Graphic Sexuality

Chapter Two                                                                                                                                                           To read an excerpt of Chapter Three click here

For perhaps the first time during the course of her 33-year existence, Marie Jenkins felt completely, and totally loved.

A pair of muscular arms held her flush against a hard, sculpted body. Purring delightedly, she nestled her cheek deep in the crook of his sturdy neck, and wrapped her arms around his beefy shoulders.

Perhaps best of all was the sensation of his bare, rock hard hips, pressed against hers. And the feel of a strong, hard cock that grazed her behind.

I must be dreaming. She raised her head, fully expecting to see either her college English professor or the UPS guy beneath her on the couch.

Instead, she saw a radiant mane of wheat blond hair spread across her throw pillow, and a familiar, perfect face dangerously close to hers.

Noble. She grinned. Of course. Curiosity got the best of her as she pursed her lips and ran her gaze down his delicious body. Only if this is my dream, why in the hell are we sleeping?

She gave a gentle shake to the warrior’s shoulders, grinning as he opened his wide, dark eyes to greet her with a sensual gaze.

“I am at your service, my lady.” He pinned her with a dazzling, full-toothed beam. “How may I pleasure you?”

“Do you want me to draw you a picture or something?” Marie snorted.

Noble released a hearty chuckle and pulled her closer to him. He gave her soft cheeks a tender caress with his hands and pressed his lips against hers, giving her a slow, sweet kiss.

Their mouths and tongues worked together in tender concert to achieve optimum pleasure for both of them. Marie sighed as Noble’s tongue flowed back and forth across the roof of her mouth, imitating the rhythms of sex, and his masculine hands slid down her back in slow, smooth strokes. Taking a quick, very bashful peek down, Marie caught sight of his long, tanned cock surging powerfully between them; simulating sex.

His kiss was soft, yet firm, and his citrus-tinged scent filled her senses.

I’m even hearing bells, she arched her eyebrows and reached downward, planting two daring hands on his rock hard ass. No, wait a minute. That’s my cell phone. Drat.

With regret, she pulled away from her newfound lover, picked up her phone and pushed the “talk” button.

“Whoever you are, this had better be good,” she growled.