X-Rated
Down
and Dirty
Lily
Harlem
Genre:
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher:
All Romance eBooks
Date
of Publication: 12/1/2016
ISBN:
978-1-945193-80-4
ASIN:
B01N02GECX
Word
Count: 21000
Cover
Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book
Description:
This
weekend, Polly and Lucan work the kinks into their relationship.
When
Polly is caught in a compromising position with a toy and a hardcore
video, she doesn't think her husband will ever go near her again. She
feels twisted, nothing like the sweet wife he married. Little does
she know, she's awakened a monster by prodding Lucan's sexual beast
and making him sit up and take notice.
Finally.
What
about Lucan's needs? He's been so busy at work that things have
gotten out of his grip to the point he can't even remember his
fantasies.
During
a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to
never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how far they'll go
to please the other, or how well matched their particular variety of
kinks are.
Excerpt:
Polly glanced at her
watch as she stepped into the house. Good, she had plenty of time to
indulge herself before Lucan came home. She shut the door and ignored
a bill that lay on the mat.
All day she’d
steamed through her to-do list, knocking each thing off with a tick
of satisfaction. She’d even forgone lunch, choosing to eat her
salad at her desk. Her colleagues had soon taken the hint, when she’d
given one-word answers to their chatty questions, she just wasn’t
in the mood.
Some solo fun was
what she needed before Lucan walked through the door. He’d toss his
keys into the ceramic bowl on the dresser in the hallway, hang his
jacket in the cupboard and then plant a chaste kiss on her cheek.
She’d bet money on him commenting on “thank goodness it’s the
weekend,” then he’d put on his old Oasis t-shirt and worn jeans,
and pop a beer.
She’d cook, they’d
watch TV, then it would be their usual Friday night missionary sex
beneath the duvet. The highlight of his week, he always told her
afterwards as he pulled his boxers back on.
Trouble was, their
sex routine had become so stale if it were bread it wouldn’t be any
good for even the ducks. He tweaked her nipples, rubbed her clit for
thirty seconds and then pushed in. After that it was a predictable
four minutes until he came.
Polly never did.
She’d tried to
push him onto his back so she could climb on top and get herself off,
encouraged a little oral fun with a sexy whisper, even hinted that
they take a trip to a sex shop for some toys. Her suggestions were
met with a big strong body that had only one plan for their bedroom
sequence and, much to her dismay, had fallen on deaf ears.
Maybe she hadn’t
been firm or loud enough.
For as long as she
could remember, frustration burned hotly through her veins. It was an
itch she couldn’t scratch. A longed for possession she would never
afford. And she had no idea what to do about it.
Until, that was, a
few weeks ago.
She’d been
scrawling through Facebook on her laptop when she’d seen a Gucci
handbag on sale—the GIF flashing excitedly—and clicked the link.
Only it wasn’t a handbag sale, not by a long shot. Before she knew
it a porn site had filled her screen and the wails of a woman in the
throes of climax echoed around the room. She’d been alone but still
glanced about the kitchen, embarrassed at the wild cries of release.
As she’d watched,
heat had traveled up Polly’s spine and her cheeks had flushed.
She’d squirmed on the seat and curled her toes in her fluffy pink
slippers. The woman on screen was getting a good seeing to, the black
man she was with pounding into her hard and fast. The camera angles
were rude and crude, up close and personal. A big dark cock
disappeared over and over into her wet, pink pussy.
Polly had stared
wide-eyed, knowing she should turn it off. The link could be full of
bugs or viruses or whatever else infected computers. But she
couldn’t, she was utterly mesmerised.
The woman’s
breasts jiggled, the camera gave a shot of the man’s ass cheeks as
he thrust with ever-increasing speed.
Polly clenched her
internal muscles as another shout of “It’s here, oh yes, oh yes,
fuck me, fuck me harder,” rattled from her laptop speakers.
The man groaned,
deep and guttural, a sound that spoke to Polly. When had she last
heard Lucan moan like that? He seemed to hold his pleasure in, a few
panting breaths, a low rumble in his throat perhaps. Why couldn’t
he let go? Allow his release to be unharnessed and escape wild and
free. It wasn’t as if they had any children to worry about, their
house was their own, they had all the privacy a married couple
needed.
Quickly Polly dumped
her work-bag on the counter. She reached into the fridge for a bottle
of Chardonnay and poured herself a large glass. Then, with her laptop
under her arm, she headed up the stairs.
The cat was on the
bed. “Tilly, come on, out you go. I don’t want an audience,”
she said as she tugged the covers.
Tilly voiced a quick
complaint then sauntered from the room. She’d likely been asleep
all day so Polly didn’t feel guilty. Her own needs were greater and
they needed seeing to.
After taking a few
more big sips of wine, she began to strip. When she was down to
knickers and bra she flicked on the shower in the en suite. She had
at least an hour and a half before Lucan came home. The traffic was
always heavy on the ring road on a Friday with everyone escaping
London for the weekend. Perhaps he’d be even later than she
expected. But she couldn’t count on that, she had to presume he’d
be in at the earliest time possible.
She pulled the
curtains closed, even though it was still daylight, then shucked her
underwear.
Humming a happy
tune, she twisted her hair on the top of her head and stepped into
the stream of warm water. She filled her palms with coconut scented
shower gel and rubbed it over her breasts. Her nipples spiked and she
held her face to the water, letting it tap on her eyelids and run
over her lips. Her breasts were heavy and had always been very
sensitive, especially on the outer curves. She adored having the skin
there lightly brushed, stroked, caressed, because it sent a tingle to
her clit. Shame Lucan only thought it was her nipples that needed
stimulating.
Had he always been
that way?
About
the Author:
Lily
Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of erotic
romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic
including HarperCollins, All Romance eBooks, Totally Bound, Pride,
Evernight, and Stormy Nights Publishing. Her work regularly receives
high praise and industry nominations.
Before
turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and
her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night
Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily
also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, Bite Mark,
Shared, and Cold Nights, Hot Bodies have been blessed with many 5*
reviews.
Lily
writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1
spot on Bestseller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today
Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark
Warriorand you can grab Part One of her series Caught on Camera for
FREE! Don’t miss HOT ICE, a popular hockey series, again first book
FREE!
One
thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is
it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
For
more information on other books by Lily, visit her website:
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