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~ Other Stories in the Valentino’s Delight Series ~ Going Down by Brenna Zinn
Loving Bliss by Regina Carlysle Be Mine by Cerise DeLand
Lust Becomes You by Desiree Holt Hard Lovin’ by Nicole Austin
Lickity Split by Allie Standifer
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My Booty Call Valentine The Edge
By Samantha Cayto
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Aaron couldn’t imagine who in the holy hell would be visiting him on a snowy Valentine’s night, but as the knocking persisted, he shut off the TV, pushed off the couch and opened the door. His body froze, every inch of his nerves on high alert, when he saw who stood in the hallway. Bundled up against the cold, covered in melting flakes and cradling an ill concealed bottle of wine in a paper bag, stood his dream woman. Or at least the woman who had been featured in his dreams for the past six weeks. Her name was Susan. He knew that small fact because he’d made it his business to find it out. He had yet to work out how or when he might maneuver himself in front of her. Apparently her planning skills far exceeded his as there she was, staring at him expectantly. With all his blood now pooling in his cock, his brain couldn’t conceive of what he was supposed to do. All it could manage was conjuring the beginning strains of the background music of every porn movie he’d ever seen. His visitor’s eyebrows rose above her lovely green eyes in an obvious question. After a second or two of continued silence, she said, “Okay, here’s the story. We’ve been eyeing each other around the halls of the Senate for several weeks now. This is my first Valentine’s Day without the man I dated and lived with for over five years. He was supposed to be ‘the one.’ But when I received the careeraltering offer to become the junior senator from Massachusetts’ chief of staff, he refused to move down here with me or maintain a longdistance relationship. He said those things never work out when in reality he was looking for an excuse to bang his dentist. I should have known his smile was getting way too bright.” She paused and swiped at a trickle of water running down her cheek. Aaron’s gaze followed the movement, and his tongue twitched. He pictured lapping up the moisture and reversing course to trace the edge of her face. He imagined capturing the pretty pink lips that were going a mile a minute and holding them in a bruising kiss. He wasn’t sure where all this talk of an ex was leading but his cock sure wanted to follow. “Anyway, I’ve checked up on you and am convinced that you’re not gay and probably don’t have a freezer full of severed heads. Word is you got divorced a year ago and aren’t known to date. I figure with this weather you’re in for the night. The way you people down here tend to panic when there’s only a dusting of snow, it was a safe enough bet. Why don’t I join you?” She held up the bag. “I stopped at my new favorite wine store, Valentino’s, and bought a bottle of chocowine. Ever had any?” Aaron managed to shake his head, his stare still firmly fixed on her mouth. She made a face of sensual delight, her lips pursed. His cock jerked painfully in his jeans. “It’s delectable and has a nice kick. Plus given the day of the year, rather appropriate. I figure my choices are to go home and pathetically drink this by myself, or come in and slightly less pathetically drink it with you while we fuck each other’s brains out.” Her stark words dragged a bark of laughter out him and restarted the verbal synapses of his brain. How about I lick the chocolate wine off your naked body? was the first response to come to mind. But a lousy marriage, a nasty divorce and more than a year of celibacy made him cautious. “Wow, that’s some proposition,” popped out instead. She shrugged. “I have neither the time nor the energy to mince words.” Putting one hand on her hip, she added, “So, are you going to let me in or what?” Aaron wanted to reach out and grab her, drag her inside and toss her on the couch. Still leery, he narrowed his eyes and raked his gaze down her body. “I haven’t had the chance to check you out as thoroughly as I’d like. How do I know you won’t end up boiling my rabbit?” She scoffed and pushed her way past him. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re a grown man. You couldn’t possibly have a pet rabbit. Besides, I make you at about sixone, two hundred pounds of pure muscle. I’m fivethree, when I stand really tall, and a hundred and five
