Sinclaire Daves, a young and awkward archeology professor, lives her life surrounded by books and research. Body issues and a recent breakup have left her confidence in pieces. But at night, everything changes as her dreams are filled with the adventures of the woman she wishes she was; a pirate captain who lived over 200 years ago.
Rebekah Bonny, daughter of the famous pirates Anne Bonny and Calico Jack Rackam (who sailed under the Jolly Roger), wants nothing more than to escape her life of danger and disguise, to settle down and spend her life with the man she loves.
Across time, these two disparate women come together, and guide each other through mystery, man trouble, and mayhem, to find they aren't as dissimilar as they seem. Will Rebekah find her peace? Will Sinclaire find the love—and the pirate—she's been dreaming of?
|Publisher:||eXtasy Books Inc|
|File size:||321 KB|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
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Cole came up to her and put his arms around her waist. "I am very jealous of you. I want you all to myself, I don't want to share you with some old pirate ship."
"I know. I would love to bring you along, but with the breach of security I won't even ask. They're totally paranoid about hunters now."
"I guess I'll just have to suffer here alone. My bed is going to be very cold you know."
Sinclaire blushed even more fiercely. "I suppose mine will as well. I'll miss your ... attentions."
Cole laughed, a low throaty sound, then bent his head and kissed her deeply. "Mmm, maybe you need some of my attentions right now."
"Maybe I do," Sinclaire said, slightly shocked at her own boldness. Cole had certainly brought out the sex kitten in her. He situated himself between her legs and she could feel his cock growing hard against her. "Cole Rackam, you are incorrigible," she murmured in his ear, while pulling his ass closer to her with both hands.
"I hope so," he responded with an evil gleam in his eye. He leaned down again, one hand flat against her back, and took the flesh of her neck in his teeth. He bit, gently at first, then harder until she squealed. "Am I hurting you?"
"It's okay. I like it." She put one hand in his hair and drew him back to her neck where he bit eagerly, sucking gently to avoid a hickey, but using his teeth to bring her blood to the surface.
"You taste good, pretty girl," he whispered in her ear, his breath warming that sensitive place until she shivered. "Where else can I taste you?"
"Cole, we're in public. Shouldn't we--" he cut her off by slipping a hand up under her skirt. His hands found their way to her wetness and soon hisfingers were sliding inside her. He pulled her so she was perched on the very edge of the table, using him for balance. Dropping to his knees before her, he pushed her legs wide open for access.
From under her skirt, he said, "Another thong. My God you are hot." He pulled the tiny scrap of underwear to the side and parted her lips with his hands. "Gorgeous," he said, his voice hoarse and far away.
Sinclaire put her hands on the desk and tossed her head back, focused intently on his breath between her legs. Slowly, delicately, she felt the very tip of his tongue trace her pussy, from the very top to her vagina, dripping wet. She shuddered, a hiss of air escaping her lips. She could feel him smile, then dive in, tongue playing in her lips and folds. This man enjoyed performing. Her breath began to speed up until she was panting and raising her hips to meet his mouth.
As her excitement mounted, he responded in kind. First, he slid two fingers inside her, crooking them in that come-here gesture she loved. At the same time, he focused his attention on her clit, licking and sucking the swollen spot until she was shaking and struggling to keep her ass from slipping off the table all together.