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Before I took my vows, I was First Sergeant Kimberly Pleasant, 81st Armored Regiment. I not only know how to use this equipment and maintain it, I know how to teach. We’ll take good care of your tanks, Captain. And we will, indeed, provide for the common defense, a duty to which you have been derelict for far too long.”

Before I took my vows, I was First Sergeant Kimberly Pleasant, 81st Armored Regiment. I not only know how to use this equipment and maintain it, I know how to teach. We’ll take good care of your tanks, Captain. And we will, indeed, provide for the common defense, a duty to which you have been derelict for far too long.”

wanting to rub against him like a cat.

Ingrid stared at Dillon. “You ran me?” “Of course. You ran me too.”

Pointed toes and all….

Gazing at those bare masculine hindquarters, it was beyond the pale that anyone would do that on Aunt Cecilia’s new sphinx-legged, ponceau silk sofa during the ball of the Season…Oh, my, was that a winged dragon tattoo on one muscular cheek

If I’m going to have a temporary reminder of the kiss on my body, I’ll leave one too. In return I dig my fingernails into his nape until I feel blood well under my nails. I smile into his lips—he won’t be able to see the injury, but he’ll feel the sting, and it’ll  remind him of me.

a kiss a week for the school year.”

They say if I move too much, the beast might eat me.

I feel his fingertips then, parting my labia, and the rough tip of a thumb scrapes upward, sparking sensation through me. The nub there hardens as do my nipples and he swipes it again.

one of your brother’s friends

“You can stay as long as you want, Kaitlyn. There’s no pressure for you to leave. Not even a little bit.” Calm understanding flowed over me. Words escaped me and I swallowed a lump of emotion. She brushed the hair from my face and slid in behind me.

Yes, I am beautiful. More than that, I am striking. A woman of poise, grace, and just the right hint of mystery. Surely, I could be the model they sought.

Then he’d say something pathetic, like ‘Am I doing this right?’ or ‘Communication is really key’ or ‘Do you remember our safe word?’.

That’s right. Look at me. Watch the pleasure spread across my face. It’s yours to share too. You’re with us tonight. The three of us have embarked on a special journey.

This time, I make eye contact.

Well, common wisdom says a novel wouldn't have a sex scene in every chapter. But The Prince's Boy was not written as a novel, with the sexy bits paced out here and there, but as a serial intended to be read one chapter per week. The original website where it was published back in 2009 is now gone, so Theo is the new home of The Prince’s Boy.

That’s right. Look at me. Watch the pleasure spread across my face. It’s yours to share too. You’re with us tonight.