost. Rather
than standing, it's much easier if you come over here and take a position on the bed.”
I walked over and climbed in bed beside him.
Taz lost his sweats and tee shirt in two seconds flat. He stretched out on his side right next
to me. I was lying on my back. He leaned over and brought my legs up so my knees were bent.
“I think this is probably the best position. Let me help getting you lubricated if you have no
objections.”
I smiled up at him.
“No objection whatsoever,” I said.
He leaned down and his mouth was immediately on the lips of my pussy. He softly kissed
the area with his lips; his tongue gently traced the folds and swirled around my clitoris.
Oh my God!
His mouth and tongue expertly worked my pussy inside and out, just as he'd done that first
time. I felt my hips move provocatively in response to what he was doing. I just wanted him to do me: his mouth, his cock, I cared not which, but I wanted it to be him, not me. Taz, I mean Professor Matthews, had other plans.
“There,” he said, “I think you're well on your way. I want you to do as I instructed and bring
yourself to orgasm while I watch.”
He sat back on his haunches, his humungous hard-on just within reach. How was he able
to stop like that? I resumed my finger pressing of the external G-Spot area while inserting my index finger inside. I didn’t like the way it felt in there.
Yuck!
I had no issues whatsoever with masturbating my clitoris to climax, but going up inside all of
that didn't appeal to me. It reminded me of searching inside the cavity of a thawed Butterball turkey, groping around for that freaking bag that contains the neck and gizzards, which invariably was at the ass end of the turkey.
I looked at Taz with my best ‘Do I have to?’ look.
Professor Matthews wasn’t giving me an inch; or should I say at least eight of them at the
moment.
“You’re going to need two fingers,” he advised flatly.
I grudgingly inserted my middle finger to join my forefinger in this elusive search.
“Relax,” he ordered softly. “Keep pressing on the outside intermittently while the two
fingers inside make a motion like this.”
He held two fingers up and made the ‘come here’ motion. I knew that was it! That’s why I'd
coined it his “come hither” move.
I did as instructed, relaxing back and watching him. The fact that he was totally turned on by
this started turning me on. I relaxed even more and let my fingers do the walking.
It was no longer grossing me out. My body was responding to my own touch. I was starting
to feel pleasure seep in around my fingers. The G-spot was now evident to me from the inside. It was a small raised area. It felt like it had tiny ridges.
Wow!
I continued my “come hither” move while now firmly pressing my fingers in a circular
motion on the same area outside. This was feeling freaking great as my tongue traced my lower lip.My hips were now moving in a circular motion with my hands. I moaned softly.
“That’s it, baby,” Taz said. I looked over at him beneath my lashes.
His hand was firmly braced around his erection, moving up and down on it, matching my
own rhythm. I knew that I was ready. I wasn’t sure about him. I increased the tempo of my fingers, and now writhed in pleasure as my orgasm peaked.
I moaned loudly, as I felt my insides pulsate with the release. The warm, clear, liquid spilled
out of me onto my hand as I shook with the spasms of my self-induced climax.
I immediately sat up, pushing Taz back. I was going to bring his orgasm to me. I knelt beside
him, pushing his hand away as I lowered my mouth to his very large, much engorged cock. I was determined I wasn’t going to do this wrong.
I looked up at his face.
“Trace the length of it with your tongue, baby.”
I did as instructed, allowing my fingers to ply the skin of his scrotum very gently.
“Umm, that’s good,” he said, “Now swirl around it like you would an ice cream cone.”
I did as instructed.
Soon, I didn’t need instructions any longer. I could tell by Taz’s body language and dirty
language what he liked. I spread his legs apart, crawling between them facing him. His one arm was crooked underneath his head so that he could watch. I continued tongue swirling and licking the length of his cock.
“I want you to take it all now,” he said.
My hands guided his erection into my mouth, gently pulling it in and out while my fingers
massaged it. I went up and down on it, allowing my teeth to gently scrape against it from time to time.
“Oh God, baby,” he rasped. “You better stop. Finish me with your hands.”
There was no way. I wanted to taste him. I continued on, ignoring his words. I felt the
throbbing first. I continued with what I was doing and then it stilled. Seconds later I felt my mouth filled with the warm, salty cum. I swallowed and swallowed until there was no more.
Taz’s hands were in my hair, twisting it as he moaned with the release. He pulled me by the
shoulders up on top of him. We kissed like savages. It was surreal.
I lay there on top of him perfectly content. His hands were on my back. His fingers were
gently tracing a circular pattern on my skin. I finally perched my head on my hand looking into his now very green eyes.
