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Capone
Fallen
Gliders 4
Release
Date: December 20, 2018
Keywords: MC Romance, Contemporary, Erotic,
Romance, Series, HEA
Being called a pussy and pansy-ass his
entire life led Jeremiah “Capone” Caldwell to join the Fallen Gliders, a
motorcycle gang known for its rough ways, hard partying, and womanizing. Not
that he needed help with the last. His charming smile and baby blues make it
easy to get into the panties of whatever woman he sets his eyes on.
Except for Helina Bodnar.
The sexy siren is a lawyer, an
independent spirit who refuses to bow to someone like the narcissistic assholes
from her childhood. Jaded, she judges Capone’s character by the “67” inked on
his neck, and although her body wants to let loose with the attraction sizzling
between them, she knows he’s no good for her. Giving into lust proves easier
than denying sexual gratification, however, leaving one bitter and the other
brokenhearted.
When a rat spills Glider secrets to the
police, Capone knows there is only one woman who might be able to get them off
the hook. Will he be the real man Helina longs for, the one he truly is inside,
or will the man he portrays to the world lose her forever?
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ADULT EXCERPT:
She unlocked the door of an office, but
I didn’t pay attention beyond anything but getting her alone, somewhere I could
give her what I’d denied her before she’d passed out in my arms the weekend
before. Through a reception area that smelled like new furniture, through an
inner office door, and Helina tossed her purse aside. She turned, but I stepped
close, spun her around again, pulling her back against my chest.
I
bent enough to slide my hand up beneath her skirt, my face buried in her neck.
No
fucking panties.
I
groaned in her ear while her pussy coated my hand with wetness as I cupped her.
“Christ…”
“You
had better deliver,” she said, pulling away.
The
dimness of the office barely allowed me to see two large windows with heavy
wooden blinds—closed to outside foot traffic—and a very large desk,
half-covered with papers and boxes.
Helina
hopped onto the edge and leaned back.
I
didn’t need a verbal invitation, but dropped to my knees and lifted hers,
placing her high heels on the edge of the desk. Her scent swarmed over me, and
I leaned in for a deep breath.
“So
fucking sweet.”
The
first slow lick from her ass to her clit had her cursing. The second, she
grabbed at my hair, nails digging into my scalp. “Holy shit.” She gasped as I
latched my teeth onto her clit and nibbled. “Oh…”
Smiling,
I slid lower again, licking every crease, every indent of her body, lapping up
the arousal slipping from her swollen pussy lips. Puffy and quivering, she was
slickened enough two of my fingers slid into her tight sheath with ease. I
curled my fingers and gently rubbed, finding the roughened spot that lifted her
back off the desk.
“God,
yes, right there.” She moaned and lifted her hips higher.
“You
like my fingers in you, darlin’?”
“Fuck,
yes.”
I
pumped in and out a few times, soaking up the whimpers panting past her lips.
She complained when I replaced my fingers with my mouth, but uttered another
lust-laced curse as I shoved my tongue inside of her body.
“Oh,
fuck. Don’t stop!”
Lazily,
I meandered up through her folds again until my lips brushed over her clit.
“Fuck
me with your fingers,” she said, holding my head tight to her.
Only
too happy to oblige, I did as told, pressing in deep and rubbing that elusive
spot.
“God.”
A few curses spilled from her lips as I thrust and rubbed, my teeth nibbling
away at the swollen nub, my nose buried in the trimmed hair atop her pubis.
Tangy, soft, and sweet, her pussy was better than any candy or liquor.
“I’m
going to come.” She moaned the words, her hips rocking up with every thrust of
my fingers, her thighs tightening against my ears. Holding me still as if she
could stop me from denying her again.
As fucking if.
Helina
gasped once … twice, and her back arched off the desk. With a whining cry, she
came, her pussy grasping at my fingers in pulsing waves, cum drenching my
knuckles. “Don’t. Stop.” She swallowed between the words, a half-gasped, half-moaned
intake of air on its heels as I pulled her clit taunt with my teeth. A flick of
my tongue over the hardened flesh sent another spasm through her body. “Fuck!”
Cum
gushed from her pussy, sliding down my fingers to coat my knuckles and drip to
the floor.
I
slid my tongue up atop her clit a few more times, coaxing every last whimper
from her lips. Her body released my fingers with a wet, sucking sound, and I
licked both clean, inhaling until my lungs hurt. A kiss on the inside of each
thigh, and I stood, my straining dick pressed between her lax thighs.
Helina
sighed, and I cursed the darkness of the office. I wanted to see her face, her
eyes. See the satisfaction, the bliss of a sated woman.
I
placed my hands on her knees and slid them along the insides of her thighs,
pressing between her skin and my jeans to rub my thumbs along my hard length.
“You taste even better than I remembered.”
“And
that was better than I expected.”
Grinning,
I moved back, but she grasped my wrist before I could step away.
“You’re
not done yet.”
My
brow shot up at her tone, but fuck if her bossiness didn’t twitch my already
pain-hardened cock. “That a fact?”
“Mmm.”
She sat and grabbed hold of me through my jeans, her grip bringing more pre-cum
to my dick’s throbbing head. “There’s no way in hell you didn’t stash a few
condoms in your jeans somewhere.”
“I
might have one or two.”
Helina
released me and sat back, propped up on her elbows. “Get one out. I want your
cock in me.”
I
bit back my brain’s “yes, ma’am” and offered a cocky grin even though she
wouldn’t be able to see me clearly. “Ask nicely,” I said instead, fighting at
the discomfort of the alpha male skin I’d been trying to live in for over five
years.
I
couldn’t see her glare, but sure as fuck could feel it singeing my face.
“Sheathe that hard cock and fuck me.”
© Lynn Burke 2018
ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious
gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay
Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the
reality of city life.
