Taboo & Kinky
(Penthouse Pleasures)
by
Opal Carew, Jayne Rylon, Avery Aster
Release Date: August
22nd 2017
Genre: Erotic Romance
One luxury building holds six
penthouse apartments owned by kinky Manhattanites. Their sizzling stories will
be told throughout the Penthouse Pleasures series from New York Times
bestselling authors Opal Carew, Jayne Rylon, and Avery Aster.
From trailer trash to elite New York City
lawyer, Casey Clark has transformed her life. There’s only one change she
regrets. The one that left her blazing her trail alone.
Her tough ex-boyfriend Jace West has made
a career of protecting people in bad situations, just like he always did for
her. When Casey finds something in her new penthouse apartment that could put
her in danger, he’s the first one to volunteer to keep her body safe—even if it
puts their hearts at risk again.
Jace counts on his partner Ian to chaperone
his alone time with Casey. Instead, it seems the guy balances out Jace’s rough
edges with a suave sophistication Casey always craved. The combination has the
potential to fill the void in her life that money, power, and ambition can’t…if
she’s bold enough to take what she wants from each of them.
Venturing into taboo territory, Casey
could become the woman Jace has always needed. The kind who’s enough for not
just one super sexy man, but two of them.
She’s an innocent young woman from his past
whom he swears to protect. But the forbidden attraction between them threatens
to override all reason.
Bonus: This story includes a short erotic
audio that will melt your panties!
Kent never dreamed he’d be picking up
Christina from the police station in the middle of the night. He hasn’t seen
her since she was sixteen, but she was sweet and innocent.
When he gets there, he’s shocked to see
that she’s a full grown woman… and very sexy. And she’s been arrested for
soliciting. When she throws herself into his arms and calls him Daddy, then
begs him to pretend he’s her stepfather, he plays along.
But the echo of that whispered word in
his ear… Daddy… sets his blood on fire. He’d love nothing more than to take a
firm hand with her… in the bedroom. But that can never happen.
KINKY is the second book of the Penthouse
Pleasures series. This is a sizzling story of a young woman and the sexy older
man who captures her heart. Their story is wrought with emotion and conflict as
they struggle through the difficult journey to happiness despite past pain and
a taboo romance that should never happen.
Warning: The hero is a sexy father figure
who gets turned on when his "baby girl" calls him Daddy. And there’s
a sexy neighbor who might just join in the fun. (Translation: Ménage a trois!)
Kinky ~ 18+
Kent stepped out of
the shower and dried off then tossed the towel over the hook. He opened the
door and as soon as he stepped into his bedroom, he saw Christina standing at
the top of the stairs.
Her eyes widened,
then her gaze fell right to where it shouldn’t be.
“Christina, what the
hell?”
His heart pounded as
he grabbed the throw from his bed and draped it around his waist.
“I’m sorry.” Her face
blossomed a deep rose. “I didn’t realize the stairway led right into your
bedroom.”
“All right. But why
did you come up here?”
“I…” Her gaze had
moved from his now covered cock—which was rising to attention despite the
awkwardness of the situation—and drifted up his bare chest and settled on his
face.
“I wanted to talk,”
she said.
She drew in deep
breaths, which made him all too aware of her firm, round breasts under the thin
cotton of her pullover pajama top, and wrung her hands together. He wasn’t sure
if it was anxiety, embarrassment, or both.
Concern swelled
through him.
“What is it? Is there
something wrong?”
“No… well, yes.”
Protective instincts
bubbled through him. What was so important that she would come looking for him
in the middle of the night?
“All right. Come in
and we’ll talk."
He walked to the
couch and sat down and she walked further into the room.
He was surprised when
she sat down beside him instead of in one of the armchairs. His groin tightened
even more.
Fuck, he’d just taken
a cold shower to calm down his body from his lascivious thoughts about her. Now
with her so close, the sight of her in her pajamas—which were modest enough,
but her nipples peaked to points under the light, cotton fabric of the top—made
him want to jump under a stream of frigid water again.
He should send her
right back down those stairs. But if she needed to talk, he couldn’t turn her
away.
“I think we should
talk about what happened earlier,” she said hesitantly. “When I told you that
you were the only man I trust.”
Fuck.