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pounds. I’m no danger to you.” As she spoke, she twirled slowly around, checking out his living room. She stopped and stared. Challenge showed through her eyes. “Oh, what the hell,” he murmured and shut the door. He’d be a freaking idiot to turn down this invitation. She gave him a seductive smile that was a kick to his balls. “Why don’t you pour both of us a glass of this?” she suggested, holding out the bottle. He made his feet move, made his breathing slow down, although his effort didn’t affect his heart beating wildly in his chest. When he was within a foot of her, her hand shot out and cupped the rod pressing against his fly. He grunted in surprise and delight as pleasure shot up his gut. She slapped the bottle into his hand. “Face it, I had you at hello.” When she tried to pull back, he grabbed her wrist and held her fingers in place. Her eyes widened as if startled by his boldness. He let her see the desire building within him, showed her that she was in for the ride of her life. He waited a few seconds before releasing her. “I’ll be right back.” With more nonchalance that he felt, Aaron relieved her of the bag and went into the kitchen to pour two glasses of the thick brown, wine. He took a healthy swallow while he returned to the living room and was caught off guard by the bite the liquid delivered to the back of his throat. He choked on the next mouthful when he saw his guest had not only taken off her coat, she had stripped down to her underwear. “Holy fuck!” he gasped out before he could pretend beautiful women took off their clothes in his apartment all the time. She held her hands out wide, inviting inspection. The bra and panties were black lace with red ribbon trim. Her shiny blond hair swung loosely around her shoulders. The only other things she had on were her kneehigh black leather boots. The total effect was devastatingly erotic. He slammed the glasses down on the coffee table and lunged for her. Her petite body was in his hands and pressed against his raging hardon before he could think better of it. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and took her lips in a brutal kiss. Finesse was abandoned in a quest to satisfy a hunger he had denied for too long. His tongue invaded her mouth and tackled hers. Instead of retreating, she met him half way and ravaged him with equal need. They groped and clawed at each other’s bodies as they shared a deep, long kiss. Then, abruptly, she pushed him away. He released her only because years of ingrained decency compelled him. His cock howled in frustration. He stood panting like a dog, staring at her in disbelief. Had this all been some game? Hard to believe given the quickness of her breath. He was sure she was as aroused as he. She looked at him in contemplation while she sauntered around the table. Picking up her glass, she took a sip of wine and licked her lips. “Take off your clothes.” The command was issued in a breathless voice. He hesitated for a second as the import of her words penetrated his onceagain bloodless brain. When he finally understood she was taking control, he got it. He even liked it. Hell, when was the last time a woman had been the aggressor with him? He wasn’t sure it had ever happened. It was as good a way as any for him to break his dry spell. Need egged him to strip fast and be done with it. The saner part of his brain told him to take his time, build the tension for both of them. He downed the rest of his wine in one gulp for Dutch courage before he faced her, legs braced apart. He stared back at her while he grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt and slowly lifted it up his torso. Even once his view was obscured by the fabric, he knew his unexpected guest was not disappointed by what he had to offer. Endless hours at the gym gave him an enviable physique, cut, but
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not musclebound. He sent a ripple down his abs and was rewarded by Susan’s sultry hum of appreciation. He tossed the shirt on the floor and looked at the sexy woman once more. She eyed him over the rim of her glass. Two dainty fingers were tucked down the front of her panties. Her hips bucked ever so slightly against her own touch. Taut nipples jutted against her bra. Her eyelids were at half mast and one tooth bit her lower lip. She liked what she saw, of that there was no doubt. Emboldened, Aaron continued his striptease. He popped the snap of his fly and lowered the zipper at a snail’s pace. His stiff dick hindered the effort, but he managed to complete the act without taking his eyes off his audience. His sight fixed on those fingers gliding up and down her slit. Damn but he wanted to shove them aside and replace them with his own. He wanted to stroke her wetness and penetrate her heat. He struggled to keep his breath even and bit back the groan threatening to erupt past his lips. His fingers faltered on the waistband of his jeans as he became mesmerized by her autoerotism. “Keep going, Aaron.” She murmured the order, although the steel underlying it was like the crack of a whip.The thrill of being dominated shot a spark of lust up his spine. Yanking off his pants and shorts in a single, quick movement, he kicked off the clothing along with his socks and stood for inspection. He watched her scan his body, take a look at his inflamed cock eager to play. “Very nice,” she said and drained her glass. Putting