SEX, LIES AND BONDAGE TAPE by Saskia Walker -- Sneaking backstage at a concert to get an autograph for a friend is not the craziest thing Kelly Burton has ever done, but it's close. And when she sees something she shouldn't, she doesn't turn away either. When sexy security Tommy Sampson gets his hands on her, Kelly is all for a one- night stand. Tommy has never picked up a groupie, but something about Kelly seems to be different. He knows she doesn't want any commitments, but Tommy can't seem to forget her. Kelly feels a little hurt and is determined to even the score with Tommy.
WATCH ME by Sasha White -- Feeling a little neglected by her husband, Grant, Bethany Mack begins giving little peep shows to strangers. Since she isn't actually cheating, Bethany can't seem to stop herself. Grant comes home in the middle of the day and becomes part of a peep show, and he gets angry when he realizes what's happened. Bethany loves her husband desperately, but when Grant begins teaching her a lesson she's unlikely to ever forget, she's afraid she may lose him forever if they can't come to an understanding.
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Watch Me
Some people have coffee. Some have tea. But the only thing
that wakes Bethany Mack up in the morning is sex. Too bad
marriage to Grant has settled her into a sex-starved
routine-that is, until she spies a hot, muscled roofer next
door. So she puts on a little show for him through the
window, letting her inhibitions loose, and discovers a
naughty new addiction. But how will her husband react when
he discovers just how far a desperate housewife will go for
some loving from him?
Sex, Lies, and Bondage Tape
When Kelly Burton sneaks past security for a singer's
autograph, she's soon distracted by the hot bouncer who
finds her. After a scolding, the bouncer decides to have
his wicked way with the naughty-but-eager groupie. And what
follows is a night of passion, hard-rock-style.
EXCERPT
Watch Me by Sasha WhitePrologue
What is it about the tease thatโs so hot?
You know what Iโm talking about. That tingle you get
between your thighs when someone exciting catches your eye,
or when you catch his. The lingering looks, the hair toss,
the silent communication. That time when your blood heats
up and your body awakens as you feel the magic of โwhat
if?โ
Itโs almost โฆ intoxicating.
I used to flirt a lot. Men used to flirt with me. Then I
got married. I havenโt gained weight or let myself go, but
somehow, Iโve changed. I know it, and they know it. I think
itโs because the chase is over. The magic of flirting, the
heightened awareness that arcs between two people, the
building of anticipationโฆ itโs gone.
And I donโt know exactly when, or how, it disappeared.
The sad thing is, it also seems to have disappeared between
my husband and me.
Now, donโt get me wrong. I love my husband. Grant is still
very attractive in every way, and leaving him has never
occurred to me. Iโd never cheat on him, either.
Yet, I canโt deny that a certain restlessness has been
building in me for some time.
Chapter One
The bed shifted beneath me, and my hand stretched out over
the cotton, seeking warm flesh. When I found only empty
space, my eyes cracked open and I saw Grantโs muscular back
as he perched on the edge of the bed, running his hands
through his thick dark hair.
Inching closer, I reached out and stroked my hand over
those delicious muscles, all the way down to the small of
his back. The sigh that broke the early morning silence as
my fingers ran through the fine dusting of hair there was
soft.
My body warmed, waking up slowly. With a lazy touch, I
walked my hand around his waist, heading for that morning
hard on that could be used to really wake me up and start
my Monday off right. But as I reached him, the alarm clock
sounded off and Grant smacked it.
He flopped back onto the bed and wrapped his arms around
me. Soft lips touched my forehead in a loving kiss before
he spoke regretfully, โSorry, babe. Iโve got a big meeting,
and I canโt be late.โ
He gently rubbed his stubbled cheek against my jaw before
pressing his mouth to mine. His tongue darted out for a
quick swipe across my lips and I parted them, eager to take
things further.
