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Charity rushed back to her office in the IT department, cheeks flaming. At least one of the Langford sisters was getting laid on a regular basis. But really, catching Chas and Justin making love in the executive washroom was just plain embarrassing. Even worse, it brought home to her the sex she wasn't having. Now she was the one taking pains to keep her fantasy life private.
Passing her staff, she avoided eye contact only to come upon the immovable object of her guard dog, Lucas Kendal. The PI sat at a desk across from her office where he could keep an eye on her. The work she'd assigned him as a cover sat ignored. Instead, he read an issue of Sports Illustrated; no doubt the swimsuit issue. It was a wonder he hadn't followed her into the ladies room.
The man practically oozed sex appeal. Her lips tingled as she stared at him. What might he taste like? She'd love to find out; maybe nibble his square jaw, and dip her tongue into that cute cleft in his chin. "Down, girl," she muttered in self-recrimination. He's hired to look after you, not teach you the joys of sex at your old maid age of thirty-two. Just then, he looked up, snagging her gaze, his quirked brow telling her he'd guessed her thoughts.
Cheeks flaming anew, she quickly shut the door and locked it. Thank goodness, she had her mystery Laird to dim the flames. This sexual itch, combined with the series of hacking attacks she'd thwarted, threatened to drive her crazy. Ending the barrage of attacks with her fireball program had made enemies. The pissed off hackers sent death threats, prompting her father to hire Kendal, who made her want to knock him to the floor and do him. It was a vicious cycle,one she couldn't break.
Throwing off those troubling thoughts, she peeled off the jacket of her business suit, loving the way her silk blouse felt against her bare skin, and rushed over to her computer, late for a date with her cyber Master. She had two hours until she had to leave for her staff's annual weekend getaway to the IT conference. A weekend far away from her annoying babysitter would be wonderful. Maybe she could hook up with a charming stranger in Las Vegas, sow a few wild oats, and get this desire for sex out of her system.
She slipped into her desk chair and reached for the keyboard. Her excitement building, she logged on to the online sex site she'd discovered last week and looked for his screen name. Yes! He was there. Wolf. A thrill went through her. She logged on as Honey and put on her headset, saying softly, "I'm here, my Laird."
"Follow me to our private room."
She shivered, hearing his sexy rumble; a thick brogue that rushed over her like warm honey, making her cream as she imagined what was coming. Sex with a guy wearing a kilt--now, that had kinky possibilities. With guilty pleasure, she murmured, "Yes, my Laird." She could surrender to her online master, get off, and still maintain an illusion of icy reserve.
"How many times did you touch yourself today, Honey?"
His demand to know how many times she'd played with herself made her hesitate. Hell, the man wouldn't know one way or another if she told the truth or a lie. After a tense moment, she let out a sigh of surrender. Here comes the Langford upbringing again ... finish what you start and never lie to anyone about anything. Blushing, she confessed, "Six, my Laird." His chuckle made her squirm in her chair; she was going to get punished. Good. She thought about the vibrator in her desk drawer; maybe he'd make her come three times in a row like last time.
"What a naughty girl not to wait for Master's permission."
His scolding echoed her thoughts. Why couldn't she control herself? "I'm sorry, Sir." She shivered with delight, getting into the secret fantasy.
"Did you obey my instructions, Honey?"
She brushed her bare breasts through her silk blouse, loving the free, sensual feeling of forgoing her usual bra and panties. "Yes, Laird, I'm not wearing underwear."
He took in a deep breath. "Good girl. Unbutton your blouse for me and play with your pretty tits."
"Yes, my Laird." Her hands quickly flew to do his bidding, slipping the ivory buttons out of their buttonholes until her blouse hung open. The air conditioning wafted a cool breeze over her budding nipples. With a sigh of pleasure, she cupped her full breasts and fanned her fingertips over the puckered nipples, murmuring at the pleasure. "I'm playing with them, Laird."
"Excellent. Imagine it's my big hands touching them, getting your nipples hard."
Closing her eyes, she pictured her mystery Laird, imagining her soft hands becoming his larger, harder ones, his rough fingertips rolling her stiff nipples. "My nipples are so very hard for you, Laird."
"Now pinch them for me, Honey, a small punishment for being late."
She pinched them firmly, whimpering at the erotic feeling.
"Good girl, now spread your legs and touch your pussy. Let me know if it's wet for me."
She leaned back in her big desk chair and spread her legs, her hand reaching under her skirt to touch her hot pussy. Her clit was stiff, her pussy quivering, and wet. She rubbed it, moaning. "I'm wet, Sir."
"Good. Play with that bad pussy; make it nice and creamy for me, but don't come."
She stroked her wet slit, her thumb rubbing her stiff clit. She couldn't hold back a moan as she got nearer to orgasm.
"Imagine it's my hand touching you, my fingers slipping inside you, getting you ready to be loved."
"Yes, my Laird. I'm imagining it's you. When can we meet for real?" she asked, desperate for a taste of the real thing.
"When I think you're ready, Honey, and not before."
She groaned at his rejection, but it didn't stop her hot response to his commands, or her growing need for him.
"Do you like the way it feels when my fingers slip inside you?"
