💛💛💛LOVE IN TRANSIT is LIVE!💛💛💛
One blurb.Six different stories featuring Jana Aston, Liv Morris, Ainsley Booth, BJ Harvey, Kitty French and moi, Raine Miller.
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You know those people that have a house full of motivational slogans? Embrace Every Moment, stamped on their coffee mugs. Always Kiss Me Goodnight painted above their perfectly made beds.
I’m not one of those people.
This morning I overslept, then slipped on a stray sock and banged my toe into the nightstand. The elevator in my building broke and I had to run down six flights of stairs. And then my local coffee shop was closed. For health code violations.
What’s that? Not the end of the world? You want me to suck it up?
Did I mention I’m wearing a wedding dress… on the subway?
It’s a Good Day for a Hot Mess. Someone embroider that on a pillow.
Max rests me on a hard surface I assume is the kitchen island and I shiver as he unsnaps my bra, his fingers trailing down my spine as the straps fall from my shoulders. I lift my hips as he hooks his fingers into my scrap of underwear and slides them over my hips to the floor.
“You’re lovely,” he murmurs as he drops his hands to the counter on each side of my hips and lowers his lips to mine.
“Ditto.” I grin, eyeing his chest.
“There’s that smile I’m so enamored with.” He brushes his lips across mine. “But I’m going to wipe it off your face now.”
“I like your enthusiasm.”
“I like your cock.”
“You haven’t met my cock yet.”
“I know, but you make me feel optimistic.” I bite my lip as I say it because I realize it’s true. He makes me feel hopeful. He makes me feel like me.
“Ditto,” he repeats. His voice is soft and husky. His eyes are dark and piercing, his lips warm as they meet mine, soft yet firm. Perfect.
Outside a cab honks and someone shouts an obscenity. Inside Max’s apartment I moan as he slips a finger inside of me. I groan when he makes it two and I clutch his forearms when he angles the heel of his hand over my clit.
“That’s good,” I gasp.
“I can do better than good,” he says as he drops his head to my chest, his tongue flattening across one of my nipples. I love having my tits played with and when he moves his spare hand to my other nipple and tugs I clench around the fingers thrusting inside of me. Then he chuckles and adds teeth to the mix and I’m about done for.
“That’s better than good,” I pant, my breath short.
“You’re quite the kinky girl for someone with such a sweet exterior.” He withdraws his fingers from me and wraps his lips around them.
I watch him slide his fingers slowly out of his mouth, a light pop sounding when he’s done. Then I’m scrambling off the counter and yanking at the button on his jeans, desperate to hold him, to feel him inside of me. Now.
“I’m not that sweet,” I tell him as I free the button and tug at the zipper.