“Nothing happened
earlier.”
“That’s not true. We
had a moment.” Her green gaze caught on his. “We almost kissed.”
She rested her hand
on his arm and the softness of her skin on his made him all too aware of his
nakedness. Of the intimacy of the situation. Of how easy it would be to take
her into his arms and…
He lurched to his
feet, holding the blanket securely at his waist and paced.
“I think you should
go back to your room.”
She stood up and
walked toward him, determination in her emerald green eyes.
“I’m attracted to
you.” She rested her hand on his cheek and sparks flared across his skin. “Are
you going to tell me you don’t feel the same for me?”
His jaw clenched.
“I’m old enough to be your father.”
“I’ve never had a
father in my life. I don’t know what that’s like. But with you, I’ve always
felt safe and cared for. I’ve always felt protected.”
She stepped closer
and rested her hand flat on his chest, right over his heart, which started to
pound faster. She pushed herself on her tiptoes and her lips brushed his ear.
“And I like the
feeling.”
Fuck, his cock was
aching with her so close.
She nuzzled his neck,
the light flutter of her lips on his skin sent his pulse racing.
She cupped his face
and found his mouth.
Time stood still as
the overwhelming sensations of her body against his, the delicate feel of her
tongue nudging between his lips, made his body harden.
His barriers crumbled
and his arms glided around her. He pulled her tight, his mouth opening and he
drove his tongue deep into her, tasting her sweetness.
She sucked in a
breath, then wrapped her arms tight around his neck as he plundered her mouth.
His heart pounded as
his cock swelled and he backed her up to the bed. Seconds later, she was on her
back beneath him, her breasts crushed against his naked chest. His hand glided
along her ribs, then he cupped one soft mound.
At the feel of it in
his hand, her nipple hard and thrusting upward, heat surged through him. She
arched her lower body, pressing against his aching shaft.
He tore his mouth
from hers.
“Fuck, what the hell
am I doing?”
The age thing was bad
enough, but she was a virgin, for fuck’s sake.
She stared up at him,
her eyes wide and filled with need.
“Don’t stop,” she
pleaded.
He pushed away and
surged to his feet.
“Christina, I want to
protect you… not take your virginity.”
She stood up and
grasped his hand, her small fingers curling around his.
“Please. You’re the
only one I trust enough to do this with. You can help me past my fear of being
with a man. I know you’ll be tender and loving—and won’t judge me or try to
force me into anything more.” She gazed up at him. “And that’s what I need
right now.”
She moved closer and
rested her hand on his chest.
“I think you want to
protect me like a father would.” She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and
pressed her lips to his ear. “But you’re not my father. So you can do anything
you want with me.”
She took his hand and
pressed it to her breast again. The softness of it unraveled his resolve.
She leaned close to
his ear again.
“Daddy,” she
murmured.
“Ah, fuck.”
Her hand slid to his
waist and the coverlet fell to the floor. His cock sprang upward and she
wrapped her hand around it. As her feminine fingers curled around his hard
shaft, he sucked in a breath, his blood boiling.
“I think you like me
calling you Daddy.” She kissed his ear then nibbled his lobe, sending tingles
racing along his spine.
Like was too mild a
word. It was electrifying.
She squeezed his
fingers around her breast as she ran her hand the length of his cock. When she
began to stroke him, he knew he had to stop her. His groin tightened painfully
and he was getting too fucking close too fucking fast.
He grabbed her wrist,
intent on pulling it away, but she nipped his ear, then arched her breast
tighter into his hand.
“Oh, Daddy. I love you
touching me like this.”
Fuck, he’d never been
this wildly turned on in his life.
His grip loosened and
she stroked him faster.
Without thinking, he
walked her backward until she was against the wall. She released his cock long
enough to pull her loose-fitting pajama top over her head, revealing her
generous, round breasts. His breath caught at the sight of them.
He claimed her lips,
pressing his body tight to hers, excited by the feel of her soft, naked breasts
crushed against his chest. As he claimed her with his passionate kiss, she
squeezed his cock and stroked it. Moving faster and faster.
He groaned into her
mouth. She pulled away and gazed up at him.
“Oh, Daddy, I want
you so badly,” she whispered breathily.