She panted, her pussy clenching on her fingers as he spoke. "Oh yes, Laird, very much."
Trembling on the brink of a huge orgasm, her fingers went still at his command. "Please, Sir."
"No. You're being punished for playing with yourself earlier. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Charity moaned as he disconnected and tried to stop, but couldn't. Her fingers plunged into her wet pussy, pretending they were her mystery Laird's. Ripples gathered, and she exploded into orgasm. She was dimly aware of her office door opening as she came.
Lucas Kendal stood inside Charity Langford's office doorway blocking anyone passing by from ogling his beautiful she-wolf mate in the throes of passion. Still shaken by the culture shock of being rescued by the Elite, only to have his half-brother Lash killed in the raid, he was still trying to get his bearings. The cyber sex he'd initiated to get her ready for mating had backfired, making him frustrated and horny as hell. Keeping his promise to take Lash's place as Charity's mate--and not succumb to her charms--was going to be harder than he'd thought. That wasn't the only thing hard, he thought ruefully, his cock throbbing.
He'd protect her; teach her passion, and who she was before she dumped him. He was no more than a stud. Hell, he ought to be used to it after the Betas' breeding farm. After the danger of the Blue Moon was past, her father would choose a more suitable husband for her, and he would move on, ever moving in the shadowy world of the Alphas. Still, he couldn't help watching her in the throws of an orgasm he'd initiated.
Charity's beautiful face was flushed with passion, her headset still in place, her eyes shut, as the extended orgasm swept her away. His hunter's gaze focused hungrily on her beautiful bare breasts, the pink nipples like ripe strawberries. How he ached to taste them. The sweet sound of ecstasy pouring from her full red lips was like music to his ears, and like an aphrodisiac to any rogue wolf within a sixty-yard radius. This was no longer about a turf war between wolfen societies. From the moment he'd met her two weeks ago this had turned very personal.
What a naughty girl to disobey him and keep playing with herself. She was so exquisitely responsive; it was hard for him to restrain his animal instincts. He itched to take her over his knee in retribution and then make love to her until she couldn't think straight. "Want me to take care of that for you, love?" he asked, working hard to keep the sibilant hiss of his Scot's ancestry out of his voice. It wouldn't do for her to guess that he and her Laird were one and the same. He watched her big violet eyes pop open.
Lucas smiled as her mouth formed a perfect "O" of shock, but true to her royal status, her dismay soon was replaced by an imperious glare.
"Who gave you a key to my office?" she demanded, quickly pulling her hand out from under her skirt and reaching for her blouse.
He kicked shut the door and held up his bare hands. "Look, love, no key. The door was unlocked." He didn't bother mentioning his fully developed skills gave him powers she'd never dreamed of. Opening a locked door was easy. He'd walk through fire to get to her and keep her safe. He closed the distance between them, noting her trembling hands as she buttoned her blouse. The lady wasn't as unperturbed as she pretended to be. Good, it suited him to keep her off balance. "We need to talk about this weekend."
"Save your breath, Kendal, I'm going."
"Have it your way," he murmured, focusing on her stiff nipples showing clearly through her silk blouse. "I'll have to go with you."
Noting the direction of his stare, she scowled and swiveled her desk chair so that her back was to him. She stood and put on her blazer. "I'll see you at the airport, then."
"It doesn't work that way and you know it. I've arranged transport for us. I'll be here to collect you in half an hour," he said, walking out of the room. For all his sexual experience, he couldn't help feeling like the vulnerable one.
Posted December 31, 2012
If there is one word I would associate with Honey Jans' writing it would be.... fun. Or hot. Exciting. Interesting? Ok, so I would need more than one word. Honey Jans is quickly making me realize she is one of those authors to watch if I want something quick, hot and fun. Her stories aren't as long, this one comes in around 80 pages, but they definitely pack a punch.
In Twice in a Blue Moon we meet Charity, a woman who is in danger - and doesn't realize she is a wolf princess. Her father has hired alpha wolf, Lucas Kendal to watch over her. It also helps that Lucas has agreed to be her mate, since her intended mate died (his brother, Lash). As it turns out, it is not that hard of a promise to keep when he is presented with the feisty Charity before him.
I really loved these two characters. Charity is that sparky type of female heroine that we love to read about. She is in a position where she feels she needs to prove herself to the whole damn world, and the whole damn world can be well, damned, if it gets in her way. Lucas is that soft spoken alpha man of power. It radiates from him, and you know he is the man with a plan. The sexual chemistry between them is off the charts. Hopefully their whole world doesn't blow up when she realizes he is not only her bodyguard and PI, but her mate....and the cyber Master she is a cyber sub to online. Oh yeah ladies, perfect combination for fireworks, right?
There were parts of this story that I found a bit harder for me to follow. Some scenes in the beginning seemed to spring from no where and I found myself having to reread a couple paragraphs to figure out where I got lost. Luckily this only happened to me a couple times, and like I said - in the beginning. Once the story took hold, it was flying like a jet airplane. It doesn't detract from the story at all, it might have been my own mind just trying to settle in for the story. Either way, this was a fun story. And the sex scenes were just like I like - hot and sexy! I definitely recommend!
Posted April 12, 2011
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Posted September 1, 2011
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