“Well, Professor, how did I do?”
“Excellent performance, Ms. Dennison. Would you care to stick around for some extra
credit?”
I hollered out to Slate around 10:30 p.m. that I was going out with Darcy for a while. He responded with the obligatory, “Okay, be careful.”
I'd hurried out the door before he had a chance to see what I was wearing. I'd taken a luxurious bubble bath after making the arrangements with Taz. I'd then invaded mom’s spare closet upstairs that held all of the clothes she'd moved from Indy that were either mine or hers. We hadn’t gone through them yet.
I was delighted when I found what I was looking for. It was a dark maroon and navy plaid skirt with pleats in the front. I'd purchased it a couple of years ago when Daddy had taken me to Chicago on one of his trips.
I pulled the dark maroon pullover sweater out of the closet that went with it. I dug through
the box marked “Misc Lindsey’s Room” on the floor of the closet. I dug through the box finding all sorts of tee shirts, socks.
I even found Robespierre, my cherished stuffed poodle that Daddy had brought home for
me from Paris. He'd been there on business for a couple of weeks when I was nine or ten years old.
I'd slept with that stuffed animal from the time he gave it to me until I went off to college.
I cuddled it to me thinking it was the closest bond I had with my father these days. I left it out. It belonged on my bed back at the apartment.
I continued rooting through the box and finally located the pair of maroon tights I'd worn
with the ensemble. Perfect. I took the tights along with Robespierre back to my room. I dressed in the outfit, making sure that I put sexy underwear on underneath. I put a pair of
short, black leather boots on with it.
I'd been letting my hair grow out. It still had a ton of layers so I gathered the hair at the
crown which was now long enough to pull up into a little ponytail sprout. I brushed a thin layer of bangs down on my forehead.
I'd applied some eye make-up and blush. I looked wholesome. I looked like some parochial
school girl up to no good which was kind of close to the truth given my lack of experience.
I drove the twenty minutes to Taz’s place, feeling excited and anxious at the same time.
I was curious as to what our second lesson would entail. At any rate, I was sure it would be pure pleasure.
I reached his porch. He'd left the porch light on for me. I pressed his doorbell and in a
matter of seconds he opened the door. His eyes immediately perused the whole length of me and I could see he was a bit puzzled by my appearance.
“I’m here for my lesson, Professor Matthews.”
He totally got it then. He knew I was role-playing and a slow grin spread across his face. I
knew he was in to it.
He opened the door for me. “Come in, Ms. Dennison,” he replied. “Right on time. I like
that.”
He helped me off with my jacket, tossing it over on the sofa.
“May I offer you some refreshments before our lesson begins?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to a glass of wine, Professor.”
“Have a seat,” he gestured. “I’ll be right back.”
I took a seat on his sofa, crossing my legs and pulling my skirt down as much as I could with
its short length to ensure I was prim and proper. I clasped my hands in my lap. He returned momentarily with two glasses of wine. I accepted the glass he offered, murmuring my thanks. He took a seat next to me. He raised his glass of wine up, tapping mine.
“Here’s to continuing education,” he said softly, giving me a dazzling, sexy smile.
“Cheers,” I replied.
We both sipped our wine in silence. His arm had moved over to rest against my shoulder,
pulling me closer to him. It felt so good to have Taz wrapped around me.
I leaned in against him loving the warmth of the wine and the headiness of being close. He
gently took my glass from me, setting it on the coffee table. He was silent as he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom.
He'd lit the aromatherapy candles. The musky scent of them permeated the room. The soft
music was sensual as was everything else he'd arranged.
He pulled me to him and lowered his mouth to my lips, his tongue tracing the top and bottom, then parting them to allow his tongue to explore. I melted into him, my tongue now dancing with his in perfect rhythm.
“Umm,” I said, “It’s a good thing we both had garlic this evening."
Taz pulled back and laughed. “I was thinking the very same thing. I gargled like three times.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “Let’s proceed with my lesson, Professor.”
“Of course, Ms. Dennison. First we need some erotic visuals. I need something to make my
cock stand on end. I want you to undress for me, but I want you to take your time in doing so. Any questions?”
“I understand,” I replied, kicking my boots off first.
Taz reclined on his elbows lying across his bed watching me. He was wearing a pair of grey
drawstring sweats and a wife beater tee. His muscles were bulging as his weight was supported by his arms. It was hot.
My fingers lifted the bottom of the sweater, pulling it slowly up and over my head. I let it
drop to the floor. I then unzipped the side zipper of my skirt, and shimmied it down over my hips were it fell into a heap on my feet. I stepped out of it, kicking it aside.
I hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my tights and lowered them down, praying
my thong wouldn’t go with them and kill the erotic mood. It didn’t. I stepped out of my tights now standing before him in my black lacy push-up bra, and matching thong.
“More?” I questioned.
“Take your bra off first,” he instructed.
It was a front closure so I unhooked the clasp, shrugging free of it.
“Very nice,” he said softly. “Now I want you to take your hands and very slowly, very gently,
I want you to massage your breasts. I want you to bring your nipples to erection without touching them. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I replied.
I cupped my breasts with my hands, moving them slowly around underneath, allowing my
thumbs to massage each side in a circular motion. My fingers then massaged the front parts, beneath the nipples firmly and methodically. My nipples grew taught and erect.
“Very good,” he said. “Now you may touch and play with your nipples.”
I did as instructed, noting the very nice tingling sensation my own fingers were causing. I
rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, drawing it out.
Taz had one leg bent on the bed, his forearm resting on his knee. His other leg was stretched
out. I could see the stiff erection he had going.
“I want you to lower your panties down and off,” he instructed huskily.
Once again, I did as I was told, stepping out of them, standing totally naked to his
smoldering gaze.
“Put your fingers in your mouth and get them nice and wet.” I complied.
“Now, take your fingers and spread the lips of your pussy apart. That’s right,” he said,
watching me closely. “Ply the folds with your fingers and lightly rub the hood over your clitoris.” I did as he said; feeling little sparks of pleasure unfold.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I answered truthfully.
“That’s a good girl,” he soothed.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing with your right hand, Ms. Dennison, but with your left hand,
I want you to put your thumb in your bellybutton."
Huh? Is he serious?
I hesitated, hoping like hell this wasn’t some sort of joke he was playing.
“Trust me,” he said, sensing my reluctance. “I want to show you something.”
I placed my left thumb in my bellybutton.
Now what?
“Take you index finger on that same hand, and where the fingertip lands, I want you to press
in, not with the fingernail, but with the pad on the tip of your finger every quarter inch or so above your pubic area. It might take several attempts, but keeping pressing that area until you press a spot that makes you feel like you have to pee.”
I did as he bade, pressing the pad of my finger in several areas back and forth above my
pubic area. I finally put a bit more pressure into the push and on the third spot I pressed, bingo!
“Right here,” I said, my eyes widening.
“That's your G-Spot, Ms. Dennison.”
I was thrilled to know that I had one, though I suspected those times Taz had touched this
very area inside, first with his finger, and then with his cock was all of the verification I needed.
“Now,” he continued, “I want you to insert the finger of your right hand, while pressing on
the outside with your left finger so that you can see what it feels like internally yourself.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “You need to know how to please yourself first and foremost. Rather
than standing, it's much easier if you come over here and take a position on the bed.”
I walked over and climbed in bed beside him.
Taz lost his sweats and tee shirt in two seconds flat. He stretched out on his side right next
to me. I was lying on my back. He leaned over and brought my legs up so my knees were bent.
“I think this is probably the best position. Let me help getting you lubricated if you have no
objections.”
I smiled up at him.
“No objection whatsoever,” I said.
He leaned down and his mouth was immediately on the lips of my pussy. He softly kissed
the area with his lips; his tongue gently traced the folds and swirled around my clitoris.
Oh my God!
His mouth and tongue expertly worked my pussy inside and out, just as he'd done that first
time. I felt my hips move provocatively in response to what he was doing. I just wanted him to do me: his mouth, his cock, I cared not which, but I wanted it to be him, not me. Taz, I mean Professor Matthews, had other plans.
“There,” he said, “I think you're well on your way. I want you to do as I instructed and bring
yourself to orgasm while I watch.”
He sat back on his haunches, his humungous hard-on just within reach. How was he able
to stop like that? I resumed my finger pressing of the external G-Spot area while inserting my index finger inside. I didn’t like the way it felt in there.
Yuck!
I had no issues whatsoever with masturbating my clitoris to climax, but going up inside all of
that didn't appeal to me. It reminded me of searching inside the cavity of a thawed Butterball turkey, groping around for that freaking bag that contains the neck and gizzards, which invariably was at the ass end of the turkey.
I looked at Taz with my best ‘Do I have to?’ look.
Professor Matthews wasn’t giving me an inch; or should I say at least eight of them at the
moment.
“You’re going to need two fingers,” he advised flatly.
I grudgingly inserted my middle finger to join my forefinger in this elusive search.
