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The screen shook as he propelled her behind it. He held her face between her hands and kissed her. Emma could feel her resolve slipping away as his tongue entered her mouth and her own responded. He tasted divine, an ardent, experienced, passionate lover. He lifted her T-shirt and caressed her breasts through the lacy bra, and all the time her scruples were weakening...


Emma Fielding is a famous diva, mid-twenties, beautiful and at the height ...

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Let's Misbehave

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The screen shook as he propelled her behind it. He held her face between her hands and kissed her. Emma could feel her resolve slipping away as his tongue entered her mouth and her own responded. He tasted divine, an ardent, experienced, passionate lover. He lifted her T-shirt and caressed her breasts through the lacy bra, and all the time her scruples were weakening...


Emma Fielding is a famous diva, mid-twenties, beautiful and at the height of her career, but love-starved. When in New York for a performance, her aide, Marian, suggests that they visit Craven House, where women executives go to find relief among the handsome men provided there. This changes Emma's life and enhances her performances on stage and she attracts the attention of the tenor and baritone, and also her publicist, but none excite her like Declan who she met at the male brothel.


He follows her when she returns to England, saying he wants to become an actor. Her new leading man, a famous tenor, also wants her, and she is torn between several men, emboldened by her experiences in Craven House.


Her affairs with these men tell her story, along with her increasing success on television and stage, but will she eventually find happiness with the man of her dreams...?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781780803715
  • Publisher: Chimera eBooks Ltd
  • Publication date: 10/4/2013
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 149
  • Sales rank: 855,160
  • File size: 227 KB

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She walked over to the fire and stared down into the flames, poured herself a glass of wine and picked at the stuffed green olives. Then she became aware that she was coming under someone's scrutiny. She looked across the room and saw Declan leaning against the panelling, watching her closely. She was achingly conscious of her nudity beneath the gown, the way her floss brushed her thighs and the scents arising from her secret parts, her own and the oils Kit had massaged into her.


'How did you get in?' she demanded.


Declan smiled and eased his shoulders away from the wall. 'There are hidden passages and connecting doors,' he drawled, his voice deep and melodious.


He was strikingly attractive, of above average height and whiplash lean, though muscular. And to her intense joy, he was dressed as a Regency beau in white buckskin breeches so tight that they moulded his cock, outlining it in a marvellously sensual way and leaving little to the imagination. His firm buttocks and the fascinating hollows in his thighs were enough to drive a saint to sin. A green velvet cut-way coat with tails, a yellow waistcoat, a high stock and frilled cravat, and Hessian boots to the knee completed his ensemble. He wore it well, easy in it.


'You're an actor,' she said, admiring him.


'That's it, Miss... eh?'


'Call me Emma.' She resisted the urge to drag him down on the bed and rip off his clothes.


The music was gathering momentum and she wondered if it affected him. 'I like this,' he said. 'Tosca, isn't it? I had a walk on part in it not long ago. One of the firing squad executing the hero.'


'Have a drink,' Emma said, to cover her nervousness. 'Can you open the champagne?'


'Sure.' He strode across and stood beside her, then reached a bottle out of the cooler.


It was the work of seconds for him to spring the cork and catch the first, fizzing bubbles in a flute. She wondered if he had ever been a wine waiter during the course of his chequered career, and guessed that he probably had. And now, he was a male prostitute.


'How do you feel about this?' she asked, sitting on the couch and sipping her drink.


'About what exactly?' He sat beside her, so close she could see the long curling lashes that shielded his eyes. He knew what she was talking about, but was teasing her.


'About selling yourself to me for an hour or two.'


'Well, Emma, I'd say that I'm one hell of a lucky guy,' he said, with a wicked lop-sided grin.


She couldn't resist running her hand over the smooth cloth covering his thigh. He tensed and she heard his sharp intake of breath. Then he slid an arm behind her, along the settee's back and she leaned into him, her left breast brushing his chest. She felt his heat and breathed in his odour - aftershave, gel and freshly showered male genitalia. It was an intoxicating brew.


She moved her hips slightly, the honeydew pooling at her vaginal entrance. She was hot for him. The music was distracting now. She wanted to concentrate on the encounter that was as sure to take place as night follows day.


'Turn down the sounds,' she said in a low, husky voice.


He left her for a moment and, as he stood up, she could see his erection distorting the front of his breeches. He looked down at it, saying, 'You really turn me on.' Then he lowered the volume.


He returned to her and drew her into his embrace. He was much taller than her and had to bend to capture her lips with his own, but first he trailed little kisses round her earlobes and along her neck. It was a heavenly kiss, and her lips parted to receive it, his tongue exploring and hers responding with a dance of desire all her own. His saliva mingled with hers, and she sucked it in, ground her body against his hard, hot bulge and wanted to have him lift her, raise her open-legged above his bare cock and then plunge into her, so deep that his pubes mingled with hers.


Declan took his time, however, wooing her very thoroughly, then swung her up, an arm round her shoulders and the other under her bottom, and carried her to the bed. He didn't stop delving into her mouth, but caressed her breasts too, his clever fingers making her nipples pucker. He left her lips, and bent his head and teased her breasts, his lips sucking them through the flimsy fabric, leaving damp round patches.