With a tortured groan and a sharp pat on my backside, he
stood up and went down the hall to the bathroom. I tried
not to think about it, tried not to let my bodyโs
disappointment invade my brain. Instead, when I heard the
shower come on, I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Fresh from the shower and, wrapped in a silk kimono style
gown fresh from the shower, I strolled into the bedroom
with coffee cup in hand. Ugh! Monday mornings were never my
favorite. Mornings in general were hell, but Mondays were
the worst. Which is why I liked my job at the boutique so
much. As manager, I didnโt need to be in the store until
ten and that gave me the extra time to become human before
facing the public.
Only one thing really wakes me up with a smile on my face,
and thatโs morning wake up sex. Iโd tried to get Grant into
it that morning, but he hadnโt been interested. It sort of
felt that way a lot lately. Like I was a little kid trying
to get attention from her favorite teacher.
I stepped back from the mirror and studied my reflection.
Married almost four years and still looking good. I hadnโt
gained any weight, and I certainly didnโt look thirty-four
years old, so that wasnโt why the spark had gone out of our
sex life. And by no spark, I donโt mean we donโt have sex.
We do, itโs just notโฆexciting anymore, or often enough.
When I was single, two weeks without sex wasnโt a big deal.
I was used to it. But sleeping next to the sexiest man I
knew night after night, and not being touched and teased or
set on fire the way I knew he couldโฆ it was hell. A sneak
up on you long slow roasting hell.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a movement. I spun
around and saw a man on the roof of my neighborโs house.
Hmm. Thatโs what that nagging pounding was. Iโd thought it
was just my brain protesting its awakened state.
I couldnโt see the rooferโs face very well, but even at a
distance I could tell he had a killer body. And as usual,
the sight of bulging muscles made my pulse kick up a notch.
Shoving the image of the rooferโs hard body to the back of
my mind, I went to work on my makeup. Ladies werenโt
supposed to drool over men who werenโt their husbands.
Unfortunately, my eyes wouldnโt listen to my brain. I kept
glancing in the mirror and checking him out. That was when
I noticed he was glancing my way too. Adrenaline started to
ease into my blood stream, a long absent awareness settled
in, and a naughty idea sprouted in my half-awake mind.
Exaggerating my primping in the mirror, I piled my russet
curls on top of my head and let the belt of my robe work
itself loose. I stuck pins into my hair randomly so it had
the sexy โjust tumbledโ look to it, and bent deeper over
the dresser.
The next time he glanced my way, if he was paying
attention, heโd see the bottom of my butt cheeks peeking
out from below the edge of my robe. After applying my
mascara I straightened up and flicked a glance at his
reflection. He was still working, but slowly. In the ten
seconds I watched him, he glanced my way three times.
โYes!โ I hissed under my breath. A tingle of pride, of
awareness, whipped through my body.
Then I realized what I was doing and my spirits fell.
Flashing a stranger was the sort of thing Ginger would do.
She was the โwild oneโ, not me. Thatโs not to say I was an
angel, but when it comes to wild and crazy things, my
tattooed and pierced spirit sister beat me out by a mile.
However, when I saw the roofer pause in his work and look
my way again, I spun around quickly so my robe flared out,
and gave him a quick glimpse of my naked body. I couldnโt
stop myself. Pulling a casual sundress from the closet, I
tossed it on the bed with a flick of my wrist and went back
to the dresser.
A quick glance in the mirror assured me I still had the
strangerโs attention, and arousal burned low in my belly.
With a shrug of my shoulders, the robe fell to the floor
and I stood naked. Trying to look natural, I reached into
the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. With
slow teasing movements, I slid them up my legs and adjusted
them on my hips, then snatched my dress from the bed.
Once the material had settled loosely over my curves I gave
myself a last critical look in the mirror.
A flush had bloomed on my cheeks and my blue eyes sparkled.
Squelching a tinge of discomfort at my behavior, I peeked
over my shoulder and saw that my audience was still
enthralled. Energized, I picked up my unneeded coffee and
strolled from the room, ready to start the week with my
long lost sense of allure back in full force.
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