“Ah, fuck!” The
raging ache in his groin spiked, then incredible heat burst through him. He
groaned as pleasure surged through every part of him, and he erupted in a
fountain of hot come.
He was shocked at how
much it turned him on when she called him Daddy.
He’d just come and he
was still hard, for God’s sake.
He realized he was
leaning against her, so he drew back, still panting.
She grabbed his hand
and pulled him to the bed, then lay down on it. She pushed down her pajama
bottoms, exposing her sweet, naked pussy.
God help him.
“Please. Make love to
me now. I want you to be my first.”
He ran his fingers
over the glistening white goo on her stomach. Smearing it over her creamy skin.
Instead of answering,
he glided to his knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He widened her
legs and stared at her intimate folds.
“You’re beautiful,
baby girl. Do you like me calling you that?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.” Her
voice quivered with need.
He chuckled as he ran
his fingertips over her, feeling the slickness of her arousal. “You’re so wet
for me.”
He opened her folds
and stared at her opening, so soft and inviting.
“You want me to push
my big cock into your innocent little pussy?”
“Yes.” She licked her
lips, her eyes wide and full of desire. “Please.”
He chuckled. Fuck, he
couldn’t believe he’d soon be driving his cock into her untried passage.
Because he’d gone past the point of saying no. She wanted this. And he
certainly fucking wanted it.
He stroked over her
folds again, eliciting a soft moan. Then, watching her, he pressed his finger
inside her. Gliding in past the first knuckle, then to the second. He pushed
another finger inside, delighting at the tight grip of her around him. Her eyes
glazed and the look of need on her face made him ache to drive inside her right
now.
But instead, he
leaned forward and covered her pussy with his mouth.
“Ohhh,” she moaned.
He lapped at her
folds until he found the little button inside. Then he teased it with the tip
of his tongue.
Her fingers glided
through his hair and she pulled him tighter to her wet flesh.
“That feels so good,”
she murmured, a note of desperation coloring her voice.
“You like that, baby
girl?” he asked.
“Mmm. Yes,” she
breathed.
He sucked on her clit
and she gasped, then arched against him.
He began moving his
fingers inside her. Surging in and out as he suckled her sensitive button.
She pivoted her hips
up and down, as if riding his mouth and hand. He kept pulsing into her. His
tongue quivered over her clit.
“Oh, God…” She
gasped. “Oh, it feels so…”
Then she moaned, her
body shuddering as the orgasm claimed her. He kept his fingers moving inside
her, his tongue teasing, his gaze turned up to watch her beautiful face glowing
with bliss.
When she finally
collapsed against the bed, he slowly drew his fingers from her tight canal and
gave her one final lick, then lifted his head, smiling.
She looked so
wonderfully sated, he wondered if he should stop here. But she opened her arms
to him.
He prowled over her,
then captured her lips. She drove her tongue inside his mouth and stroked with
vigor.
“Please, now, fill me
with your big cock.”
He stared into her
wide green eyes. “Baby girl, are you really sure this is what you want?”
“Oh, yes.” She pulled
him closer and nuzzled his temple. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me now.”
Goddamn. He couldn’t
refuse her. Because he wanted this so fucking badly, too.
Jayne Rylon is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best
Indie Erotic Romance. Her stories used to begin as daydreams in seemingly
endless business meetings, but now she is a full time author, who employs the
skills she learned from her straight-laced corporate existence in the business
of writing. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, the infamous Mr.
Rylon. When she can escape her purple office, she loves to travel the world,
avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky, SCUBA dive, and–of course–read. http://jaynerylon.com
Opal Carew is the author of over a dozen romance stories
in which she makes offerings of hope, success, and love to her readers. Opal
loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork,
and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University
of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her
passions as a writer. Opal lives with her husband and two teen-aged sons in
Ontario, Canada http://www.opalcarew.com
A graduate of New York University and a resident of the
Big Apple for twenty years, New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster
writes popular fiction in several genres. Erotic Romance fans enjoy Avery’s The
Manhattanites books, while New Adult readers can’t get enough of the Undergrad
Years. For those who like a good thrill that’ll mess with their mind, check out
Avery’s Psychological Suspense series, Piper Adler and other books at www.AveryAster.com
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