it down on the coffee table, she slipped the fingers of her now empty hand underneath the cup of her bra and clasped her right breast. “Hmm.” Her eyes closed briefly. “I’ve had to rely on myself for weeks now. I’ve become quite adept at bringing myself pleasure.” Her tongue flicked over her top lip. “How about you, Aaron? Have you been satisfying your own needs since your breakup?” The sight of Susan playing with herself made him swallow his tongue. All he could manage was a quick nod. “Oh, poor baby. Show me.” When he merely blinked back at her in confusion, she elaborated. “Show me how you handle your cock, Aaron. Go on. Wrap your fist around it. Stroke it, milk it so I can see some cum peeping out,” she cooed in a teasing tone. His breathing stopped, air trapped in his lungs, and his heart raced as he processed her command. Shit, if all the evening would entail was watching each other jerk off, well why the hell not? It was better than his solo sessions. Bracing his legs farther apart, he did as he was told. His right hand clasped the aching flesh of his hard cock and squeezed tight as he pulled the taut skin up and down. He repeated the movement, keeping the pace agonizingly slow. In case his guest had other plans, as in those involving his body diving inside of hers, he didn’t want to risk shooting his load too soon. Susan moaned and swayed as she watched him. Her fingers worked in coordinated rhythm, stroking her clit and nipple. Her hips undulated. Her breath came out in shorter and shorter huffs. “That’s it, lover,” she egged him on in a breathless voice. “Make yourself as ready as you can for me. But don’t come. Don’t you dare come until I tell you.” “I won’t,” he panted back. “God, please let me come inside you.” If there was a note of pleading in his voice, he was past caring. His long dry spell with women coupled with the chocwine had him revved.She smiled at him. “All in good time. Now, cup your balls with your other hand.” He complied and his eyes shut tight when the jolt of pleasure caught him by surprise. God, this was all so much better having someone to enjoy it with. How had he lasted so long without having a woman? He worked his cock and balls with familiar skill and was rewarded by precum leaking from his cockhead. He caught the liquid with his forefinger and held it out to Susan to both show his success and in invitation.
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“Good boy. Lick you finger for me.” The order brought him up short. He had never tasted his own cum, or any cum for that matter. He hesitated, and she frowned. “Do it!” Bossy bitch, but okay, in for a dime, in for a dollar. Aaron brought his hand up to his mouth and sticking the finger inside, licked it clean. Salty, a bit bitter, not the best combination with chocowine, yet it made his guest smile, so well worth the effort. “Good boy,” she said again. “You’ve earned a reward.” She slid her fingers out of her panties and held them out to him. “Try these.” Two strides and he stopped inches from her body. Grabbing her wrist, he brought her hand up and sucked her two fingers inside his waiting mouth. His tongue swirled around the digits, his lips sucked them like a treat. He held her gaze as he feasted on her fingers. He noticed her hand still cupped her breast. It squeezed the soft globe in time with his sucking. “Enough,” she gasped out. “Get down on your knees and use that clever tongue of yours more effectively.” A second passed as his rapidly numbing brain processed her latest dictate. Then he did as she said and dropped down in front of her. With shaky hands, he slid his palms up the sides of her boots, past her dimpled knees and up her soft, slender thighs. He hooked his fingers on the waistband of her panties and slipped them down her legs. Cupping first one calf and then the other, he carefully lifted each foot to remove the scrap of silk. A snatch of pale hair greeted him when he peered up. Her juices glistened, beckoned. He swallowed hard before clasping her ass cheeks with his hands and pulling her body toward him. His mouth met her halfway and his tongue leaped out to lap at her folds. The taste of hot, salty nectar filled his mouth. The heady aroma of aroused pussy filled his nostrils and made his head spin. Who the hell needed chocowine? God, how he had missed the simple pleasure of going down on a woman. He feasted on her flesh like the starving man he was, his tongue gliding over her clit. Sharp nails scraped his scalp as she grabbed a fistful of his hair, and he pressed his face more firmly to her body. He let his control slip a bit more and latched his lips onto her nub. He suckled savagely, growling into her flesh. Her hips bucked with ever increasing speed as if to throw him off. His fingers dug into her buttocks to hold on for the ride. A keening cry rose above him as the body he clasped writhed in his grasp. He felt the rush of her juices coat his lips. And still he held on, sucking and lapping slowly as her movements subsided. Her fingers tightened on his scalp and then released him abruptly, pushing him away. He rocked back on his heels, staring at her, dazed and still aroused to the point of pain. Her eyelids drooped and her mouth hung open. