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Monday, March 14, 2016
*** Review, Giveaway & Book Tour for BEST FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS by Candy Sloane ***
Best Friends with Benefits(Most Likely To #1)
By: Candy Sloane Releasing March 14, 2016
He looked from his denied hand to her face.
He’d played her game long enough. It was time to take control. He grabbed her
wrist, demanding her attention. “Speaking to you like a woman I’m fucking,” he
said, straddling her at the waist so she was pinned against the bed. “There is
no fucking way you are getting in that shower yet.”
She didn’t protest, didn’t do anything but
emit a delicious sigh as his cock pressed into her leg.
“We didn’t go over my rules.” He ground his
hips against hers, sheets that smelled of them the only barrier. “And the most
important one is that I get to figure out what you like first.” He punctuated
each word with a pound of his hard cock against the soft inside of her thigh.
“So I can be sure the orgasm you’re demanding is definite when I do finally
Her eyes blazed below him. She swallowed, her
lips parted. He continued to grind, and the room spun. He lifted up just enough
to pull away the sheets and straddled her again, the hot skin of her upper
thighs singeing his own. He ran his hands over her tits, the pearls of her
nipples, slowly, his fingertips sliding like oil.
“Agree?” he asked.
“Agree,” she whispered.
“How’s this?” He indicated the slow trickle
of his fingers over her nipples.
“Truthful,” he admitted. “You might not be
able to answer the next time I ask you.” He touched his mouth to them. His
hands pressed into the bed as his lips traced the arch of her tits,
feather-soft above the fabric of her tank top.
He breathed hot desire onto her nipples, and
they responded, seemed to reach for his hidden tongue. His gut exploded with
need. But he didn’t rip her shirt off and suck at her like he was desperate
to—he teased. Showing her what she had really gotten herself into.
This was not going to be a wham bam thank
you sir. Oh no, she was going to have to deal with wanting him so badly she
forgot her name.
“Take your shirt off,” he instructed.
She stared at him defiantly.
“Take your fucking shirt off and show me what
I signed on for.”
She didn’t flinch. “But I’m not wearing a
“Why do you think I want it off?” he replied,
his tongue grazing her ear.
She didn’t lose his gaze as she removed it,
though she was doing her best to keep her shivers in check as he inspected her.
“Those are some great fucking tits,” he said.
“I can’t wait until they’re putty in my hands while you ride my cock.”
Her eyes widened.
It was what he would have said to a woman he
was fucking, but the minute he saw her full B’s, creamy as vanilla ice cream,
with perky little nipples like cherries on top, taut and tight and waiting for
him, he couldn’t help picturing just that. Valerie on top of him on this bed,
taking him deep, her hands clutching the headboard as he slid inside her again
“Thanks, I grew them myself,” she joked.
He smiled, but not in amusement. “Just
thought of another rule. You need to treat me like a guy you’re just fucking.
Would you say that to a guy you’re just fucking?”
Her breath caught. “I’ve never just fucked
He knew it was true, knew why this decision
had been so hard for both of them to come to, but he wasn’t about to get caught
up in that, now that he was so close.
“Tell me to suck on them.”
Her eyes were hooded.
“You want me to, right?” He pressed into her
soft flesh, and her head lolled back in a gasp. His heartbeat hammered in time
with his cock. Fuck, the way her body responded was sexy. It knew him as well
as she did—each breath, each whimper exactly what he needed to hear.
She nodded. Her tongue darted out to wet her
“You wanted it last night, too, didn’t you?
Wanted me to take your nipple into my mouth, circle my tongue around it slowly,
and squeeze it between my lips. Give you a preview of what I’d do when I went
to work on your clit.”
Her mouth opened, but nothing came, no words,
no breath. Though he knew she was locked not in fear but desire.
Greedy lust shot into his cock. He had her.
“That’s the best part about just fucking someone. You can tell him exactly what
you want. So what do you want?”
“Valerie, do you want to play?”
Maybe he hadn’t meant his words as innuendo,
but in that moment, she couldn’t take them any other way.
She stepped closer to him. Her stomach was a
whisper away, her breasts a sigh away. So close. Surges of heat fired at her
from his back. He could probably hear her heart thrumming as she reached out
her hand, her finger paused a gasp away from his waist.
She inhaled and closed her eyes. They had
done this already. It was not difficult: trace your fingers along hisshoulder,
murmur into his ear, spin him around, kneel downin front of him,
unbuckle his belt, and take him into youreager mouth.
Her stomach was a seesaw winging up and down.
She needed to stop thinking. She needed to
do. She’d spent most of her life on pause. Except for her music, she never went
after what she wanted. She never demanded it.
That was changing this very minute.
She snaked her hand around his side,
fingertips leading the way. “Was that the only dream you had at fifteen?” She
slid her hand onto his rock-hard stomach. Crap, does he minediamonds
He tensed, then relaxed as her fingers
splayed along his abdominal muscles. Her pinky grazed his belt buckle. It was
ice cold from the air conditioning.
“Definitely not.” His breath was a heavy moan
when he turned to face her. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled
her to him in one quick motion, his eyes filled with hunger.
She inhaled sharply. She couldn’t ignore the
shock wave when his hardest parts banked up against her softest ones. But this
was her seduction, and while she wanted whatever he was about to offer her, she
wanted to give him what she’d planned all the more.
She stepped back and rolled her fingers down
his chest, the tips of them studying every rock, every crevasse. She breathed
out and gathered more courage. “Was one of them getting your dick sucked in an
Those words would have usually stayed in her
mind flipping somersaults. She stopped breathing until Alec’s eyes went dark,
and his erection pulsed against her thigh.
“At fifteen my dreams didn’t go that far,” he
“This very minute, though…” He took a finger
and slid it along her lips. “It’s at the top of my list.”
She took his finger in her mouth, worked it
in and out.
Her tongue slicked around it, giving him a
preview of what she was planning. She was woozy for what was under that belt
His breath caught. He dipped her chin back,
forcing her to let go, even as their heartbeats fought against the arcade’s
“Val.” His eyes darted like pinballs as they
grazed over her face. “What about your rules?”
Crap, maybe she couldn’t just do. Maybe all
her thinking and pausing earlier would make just doing impossible.
“Do you want me to stop?” She deposited her
hand where it had been, palm open, wrist tight against his waistband, her pinky
sliding underneath to hot skin.
“Fuck no,” he breathed. “You can feel how
hard I am for you. I just want to make sure this is okay.”
She moved slowly toward the door to close it,
hoping to increase his ache with each swing of her hips. “That’s how sure I
am,” she said, more seriously than she’d intended as she made her way back over
to him, “but right now I don’t need you to be a gentleman. I need you to pull
my hair while
I take you into my mouth, and I need you to
come at the back of my throat.” Her heart was beating like the midnight cheep
of a cuckoo clock, but she kept her words steady. “Do you think you can do
She’d never spoken to a man this way, and the
words excited her. Lust flowered in her abdomen and tumbled lower. Alec
appraised her again. Each sweep of his gaze garnered an additional heartbeat
and an additional thrum of need.
“Dirty Girl,” he finally said, straddling the
legs of his jeans wide, “none of that is going to be a problem.”