Combust by K. Bromberg

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Combust by K. Bromberg

“I’m going to fuck you, Dylan. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. I shouldn’t do it. I shouldn’t pull you into this, but hell if I’ll be able to stop myself until I’m buried in that hot, wet pussy of yours.”

“Tell me you want this. I need to hear you say it before we continue because once we start, we won’t be stopping for consent.”

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Melt For Him by Lauren Blakely

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Melt For Him by Lauren Blakely

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“Tell me something. Do you want me to spread you out on the bed? Take you on all fours? Bend you over? Or do you want to throw me down on the bed, climb on top of me and ride me into oblivion?” She held up one finger. “I’ll take one ticket on the ride to oblivion, please.”
“Let’s do it on the stairs,” she said. “I can’t wait.” “Trust me, I plan on fucking you on my stairs, and in my shower, and on the couch, and bent over the counter, but right now I am taking you back to my bedroom, and I am making love to you, and you’re not going to want to leave again.”

Fighting Fire Series Reading Order

Burn for Me
Melt For Him
Consumed By You

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She moaned as he spread his fingers across the soft flesh of her belly. Shivering under his touch, her back bowed and her hips jutted out.

It was an invitation, one he was damn sure he had no choice but to RSVP to. He ran his fingertips along her skin, tracing her belly button, her hips, the edge of the waistband of her shorts. He dipped his head to her neck and licked a path up her neck, her skin so hot. “I want you so much. More than I should. More than I’m supposed to. But I just don’t care because right now I want to hear the sweet, sexy sounds you make when I touch you,” he said, his voice gravelly.

“I can’t stop, either. So don’t you dare,” she said. She grappled at his shirt, her hands frantic as she pulled and tugged at his clothes, as if she couldn’t get him near enough. He felt her fingers grasping at his shorts, jerking him even closer.

He groaned as he pressed against her, his cock hard and heavy, and he wished he had a condom with him, so he could strip off her clothes, pull down his shorts, and thrust into her. He slid his hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her desire through her shorts. She gasped the second he made contact; she was so ready to have him inside her.

She moaned again, and it started as a long, low sigh that became his name. “Becker.”

“Do you have any idea how much I want to be inside you?”

She nodded against him. “As much as I want you there,” she answered quickly, her voice ragged.

“I want to bury myself inside you right now. I want to feel you gripping me,” he whispered huskily against her neck.

“And then?” she asked, rocking against his hand, greedily seeking out his fingers even through the layers between them.

“You’ll give yourself to me, spread your legs wide open, take me all the way in.”

“I will,” she said, as she shuddered in his arms. He wrapped a hand around her waist, keeping her steady.

“Then I’ll kiss you while I fuck you,” he whispered into her ear.

She gasped, and wriggled her body closer to his. “I want that. All of it. I want fucking and kissing,” she said, her breathing turning more erratic.

“I’ll fuck you like I kiss you, and kiss you like I fuck you. With nothing held back,” he said, his tongue darting against the salty skin of her neck as she trembled against him.

“Do that to me now,” she said, her breathing turning erratic, her sounds reminding him how close they were flirting with danger.

Too close.

Like the moment before a back draft.

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Burn for Me by Lauren Blakely

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What was wrong with her? She wasn’t into that kind of rough play, she didn’t need to be bitten, or manhandled, or talked to like that. But then, maybe she did, because those orgasms he delivered were the stuff you didn’t just write a poem about; those were the kind of Os that made you write an anthemic album that sold millions of copies as everyone screwed and made babies to it.
Because he was the fireman women drooled over. He was the very reason there were fireman calendars, and fireman erotica, and let’s face it, fireman fantasies.

Fighting Fire Series Reading Order

Burn for Me
Melt For Him
Consumed By You

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