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Lifting her quivering arm, she pointed to the couch. “Lie down. On your back. Now.” She heaved out the broken command with a shaky voice. Aaron stumbled to his feet and obeyed with leaden legs, his aching cock leading the way. Flopping down, he saw her unzip and kick off the boots. She then retrieved a condom from her purse. He smiled at the implication. Eating her out had only wetted his appetite. He couldn’t wait to be inside her luscious body. But when he reached for the condom, she slapped his hand. “Naughty,” she chastised. “Put your hands over your head and lie still.” It was hard to comply. He had to clasp his hands together to keep them from grabbing her as she straddled his body. He hissed and jerked when she ran a thumbnail up the underside of his cock. She stared at the taut, needy flesh as if it were something new to her while she tortured it with her fingers. Her touch, by turns harsh and gentle, drove him mad. He squirmed beneath her to little effect, the confines of the couch and her surprisingly strong thighs keeping him in place.
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“Jesus, Susan, please,” he begged incoherently. She pouted down at him. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m fascinated by your cock. It’s bigger than any I’ve had before.” She bit her lower lip before adding in a small voice. “It’s going to be a very tight fit.” Aaron’s eyes slammed shut and his body bucked up. “Oh. My. God. You’re killing me here.” A teasing laugh floated above him. The condom slid over his cock and he groaned with both relief and need. Finally. “Open your eyes, Aaron.” He complied and saw his guest had stripped off her bra. Her breasts were small, in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, but oh, so succulent. He wanted to cup them in his palms and feast on them with his lips. But he was into the game now, so waited for her next command. It didn’t come right away. Instead, she lifted her body up and positioned his dick right beneath her pussy. She lowered herself onto his rod, swallowing him inch by painfully slow inch. He had never watched himself disappear inside a woman’s body before. It dialed his pleasure up to an eleven. It took all of his control to keep from coming. She squeezed him with her moist heat, wringing a groan out of him. Then she leaned forward and propped herself with one hand grasping the back of the coach and one hand clinging to its edge. Her lovely breasts hovered near his mouth. Orders be damned, he reared up and latched onto a beckoning nipple with greedy lips. He sucked and laved it and a thrill ran up his spine when she responded with a deep moan. Her hips began the ancient rhythm of fucking, the walls of her cunt squeezing his cock with each raising and lowering of her body. He brought his hands down to clasp her waist and steady her as the she built up the pace. His mouth sucked and nipped at each nipple in turn. His climax clawed in desperation to escape. He forced his mind to focus on the new bill he was drafting for his senator, anything to hold his release at bay. Susan’s increasing cries pulled him back. Her body pounded against his, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh drove him to a near frenzy. It had been so long, too long. He couldn’t hold out another second. He had to come. He had to. “Susan,” he growled around teeth latched onto a hard nipple. “Now,” she cried. “Come now!” The orgasm burst out of him, milked by the spasms of her cunt. His head dropped back, his eyes shut tight, blind to all but the lights bursting behind his lids. He heard nothing but the rush of his own blood and the keen cry of the woman riding him without mercy. He slammed his body up to meet hers, pounding the pleasure out of them until suddenly they both stilled. Susan collapsed onto him. Deep, shuddering breaths blew across his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tight as their breathing evened out and their heartbeats subsided. A sadness stole over him as the fury of sex diminished. He supposed she would soon slide out of his embrace, get dressed and leave. She had been clear from the beginning, only less than a half hour ago, that this was a booty call. It was rebound sex for both of them. She didn’t expect more and neither should he. So when she pushed to sit up, he tightened his arms only briefly before letting her go. As she peered down at him, a small smile played across her lips. “Got anything to eat?” He hid his surprise and shrugged. “I was going to heat up a frozen pizza for dinner.” He paused. “I bet it would go well with chocwine.” Bending down, she planted a sweet kiss on his lips. “Everything goes with chocwine. Shall we give it a try?”