He stood up straight, gazing down at her as she sprawled there, and then his fingers touched her cleft, easing up her skirt and fondling her pussy, sliding along her wet avenue and opening her labial wings. He held the lips apart as if he was caressing a rare and precious object, and moved his middle finger backwards and forwards over her love-bud. She wriggled her hips and moaned her need. He took one of her hands and placed it on his bulge. She pressed it, and he unbuckled his belt and opened the old-fashioned flap slowly and deliberately. His cock poked out through the gap, its head lifted, naked of foreskin, shiny and wet with jism.


Emma sat up and made love to it, using the clear pre-come as a lube. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted and wet. She kept licking them and then ducked her head down and sucked his cock-head and ran her tongue over it as if slurping on a delectable ice-cream cone. Declan stood in front of her, his hands resting on her shoulders, his head back and his eyes closed. Emma held his cock in one hand and flicked it gently, then reached between his thighs and captured his balls in their hairy sac.


'Go slow, baby,' he whispered. 'We don't want this to be over yet, do we?'


She looked up at him, then lifted a hand and ran it through his dark hair, so soft and shiny, the curls springing round her fingers. She never could see the attraction of shaven heads; men with long hair looked so beautiful.


But she wanted to see all of him. 'Let's get undressed,' she said.


He didn't need telling twice, but before he took off his clothes he removed hers, and it was a sensual experience. First he undid the tiny pearl buttons that fastened her dress at the back, then he let the bodice drop, her rosy-tipped breasts rising from the chiffon. He kissed each in turn and eased the rest of the garment off her, exposing her belly, the dimple of her navel, the bush at her fork, and finally her rounded thighs and slender legs.


'Don't move,' he ordered, but gently.


'I'm not going anywhere,' she replied. The room was warm but her skin was stippled with goose bumps.


He unwound his cravat, took off his jacket and laid it aside. The high-buttoned waistcoat came next, and Emma admired him in his shirt, the neck opened so wide she could see the wine-red discs of his nipples amidst the whorl of chest hair. She licked her lips, dying to taste them.


His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her, as if guessing her desire. As tantalisingly as any bar room stripper, he eased the shirt out from his breeches and over his shoulders. Now he was naked to the waist and it was as Emma had surmised; his muscles were firm and his skin coppery hued - sun-bed or the genuine thing, it didn't matter. The affect was dazzling. Declan was sex on legs.


And the best was yet to come.


The mattress sagged as he sat down, crossing one knee over the other and drawing off one boot, then the next. White socks followed, and when he stood up again he was wearing only his breeches, the lacing under the knee dangling down his bare calves. Emma couldn't stop herself from caressing her mons. The salmon-pink wings opened to her probing finger and her nubbin was hard and eager for satisfaction, while her pussy ached with wanting him.


Then it happened. He unbuttoned the waistband and peeled down his breeches, presenting first his wonderfully tight buttocks, wriggling his hips at her, then turning so she saw the complete emergence of his cock. He worked the breeches off, kicked them aside and flung himself on to the bed beside her.


'Are you going to let me fuck you?' he asked with a confident, boyish grin.


'Try and stop me.' She held out her eager arms, enfolding him in her warm embrace. 'But first we must do this,' and she ripped open the packet he handed her, taking out a silvery condom. Then she yielded to her urge to work her tongue round his nipples, circling them before closing in on the taut, erect nubs, making him gasp and moan. It was time for action.


He lay on his back and she sat astride him, knees each side of his torso then, at his urging, she straddled his face. He licked her eagerly, his tongue swirling round her engorged clit. She grabbed him by the hair, using it as a rein to bind him to her. She rode him, her orgasm rising in heady waves, taking her on a rollercoaster ride to heaven. She peaked, screamed, dug her nails into his scalp, then slithered down, raised her hips a little and lowered herself on to his upward pointing cock. She took it deep inside, pumping hard, determined to drain him of his semen. He flipped her over and she clamped her legs round his waist as he rammed harder until she felt him jerk, once, twice, thrice, releasing a hot flood of spunk.


Before she had time to recover she was aware of slow hand claps, and heard someone say, 'Bravo! Encore! But I think you've been a very naughty girl, and need correction.'


Declan rolled away from her and Emma sat up, staring straight into a pair of mocking peat-brown eyes set in a craggily handsome face. He was dressed in black leather, with riding boots and a crop; he had a line of black beard and a thin moustache. His hair was the colour of a raven's wing, and slicked back into a ponytail. The light played on the gold ring in his ear, and showed up the tattoo of an eagle on his left forearm.


'I'm Todd,' he said. 'Get up, slut. I can see that you're used to getting your own way and need a little discipline. Suck that,' and he unzipped over a penis that far exceeded in length and girth anything she had seen to date. More than that - it wasn't only his ears that were pierced.


Emma could hardly believe the evidence of her own eyes, but there it was, a ring had been passed through his urethra and came out at the bottom of his fraenulum.


'Why?' she couldn't help blurting out.


'The cock ring? For pleasure, of course. Why else? It adds to the thrill of penetration. As you will see, in a while. But first, it's play time.'

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