“Relax,” he ordered softly. “Keep pressing on the outside intermittently while the two
fingers inside make a motion like this.”
He held two fingers up and made the ‘come here’ motion. I knew that was it! That’s why I'd
coined it his “come hither” move.
I did as instructed, relaxing back and watching him. The fact that he was totally turned on by
this started turning me on. I relaxed even more and let my fingers do the walking.
It was no longer grossing me out. My body was responding to my own touch. I was starting
to feel pleasure seep in around my fingers. The G-spot was now evident to me from the inside. It was a small raised area. It felt like it had tiny ridges.
Wow!
I continued my “come hither” move while now firmly pressing my fingers in a circular
motion on the same area outside. This was feeling freaking great as my tongue traced my lower lip.My hips were now moving in a circular motion with my hands. I moaned softly.
“That’s it, baby,” Taz said. I looked over at him beneath my lashes.
His hand was firmly braced around his erection, moving up and down on it, matching my
own rhythm. I knew that I was ready. I wasn’t sure about him. I increased the tempo of my fingers, and now writhed in pleasure as my orgasm peaked.
I moaned loudly, as I felt my insides pulsate with the release. The warm, clear, liquid spilled
out of me onto my hand as I shook with the spasms of my self-induced climax.
I immediately sat up, pushing Taz back. I was going to bring his orgasm to me. I knelt beside
him, pushing his hand away as I lowered my mouth to his very large, much engorged cock. I was determined I wasn’t going to do this wrong.
I looked up at his face.
“Trace the length of it with your tongue, baby.”
I did as instructed, allowing my fingers to ply the skin of his scrotum very gently.
“Umm, that’s good,” he said, “Now swirl around it like you would an ice cream cone.”
I did as instructed.
Soon, I didn’t need instructions any longer. I could tell by Taz’s body language and dirty
language what he liked. I spread his legs apart, crawling between them facing him. His one arm was crooked underneath his head so that he could watch. I continued tongue swirling and licking the length of his cock.
“I want you to take it all now,” he said.
My hands guided his erection into my mouth, gently pulling it in and out while my fingers
massaged it. I went up and down on it, allowing my teeth to gently scrape against it from time to time.
“Oh God, baby,” he rasped. “You better stop. Finish me with your hands.”
There was no way. I wanted to taste him. I continued on, ignoring his words. I felt the
throbbing first. I continued with what I was doing and then it stilled. Seconds later I felt my mouth filled with the warm, salty cum. I swallowed and swallowed until there was no more.
Taz’s hands were in my hair, twisting it as he moaned with the release. He pulled me by the
shoulders up on top of him. We kissed like savages. It was surreal.
I lay there on top of him perfectly content. His hands were on my back. His fingers were
gently tracing a circular pattern on my skin. I finally perched my head on my hand looking into his now very green eyes.
“Well, Professor, how did I do?”
“Excellent performance, Ms. Dennison. Would you care to stick around for some extra
credit?”
Night Moves
G-Man Book Three
There's a new Alpha in town . . . and he's a Brit!
Darcy Nicole Sheridan, is 22 years-old, beautiful, single, spirited, sexy and - spoiled. She knows that about herself. Raised by wealthy (and doting) parents as an only child, Darcy pretty much coasts through life until her heart is inexplicably broken by her G-Man, Darin. Darcy doesn't handle rejection well; she isn't used to it.
To ease the pain, Darcy flies to Belize over the Christmas holiday fully intending to wallow in self-pity and distance herself from D.C. and the pain that originated there. Her pity party is short-lived however, after observing a very handsome, very intriguing man on the beach with a beautiful blonde. The blond gets ditched and it's Darcy that becomes the focus of the smokin' hot, wealthy and somewhat mysterious 'E.J.'
Some very interesting things happen in Belize, but it doesn't end there. Once back in D.C., there are even more surprises in store for Darcy, including a new male roommate, her best friend Lindsey's wedding, and a surprise encounter with "E.J." that leaves Darcy confused in more ways than one! Shortly thereafter, surprising changes are in store for Darcy's career, love life and even a repentant Darin shows up in the mix.
Readers will get a bonus glimpse of Taz and Lindsey's HEA and perhaps even see some loose ends tied up with respect to the Rat Bastard!
As always, this latest release of the "G-Man Series" will keep you on the edge of your seat through the laughter, tears, angst, drama and mystery. Easton is sure to be a favorite 'G-Man' of many in this newest release of the series! He's an alpha like no other . . .
