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CONTENTS (contributors new to Coming Together are BOLDED)
- The Wrong End of the Stick (Lucy Felthouse)
- Red Rag to a Bull (Victoria Blisse)
- Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me (JoAnne Kenrick)
- Captivated/Kidnapped by Love (Elizabeth Lapthorne)
- Cross Trainer Number Four (Lily Harlem)
- Flesh for Fantasy (Lexie Bay)
- Lush Buns (Sommer Marsden)
- Six Lengths of Red Hemp (Tilly Hunter)
- The Big Reveal (Giselle Renarde)
- Girl Next Door (Bella Blake)
- Riding School (Bella Blake)
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“I was
trembling,” Marisa confessed, pressing the button for the elevator. “Could you hear it in my voice? God, I thought I was going to toss my
cookies.”
“No, you
sounded totally calm! I couldn’t believe
it. You just came right out and told
him.” Tariq wrapped an arm around his glowing
wife as the doors chimed. “But, honey,
you tore my hand to shreds. Look--you
broke the skin.”
“Aw, poor
Tariq,” she replied, kissing his boo-boo before pulling him into the empty
elevator. “You’re going to be so jealous
when I’m mollycoddling this baby and you have to kiss yourself all better.”
“Kiss myself
better?” he asked, trying to be all boyish and sexy as he pressed the button
for the twenty-third floor. “Nah, babe,
I need your kisses. Can’t do that all by
myself.”
Thank God they
were finally alone! Tariq cuddled in
behind his woman and wrapped his arms around her waist. He’d been surprised, in the restaurant, that
Darien had noticed, but he could see it now, that budding little baby
bump. This was for real. Real life, no turning back now.
Their
reflections stared back at them in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on three of the
four walls in this spic and span elevator.
Tariq rested his chin on top of Marisa’s head, watching her sparkle. His
woman was a dream. She was curvy and
brilliant and hilarious—Halle Berry with a little meat on her bones. Tariq was taller, darker, critics might say
lanky, with the boyish grin of a high school kid. An ideal husband? Maybe not for everybody, but Marisa seemed
happy with him. If there’s one thing she
could never question, it was his devotion.
He only had eyes for her.
“Did we always
look this good?” she asked, giving him that sly sort of smile he loved so
much. Taking both his hands in both of
hers, she ran them from her hips all the way up to her chest. The stretchy fabric of her tight purple dress
made his legs weak, but the thing between them didn’t seem to be having the
same problem—it was long and strong and hard as ever.
“You
always looked this good,” Tariq replied, giving her breasts a playful
squeeze. Oh, those massive globes of hot
flesh felt so good in his hands. He
wanted more. He needed it.
Marisa watched
in the mirrors as Tariq circled his hands around her spectacular tits. “Can you
believe these puppies are going to get bigger?”
“Mmm…” Tariq growled in her ear, catching the lobe
between his teeth. He’d be a tripod
soon, his dick was getting so big. “I
just love your puppies. I’m going to be
humping some legs, I love your puppies so much.”
“Legs?” Marisa laughed, raising her skirt. “No husband of mine’s gonna be humping no
legs.”
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