Jaynie Roberts unexpectedly finds herself facing another Christmas alone, nursing a sensitive heart and shattered ego.
When best friend Elle Prescott sacrifices her family holiday to stay in the city, Jaynie is completely oblivious to the deal Elle has made with her cousins in return.
The Bass twins, Mason and Xander, have marked Jaynie as theirs, long before now. With the brothers confident they are the ones to pull Jaynie from her man-hating funk, they won’t stop until they’ve broken down her barriers, unwrapped her insecurities and rescued the little minx held captive.
Unable to ignore the lust cursing through her veins and unwilling to walk away, Jaynie is powerless to stop Mason’s panty wetting seduction. Falling under his spell, Jaynie surrenders herself to a mind blowing night of passion that promises to push her limits further than she ever thought possible.
When Xander walks in, all alpha male, his mere presence demanding her attention, Jaynie is shocked and embarrassed at the way her body immediately responds to him.
At the mercy of two insatiable men, this promises to be a sinfully delicious, erotic encounter that will leave a fire in your panties, and a smile on your face.
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Like she weighed nothing, Mason lifted her onto the kitchen counter. Instinctively her arms wrapped around her tummy, to cradle the extra padding she’d come to hate, but lacked the motivation to fix with exercise and a proper diet. Mason growled at her movement, ripping her arms away and securing them at her sides. “Don’t hide from me, Jaynie.” He parted her legs until he stood between them, his mouth following the direction of his hands toward her throbbing clit. It took all her willpower to stop from pulling her arms free and pushing him lower, guiding him to the exact spot she needed him. Instead, she tried to relax into the counter, waiting for him to move beyond her chubby tummy. When his fingers finally reached her core, she murmured his name, “Mason. Please.” “What do you want, baby? Tell me,” he rasped as he rolled the thigh highs down each of her legs, until she was completely naked. Teasing her, Mason kissed the tops of her thighs, his hot breath whispering across her aroused pussy. When her only response was to thrust her hips upward, eager to feel his mouth on her clit, he backed away. “Your turn for a shot, Jaynie.” That moment would hopefully mark the only time in her life when she didn’t give a fuck about taking another shot. “Seriously?” she asked. Mason laughed, preparing the shot, and handing it to her. “Seriously. Maybe then you’ll tell me what you want.” She huffed and licked the back of her hand as Mason stood ready with the salt. She could think of better places to be licking the salt from, but Jaynie remained quiet and focused on getting his hands back on her. As she lifted the glass toward her lips, Mason readied her lemon slice in his mouth, and ran his fingers through her wet folds. Her body shuddered at the touch, then nearly choked on the tequila as he pushed his fingers deep inside her. “You’re a pro,” Mason smiled, “didn’t spill a drop.” Jaynie clenched her hands at the back of Mason’s head pulling him toward her and took his mouth, quenching her thirst, her lust on the lemon waiting there for her. His fingers thrust deep inside her, pushing her to the edge. All inhibitions she once had floated away on a lust induced, tequila cloud. Needing more from him, she met every thrust with one of her own, her hips undulating, her ass almost hanging off the edge of the counter. She was so close, yet so far from where she knew she would be in the minutes to come. Mason answered her silent needs, detouring his mouth from hers, down her body to where his fingers worked her into submission. “Tell me what you want, Jaynie.” “You know what I want,” she panted in response. “I want to hear the words, Jaynie. Say it.” Mason slowed his fingers and pulled them from her heat until they lingered at her entrance. Live or die she thought. Dirty talk wasn’t part of her vocabulary. “Fuck me with your mouth, Mason.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Maci Dillon is a self-confessed lover of chocolate, wine and mummy porn. A mother of three sporty children, Maci fits in writing between her family and full-time Marketing & PA business. Maci is a daydreamer who loves writing short, erotic scenes and loves reading M/M, ménage and sports romance. A true minx at heart, in her spare time you’ll often find her by the beach with a cocktail in hand.