Darcy Nicole Sheridan, is 22 years-old, beautiful, single, spirited, sexy and - spoiled. She knows that about herself. Raised by wealthy (and doting) parents as an only child, Darcy pretty much coasts through life until her heart is inexplicably broken by her G-Man, Darin. Darcy doesn't handle rejection well; she isn't used to it.
To ease the pain, Darcy flies to Belize over the Christmas holiday fully intending to wallow in self-pity and distance herself from D.C. and the pain that originated there. Her pity party is short-lived however, after observing a very handsome, very intriguing man on the beach with a beautiful blonde. The blond gets ditched and it's Darcy that becomes the focus of the smokin' hot, wealthy and somewhat mysterious 'E.J.'
Some very interesting things happen in Belize, but it doesn't end there. Once back in D.C., there are even more surprises in store for Darcy, including a new male roommate, her best friend Lindsey's wedding, and a surprise encounter with "E.J." that leaves Darcy confused in more ways than one! Shortly thereafter, surprising changes are in store for Darcy's career, love life and even a repentant Darin shows up in the mix.
Readers will get a bonus glimpse of Taz and Lindsey's HEA and perhaps even see some loose ends tied up with respect to the Rat Bastard!
As always, this latest release of the "G-Man Series" will keep you on the edge of your seat through the laughter, tears, angst, drama and mystery. Easton is sure to be a favorite 'G-Man' of many in this newest release of the series! He's an alpha like no other . . .
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“Baby,” he said on a rough whisper, "I want to fuck you in the worst way possible. What I don't want is to be some revenge fuck of yours in order to get back at your cheating boyfriend who you'll most likely get back with before you land in D.C. I'm not that guy, babe. When I fuck you there will be no doubt in your mind as to who you're with and why you're with me, understand?” - Night Moves, Andrea Smith
Holiday Wrap
G-Man Book 3.5
Spend the holidays with the G-Men, their women and extended family as they cruise the Caribbean in first class accommodations compliments of Easton Matthews!
This novella takes place 14 months after the conclusion of "Night Moves." Darcy was promised a lavish ball to celebrate her elopement with Easton Matthews once she felt up to it. Darcy has decided she would much prefer a 12-day cruise on the Caribbean, with friends and family as their guests. Even the best-laid plans can go awry when you have the G-Men and their women aboard "The Lust Boat!"
This book playfully wraps up the G-Man Series, with the usual unpredictable circumstances, along with misunderstandings, love and lots of humor! You will read chapters from each character's point of view, and learn a few things about some of the characters you didn’t know.
There will be a surprise visit from someone you would least expect to drop by during this holiday vacay.
Along with that, there are bonus chapters at the end that will satisfy readers of the previous book as to what happened right after that horrific incident in New York City with Sammie and Slate, and Lindsey and Taz. As a reader, you will be a voyeur into their private and intimate moments right after the shooting in Mullaly Park.
As a special bonus, a never seen, never-meant-to-be-seen 'secret' chapter from "Love Plus One" will be included for entertainment (and shock) purposes only
This novella takes place 14 months after the conclusion of "Night Moves." Darcy was promised a lavish ball to celebrate her elopement with Easton Matthews once she felt up to it. Darcy has decided she would much prefer a 12-day cruise on the Caribbean, with friends and family as their guests. Even the best-laid plans can go awry when you have the G-Men and their women aboard "The Lust Boat!"
This book playfully wraps up the G-Man Series, with the usual unpredictable circumstances, along with misunderstandings, love and lots of humor! You will read chapters from each character's point of view, and learn a few things about some of the characters you didn’t know.
There will be a surprise visit from someone you would least expect to drop by during this holiday vacay.
Along with that, there are bonus chapters at the end that will satisfy readers of the previous book as to what happened right after that horrific incident in New York City with Sammie and Slate, and Lindsey and Taz. As a reader, you will be a voyeur into their private and intimate moments right after the shooting in Mullaly Park.
As a special bonus, a never seen, never-meant-to-be-seen 'secret' chapter from "Love Plus One" will be included for entertainment (and shock) purposes only
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I’d never seen Darcy so excited. She’d been walking around with this contagious smile for weeks, her eyes lighting up brighter than Christmas lights. Her shopping had been of epic proportions - which says a lot because my wife could shop. Then there had been the constant phone conversations back and forth between her and Eli about what constituted a 'must have' wardrobe for the cruise, both of them making lists on what to pack for any possible event. She had then phoned Ronnie and Lindsey to make sure they were clued in to save them the embarrassment of a 'fashion faux pas' was how she had explained it to me. - Holiday Wrap, Andrea Smith
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