Brazen Seduction by Morgan Ashbury Page A

faced him.
    Today she’d pulled her wild Irish hair back, mercilessly capturing it with an elastic band. The sweats he’d given her to wear so she wouldn’t be naked on the street nearly swallowed her, even with the sleeves and legs rolled up. Altogether the look made her appear as young as a school girl.
    He knew better, of course. She was all woman.
    He cupped her face, bringing her forward. His mouth brushed back and forth, and then settled fully onto hers. Richard glided his tongue over her lips and drank deeply when she parted hers for him, when she used her tongue to taste him every bit as thoroughly as he tasted her.

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    “Thank you.”
    “For what?”
    “Trusting me. It means the world to me.”
    “How could I not trust you?”
    He thought she would say more, thought he read other words, a strong emotion in her eyes. But she left the words unsaid and because she did, he could push away that he knew they existed.
    She might think she loved him now, but he didn’t count on that lasting.
    He intended to stay his course. That meant he and Alan were, hopefully, a lifetime deal. A woman signing on to that kind of living arrangement would have to figure the same terms. She would have to love them both equally.
    He didn’t fool himself. His preferences were unique to say the least. He couldn’t expect a woman as young as Molly, with so much life experience yet to be tasted, to be willing to settle in and settle down for the long haul with two bisexual men.
    He did not doubt that whatever she felt right now, those emotions were sincere. But they were likely of the moment. This arrangement—this ménage relationship—was likely nothing more than an exciting novelty to her.
    So he wouldn’t likely have her forever. But while he had her, he sure as hell planned to enjoy her.
    He stroked her face, looked down at her body. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me my clothes back. Right now.”
    “Now there’s a surprise.”
    He couldn’t keep his grin from going wide when she stood and shucked his sweats. Then she straddled him. Taking his hands, she placed them on her breasts.
    “I need your hands on me. I need your cock in me.”
    “You’ll have them. Set your hair free.” Brazen Seduction
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    He loved the way annoyance flashed across her face. She didn’t want to take the time away from what she wanted and needed. She wanted the main prize, and she wanted it now.
    He would have to teach her what it meant to be a sub. When it came to this, to the sex that already sizzled so hot and good between them, she needed to learn patience.
    Maybe he’d introduce her to the concept of tantric love. What a nice thought! He could easily imagine her sputtering and demanding when he withheld orgasm from her time and time again. Ah, but there were definite limits to his own patience so that, unfortunately, wouldn’t likely happen. He caressed and stroked her breasts, keeping his touch light, and enjoyed the sight of her nipples beading. No tantric love, but he could still withhold the orgasm from her.
    “I’m going to go catch the noon news headlines on the tube.
    You’ve got about ten minutes to get packed and get dressed.”
    “You’re going to go watch television now ?” No mistaking the sulk in her voice or the pout on her face. “Yes.
    You want my hands and my cock and you’ll have them. When I’m ready to give them to you.”
    He thought she’d say something more, but she just got off him and yanked open one of her drawers, temper giving the action a little extra force.
    Smiling, Richard got off her bed. He couldn’t resist the cliché of swatting her ass as he went past her on his way to the living room. He thought she might have growled, but he didn’t call her on it.
    He didn’t really want to watch the noon news, but flicked on the television anyway. He turned the volume to a just audible level and let the images and sound become background buzz as his thoughts centered on