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MEET THE BAUMGARTNERS
Carrie swore off men after a relationship-gone-bad in her freshman year of college and is perfectly happy with her roommate and lover, Maureen, until she discovers Steve Baumgartner ("Call me 'Doc,' everybody does") in a very compromising—and decidedly sexy—position. Meeting Doc complicates things, but when Maureen's very-religious boyfriend becomes a real threat and the gang goes to Key West for summer break, Carrie finds herself swept away by circumstance into a whirlwind of lust and sexual discovery.
A BAUMGARTNER CHRISTMAS
In spite of a brief experimentation early in their relationship, Doc and Carrie Baumgartner have since maintained a monogamous marriage without too much difficulty or even temptation—until now. A move far from home, coupled with new friends and long hours away from each other in classes or at work, have left the young Baumgartner couple on shaky ground. Doc believes bringing in someone “new” like they did early in their relationship might add just the spice their marriage needs, but Carrie isn’t so sure about that plan. Doc has a surprise Christmas present for his wife anyway—but in an ironic twist, he discovers she has one for his as well, and each gift allows the Baumgartners to rediscover, in the true spirit of Christmas, an expansive love that includes not only their feelings for each other, but their ability to share that inclusive passion with others as well.
Carrie told the pharmacist at Rite-Aid that it was for her grandmother. She even said it with a straight face. Poor grandma, she was getting on in years and really couldn’t get around well anymore and needed one of those medical seats for the shower.
Carrie didn’t have a grandmother.
Or a mother or a father for that matter, at least any that she knew.
What she did have was a very sexually adventurous husband and a tiny little apartment shower and a definite aversion to getting a closed head injury due to any of the above. She’d had one close call already—they’d had to replace the shower rod, and thankfully her husband had caught her before she cracked her head open—but she didn’t want a repeat performance.
Doc laughed when he saw it and called it “cute”—but he wasn’t laughing when she got on her knees on the stool and tilted up her ass as an offering, already soapy and wet and ready for him.
“Jesus!” he murmured, running his hands over the curve of her behind. She arched up to meet him, practically purring at his touch. His cock was like a brand against her thigh, instantly hard.
“You like my cute little stool now, don’t you?” she teased, swinging her ass slowly back and forth, a tease.
“I like your hot little ass.” He clamped both hands on it, spreading her cheeks, and she looked back to see that dark, wolfish look in his eyes he got when he was on the edge of losing control. She loved that look and knew what it meant.
“This ass?” She tightened her muscles, winking her asshole at him, hearing that low growl building in his throat. She barely had time to breathe before he was inside of her, plunging deep into her pussy, no buildup or foreplay, just a straight shot, as far and as deep as he could go.
Carrie yelped and clawed at the wall tile, bracing herself against the onslaught. She’d never been more grateful for a piece of furniture in her life, clinging to the edges of the stool, her knuckles white.
“Oh god, that’s so good,” he panted, grabbing her hips and driving in deeper.
“Such a tight little pussy. But I know you’ve got something even tighter for me, don’t you, baby?”
She moaned as he circled her asshole with one finger, his cock slowing inside of her as if changing its mind all on its own about which orifice it wanted to fuck.
“No, no,” she whispered, knowing it was no use, giving only lip service to her denial. Her body knew what it wanted. The press of his finger was insistent, the soap and water mixed making her crack slippery enough for him to slip his first digit inside of her with relative ease.
“Did you really think you could get up here on display and not expect me to take your ass?” He finger-fucked her nice and slow, making her thighs tremble.
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Selena Kitt is a TOP 15 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotic romance and erotica fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com