Dare to Love by user (fun books to read for adults .txt) 📕

Finally, he drew her clit between his lips, gently scraping his teeth over it while at the same time sliding three fingers into her gate. It was too much and she lost it, falling

hard into an incredibly intense orgasm.

He’s going to give her the Christmas gift of her dreams…in triplicate.

Unwrapped

© 2007 Jaci Burton

When Justin Garrett accidentally views Amy Parker’s private online journal, he sees

the cold corporate exec in a brand new light. It seems the icy, unapproachable Amy has

fantasies. Fantasies that both appall and intrigue her.

No one knows the real Amy Parker, and she’s satisfied to keep it that way. A woman

with kinky tastes wouldn’t cut it in the straight-laced law firm where she’s fought her

way to partnership. And she certainly refuses to let an underling use her to advance in the

firm. Justin Garrett might be brilliant, gorgeous, and sexy as hell, but he’s firmly restricted to her fantasies and that’s where he’ll stay.

While working together on a corporate acquisition in Hawaii over the Christmas holidays, Justin sets out to make Amy’s secret fantasy come true—a night of passion with

two men who adore her. And he knows the ideal other man to help Amy unwrap the

perfect Christmas gift.

But first he has to melt her heart and convince her he sees her as a woman, not a rung

to climb on the career ladder. In fact, by giving Amy exactly what she’s always wished

for, Justin hopes to climb right into her heart.

This title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, ménage a trois, a trip to Hawaii and maybe a glimpse of Santa on a surfboard.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Unwrapped:

The sand was hot. She hurried to the water’s edge, relieved when the waves lapped at

her feet and ankles. It was cold. She needed the cool water to knock some sense into her.

As soon as she was in waist high, she dove in, letting the waves crash over her.

It was heaven. She swam out a few yards, loving the feel of the waves undulating under her. It was incredibly freeing, and oh so relaxing. She finally stopped, treading

water and feeling for footing, landing on a sandbar. She stood in the water up to her

breasts. Mitch swam up next to her and grinned as he stood up, shaking his head.

“Now that was refreshing,” he said with a wide grin.

“Yes it was. I needed that.”

She screamed when arms encircled her waist and swept her off her feet. Flailing about, she turned, realizing she was being held in Justin’s arms.

“You scared the hell out of me,” she said, splashing water in his face.

He shook his head and laughed. “Thought I was a shark, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” All too aware of how good it felt to be nestled against his chest, she said,

“You can put me down now.”

One raven brow arched. “Oh, I don’t think so.” Instead, he bent a bit, then lifted her,

clear out of the water, and she went sailing in the air, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Instead of landing somewhere in the water, she was caught by another set of strong arms.

This time, it was Mitch.

She glared at both of them. “You guys are not funny.”

“We think we are,” Mitch said, cradling her close, turning her toward him so her breasts were mashed against his chest. “You’re safe with us, Amy. Don’t worry.” She wasn’t worried at all. Justin swam up and linked hands with Mitch underneath

her, dropping her into the middle between them. She lay in their arms in the water,

cradled against their chests while the two of them carried on a conversation about sports,

seemingly ignoring her. It was a man hammock. She was comfortable, safe, and absolutely petrified. She was a sandwich in the middle of two amazingly desirable men.

Finally, she relaxed, letting her head rest against Justin’s chest as they rocked her back and forth, the sound of their voices a constant comfort. She closed her eyes and let

the sun bake her, the waves lapping over her skin.

She imagined the two of them taking her right there in the water, stripping off her top

and each of them sucking a nipple into their greedy mouths, licking and biting until she

writhed on top of the waves and begged them to fuck her. Her pussy clenched and she

whimpered with need. Too long. She’d waited too long for an orgasm. Too long for a

man. She craved strong, callused hands between her legs, searching her swollen slit and

pumping fingers into her core, caressing her clit until she cried out in climax and demanded a hot cock to replace those fingers.

Maybe Santa would bring her that for Christmas. A nice fantasy come true in her stocking.

She smiled. Then felt the press of lips against hers.

Her eyes drifted open and Justin’s face loomed in front of hers.

A million words hovered on her lips, all of them denial, every single one of them obliterated when his mouth came down on hers again, this time harder, hungrier.

She

gasped against him and his tongue slipped between her teeth, finding hers. It was an

electric shock, a velvet fire as he licked her, his lips doing dangerous things to her senses.

He dragged her upright. She bobbed in the water, her legs adrift, her arms clasping

around his neck as he drove into her mouth with more intent.

She’d always known there was a primal side to Justin, this barely unleashed animal

he kept tucked away in business suits. Now he was letting it out, letting her see it, and she

couldn’t get close enough to this side of him. She wanted more.

But another set of arms came around her, dragging her away from Justin. Justin smiled at her, nodded, and as she was turned she found Mitch in front of her, his hands

slipping around her waist to draw her against him. Her heart slammed against her ribs,

her mind nothing but liquid. She couldn’t think this through.

“Don’t,” Mitch said. “Don’t think about it. Just let it happen.”