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For the first time that night, he heard uncertainty in her voice and saw vulnerability in her expression. He knew she meant more than pizza and wine. He stared down to where their bodies still joined. He traced the back of his finger from her damp curls up her smooth abdomen, between her breasts and up to her mouth. He rubbed his knuckle lightly across her wet, pouty lips. He watched them open in a broad smile when he nodded, “Yes.”
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~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Samantha Cayto is a Bostonarea native who practices as a business lawyer by
day while writing erotic romance at night the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guyonguy sex is the hottest ever.
She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her
children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand and anything else when she needs to choreograph a scene.
You can visit Samantha at: www.samanthacayto.com
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Loving Bliss by Regina Carlysle Even a rough, tough, badass former Marine knows that Valentine’s Day is the perfect time for a little seduction. So after a stop at Valentino’s Wine and Gourmet Food Shoppe and armed with a decadent bottle of chocolate wine, Noble Loving tracks down Bliss Harper, the star of his most wicked fantasies. His sexy business partner should be firmly off limits but he’s sick of playing by the rules. Time for some new ones. It’ll take a slow hand and some hot loving to convince the lady she belongs to him but this Marine is up for the challenge.
Going Down by Brenna Zinn What does one hunky Navy Seal plus a blizzard equal on Valentine's Day for Michelle Bishop? One hot night in an elevator with nowhere to go and no electricity to get there. Add a holiday gift basket from Valentino's that's full of candles, body paint, and chocolate wine, and going down on an elevator becomes a Valentine experience she'll never forget.
Lickity Split by Allie Standifer Five years ago Juliet Morgan tossed away the only man she'd ever love and the only life she'd ever want to live. Honorably retired from the Air Force she hops the first plane in hoping there's something left to repair. Trent Joplin's never gotten over sexy Juliet, but it doesn't mean he's ready to open his heart to her again. Five years is a long time to for love to linger, but maybe it's all about scratching an itch. Juliet's ready and willing to do anything to win her way back in Trent's life. While Trent takes her body to new heights of passion, Juliet's determined to sneak her way back into his heart faster than you can say lickity split.
Hard Lovin’ by Nicole Austin After a grueling graveyard shift in the E.R. and tromping through snow, the only things on Olivia Daughtry’s mind are a nice warm fire, a glass of chocolate wine and some quality time with her vibrator. Being interrogated by a tenacious cop wasn’t anywhere on her list of things to do. There is too much at stake for Officer Hall to follow department policies or go easy on the sexy suspect. But nurse Daughtry is one tough cookie and the harder he pushes the hotter she gets. From handcuffs and an improvised gag to little blue candies, Hall will do whatever it takes to get the correct answer to his very important question.
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Be Mine by Cerise DeLand Why shouldn’t an eligible man like Jason Sherwood plan a Valentine’s Day merger with a woman whose elegant body melted at his touch last year on February fourteenth? A mysterious woman who disappeared like a wraith. A vibrant creature who came apart in his arms like only the right woman does for the right man. But Mara Richardson left Jason for a good reason…and after a year of looking for her, he still doesn’t know why. But he has to learn. Has to get her naked, wild for him again. Give her those little sugary candies that say, Be Mine, and show her that, despite only hours with her last year, he needs her to be his. Forever.
Lust Becomes You by Desiree Holt Kylie Monroe fell in love and in lust with Sam Cooper, reaching new highs of ecstasy as they explored the world of BDSM. She foresaw a rich life together filled with love and erotic sex. When Sam dumped her to pursue success in the legal field, telling her there was "always tomorrow," she never quite recovered from the hurt. Ten years later, Kylie's still gun-shy in the love department and frustrated in the sex department. Nobody could replace Sam. Then on a snowy Valentine's Day she has an unexpected opportunity to reconnect with him. But can Sam persuade her their love is real this time? Can he woo her back with the kind of sex she'd been missing?
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