X-Rated
Down and Dirty series
by Lily Harlem
Date of
Publication: December 1st 2016
Publisher: All
Romance eBooks
Cover Artist: Erin
Dameron Hill
Genre: Contemporary
Erotic Romance
BLURB
This weekend, Polly and Lucan work the kinks
into their relationship.
When Polly is caught in a compromising
position with a toy and a hardcore video, she doesn't think her husband will
ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like the sweet wife he married.
Little does she know, she's awakened a monster by prodding Lucan's sexual beast
and making him sit up and take notice.
Finally.
What about Lucan's needs? He's been so busy
at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he can't even
remember his fantasies.
During a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat
and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how
far they'll go to please the other, or how well matched their particular
variety of kinks are.
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Polly glanced at her watch as she
stepped into the house. Good, she had plenty of time to indulge herself before
Lucan came home. She shut the door and ignored a bill that lay on the mat.
All day she’d steamed through her
to-do list, knocking each thing off with a tick of satisfaction. She’d even
forgone lunch, choosing to eat her salad at her desk. Her colleagues had soon
taken the hint, when she’d given one-word answers to their chatty questions, she
just wasn’t in the mood.
Some solo fun was what she needed
before Lucan walked through the door. He’d toss his keys into the ceramic bowl
on the dresser in the hallway, hang his jacket in the cupboard and then plant a
chaste kiss on her cheek. She’d bet money on him commenting on “thank goodness
it’s the weekend,” then he’d put on his old Oasis t-shirt and worn jeans, and
pop a beer.
She’d cook, they’d watch TV, then it
would be their usual Friday night missionary sex beneath the duvet. The
highlight of his week, he always told her afterwards as he pulled his boxers
back on.
Trouble was, their sex routine had
become so stale if it were bread it wouldn’t be any good for even the ducks. He
tweaked her nipples, rubbed her clit for thirty seconds and then pushed in.
After that it was a predictable four minutes until he came.
Polly never did.
She’d tried to push him onto his back
so she could climb on top and get herself off, encouraged a little oral fun
with a sexy whisper, even hinted that they take a trip to a sex shop for some
toys. Her suggestions were met with a big strong body that had only one plan
for their bedroom sequence and, much to her dismay, had fallen on deaf ears.
Maybe she hadn’t been firm or loud
enough.
For as long as she could remember,
frustration burned hotly through her veins. It was an itch she couldn’t
scratch. A longed for possession she would never afford. And she had no idea
what to do about it.
Until, that was, a few weeks ago.
She’d been scrawling through Facebook
on her laptop when she’d seen a Gucci handbag on sale—the GIF flashing
excitedly—and clicked the link. Only it wasn’t a handbag sale, not by a long
shot. Before she knew it a porn site had filled her screen and the wails of a
woman in the throes of climax echoed around the room. She’d been alone but
still glanced about the kitchen, embarrassed at the wild cries of release.
As she’d watched, heat had traveled up
Polly’s spine and her cheeks had flushed. She’d squirmed on the seat and curled
her toes in her fluffy pink slippers. The woman on screen was getting a good
seeing to, the black man she was with pounding into her hard and fast. The
camera angles were rude and crude, up close and personal. A big dark cock
disappeared over and over into her wet, pink pussy.
Polly had stared wide-eyed, knowing
she should turn it off. The link could be full of bugs or viruses or whatever
else infected computers. But she couldn’t, she was utterly mesmerised.
The woman’s breasts jiggled, the
camera gave a shot of the man’s ass cheeks as he thrust with ever-increasing
speed.
Polly clenched her internal muscles as
another shout of “It’s here, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder,” rattled
from her laptop speakers.
The man groaned, deep and guttural, a
sound that spoke to Polly. When had she last heard Lucan moan like that? He
seemed to hold his pleasure in, a few panting breaths, a low rumble in his
throat perhaps. Why couldn’t he let go? Allow his release to be unharnessed and
escape wild and free. It wasn’t as if they had any children to worry about,
their house was their own, they had all the privacy a married couple needed.
Quickly Polly dumped her work-bag on
the counter. She reached into the fridge for a bottle of Chardonnay and poured
herself a large glass. Then, with her laptop under her arm, she headed up the
stairs.
The cat was on the bed. “Tilly, come
on, out you go. I don’t want an audience,” she said as she tugged the covers.
Tilly voiced a quick complaint then
sauntered from the room. She’d likely been asleep all day so Polly didn’t feel
guilty. Her own needs were greater and they needed seeing to.
After taking a few more big sips of
wine, she began to strip. When she was down to knickers and bra she flicked on
the shower in the en suite. She had at least an hour and a half before Lucan
came home. The traffic was always heavy on the ring road on a Friday with
everyone escaping London for the weekend. Perhaps he’d be even later than she
expected. But she couldn’t count on that, she had to presume he’d be in at the
earliest time possible.
She pulled the curtains closed, even
though it was still daylight, then shucked her underwear.
Humming a happy tune, she twisted her
hair on the top of her head and stepped into the stream of warm water. She
filled her palms with coconut scented shower gel and rubbed it over her
breasts. Her nipples spiked and she held her face to the water, letting it tap
on her eyelids and run over her lips. Her breasts were heavy and had always
been very sensitive, especially on the outer curves. She adored having the skin
there lightly brushed, stroked, caressed, because it sent a tingle to her clit.
Shame Lucan only thought it was her nipples that needed stimulating.
Had he always been that way?
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Author Info
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an
award-winning author of erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides
of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, All Romance eBooks, Totally Bound,
Pride, Evernight, and Stormy Nights Publishing. Her work regularly receives
high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily
Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release,
Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while
nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot,
Bite Mark, Shared, and Cold Nights, Hot Bodies have been blessed with many 5*
reviews.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her
books regularly hit the #1 spot on Bestseller lists and Breathe You In was
named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is
Dark Warriorand you can grab Part One of her series Caught on Camera for FREE!
Don’t miss HOT ICE, a popular hockey series, again first book FREE!
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book
you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty
sexy. Enjoy!
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