Monkeys, Sex and Other Birthday Surprises September 23rd from Secret Cravings Publishing
Missy Harder is reluctant to ruin a good thing and meet with her on-line lover, Sam Kentley, in person. Sam is dying to see if the connection they have is real. Humiliated in front of Sam by her brother's pet capuchin at her surprise birthday party, she wants nothing more than to be left alone. But when Sam refuses to leave her to her misery, they both learn that humor will get you through anything, and sometimes great sex and love sneak up on you when you least expect it.
Sam began to sputter a reply, but Missy interrupted. “Mom. Get. Out.”
“Fine. Going,” she said, turning away. But then she pivoted back to them for a parting shot.
“Way to go, honey.”
Missy covered her face with her hands. Sam tried to remove them but she held firm. “Feel free to leave any time. My family is crazy. My life is insane.”
“Well, it’s anything but boring.”
“You’re mom’s a firecracker. Maybe we should have a threesome.”
Missy removed her hands from her face and gaped at him.
“I’m kidding,” Sam said, holding his hands up out in front of him. “That was a joke. I like kinky, but a mother-daughter combo is not one of my fantasies.”
She swatted his arm and dug out a fresh T-shirt from a drawer. It hugged her generous bosom, and Sam’s eyes drew there like Winnie-the-Pooh to a honey pot.
“You have a great rack.”
The sincerity in his voice made her smile, despite the crude way in which he delivered the compliment. “I’m glad you approve.” She huffed out a breath. “We should get back to the party.”
Sam took hold of her hand and led her out of the room. At the doorway, he tugged on her hand so she spun to face him. He yanked her against him, and she melted into his body on contact. “One more to tide us over.”
The man never let her speak. His mouth captured hers, but this time his tongue invaded, mating with hers. Her hands crept up to his neck and sank into the curls at his nape. Deep, hot, wet—everything a passionate kiss should be. Thrust, parry. Dodge, tease. Slip, slide.
Missy sucked on his tongue, hinting at what she could do to his dick. He groaned, his hands digging into her back. He didn’t release her when they broke apart.
Their chests heaved. Desire crackled between them. The words of her sister echoed in her head, “Real sex is better than phone sex…” Yeah, it is. Or, would be.
Missy put some distance between them, keeping her hands in his hair. The ache between her thighs shrieked at her to follow through with things. Like, right now. What was more important—sex or birthday cake?
She knew if she didn’t return to the living room, her mother would announce that she was “indisposed.”
Missy looked him straight in the eyes and gave his erection a slight nudge with her pelvis.
“Okay. We’ll do it your way later. No talking. Just fucking.” And before she could take back what she said, she hurried back to the waiting guests.