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Fated
To Be
Finding
Justice - unedited
"The door's locked," she whispered back.
"How
did you . . ."
"I
heard the lock click." She moved
back, and stood and kicked off her sandals.
Lifting her hands to the neck of her dress, she slowly slid the zipper
down.
"Thea,
baby, this really isn't the best place."
"I
know, but this room is part of who you are.
It's where you're the most tense and where you need to relax the
most." With a flutter, her dress
dropped to the floor and she stood clad in only a peach bra and matching
panties. His mouth went dry.
Where
before he'd guessed at her curves, now he had proof.
While petite, she wasn't dainty by any stretch.
She had a woman's curves; full hips, round breasts and firm thighs that
could crush a man between them.
Reaching
behind her, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Jacob stood and gently cupping her breasts in his hands.
He couldn't help wondering if he was insane for doing this, here in a
courthouse. But, at that moment,
there was nowhere he'd rather be than in her arms, in this chamber.
The smell of the old tomes had always been soothing, but mixed with the
delicate strains of her perfume and her arousal; it was a heady combination.
His
body felt less tense, but his heart was racing.
Thea slid against him, her supple little body curling around him, her
hands busy removing his clothing before he was even aware of it.
"Make
love to me, Jacob." The sensual
plea in her voice was more delicious than any aphrodisiac, and he was powerless
to resist.
Lifting
her in his arms, he carried her to his desk and sat her on the top.
Her hands continued to pull against his belt while he worked on slipping
free of his shoes and socks.
When
his belt slipped free, her slender hands worked his button and zipper, and like
her dress, his pants whispered to the floor.
Stepping free of them, his quickly unbuttoned his shirt, feeling more
like a high school student in the back of his mom's car than a judge, who had
sat the bench for a decade.
Embracing
Destiny - unedited
Crossing
the room, to return to him, she took his breath away.
The woman had no ideas what she did to him, with the soft sway of
her hips, her legs slightly rubbing with each step.
Aphrodite walked that way, but being the Goddess of love and
beauty, she took such things as having men fall at her feet drooling to be
a requirement. Luckily as a
God, he was exempt.
Yet
Destiny, with her unconscious mimicry of that stride, had him ready to
drop to his knees and worship her.
Unable
to take any more, he moved toward her and pulled her into his arms, his
hands going to the small of her back.
Their lips met halfway, and Apollo groaned at how sweet it was.
Like
many of the Gods, he had a reputation for being a hard-case but with
Destiny he felt softer. Not
even Daphne had made him feel this way.
As
she pressed close, there was no way she couldn't be aware of his state
of arousal, but she moved tight against him--almost like she was trying to
climb inside of him.
"Make
love to me Apollo," she gasped, her lips tracing down his cheek to his
neck, where she nipped and kissed as he picked her up in his arms.
Following her directions, mumbled against his skin, he soon found
the bedroom. Laying her gently
on the bed, he followed her down and covered her with his body.
Through the open door he could hear the sultry strains of jazz
music.
His
fingers deft with centuries of practice, he unbuttoned her shirt and
pulled it from her slacks. Her
breasts were covered in a simple white bra, with just the barest of lace
around the edges. He found it
more seductive than many of the outlandish lingerie he had been tempted
with over time.
Between
the cups nested the clasp, begging to be undone.
Dipping his head, he pressed kisses along the undersides of her
breasts and down alone the curve of her stomach, until she was gasping
beneath him. Destiny reached
over him and unclasped her bra, gripped his hair and pulled him up to her.
Playing
For Keeps
Worshiped
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Her eyes widened when Pothos suddenly swooped down, and kissed her.
It was like a damn burst within her, and all her hopes and fears
rushed out, swirling around her in a maelstrom of emotion that
threatened to drown her.
Her
hands clutched his upper arms, holding onto him for dear life as she
responded to his kiss. She
could feel Himeros pressing against her back as he straddled the bench,
but it didn't make her feel trapped.
When
Himeros' hands cupped her breasts through the silk of her toga, she
whimpered and arched back against him.
Pothos growled in response, his hands tangling in her hair,
jerking it free of it confines.
Pressed
between two powerful Gods, she began to get an inkling of what other
women meant when they talked about being swept away by lust.
Strangely excited, rather than put off by the fact that two men
were seducing her, Alicia gave herself up to the sensations rushing
through her . . .
A
Wish and a Threesome
- unedited
Athena’s
strong arms wrapped around Nike’s waist, her battle roughened palms
sliding over the bare skin of her midriff.
They had made love just hours before, but already her body was
awakening to her lover’s touch.
“You’re
here Chris because I have taken a special interest in you.
I issued the invitation.” Nike
jerked at her lover’s words.
“Why?”
Rather
than answer him, Athena stood and shrugged her shoulder, sending the
toga sliding off of her body. As
striking as one of the famed Amazon warriors, the Goddess was toned and
yet shapely. She wasn’t
held to mortal standards of strength, but rather that of the Gods.
Her form sleek and lush, Athena was almost overwhelming at first
glance. Despite her auburn
hair being cut short, she was very much a sensual woman.
As
Athena held out her hand, Nike was helpless to do anything other than
let her lover pull her to her feet.
She had long fantasized about Athena joining her exploits with
men, but the Goddess had always held back, claiming she wasn’t
interested in the male of the species.
Occasionally a mortal male had piqued her interest, but the fancy
passed long before it could come to fruition.
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