Title: Taboo & Daddy (Penthouse Pleasures)
Author: Opal Carew, Jayne Rylon, Avery Aster
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 22, 2017
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Author: Opal Carew, Jayne Rylon, Avery Aster
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 22, 2017
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
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One luxury building holds six penthouse apartments owned by kinky Manhattanites. Their sizzling stories will be told throughout the Penthouse Pleasures series from New York Times bestselling authors Opal Carew, Jayne Rylon, and Avery Aster.
From trailer trash to elite New York City lawyer, Casey Clark has transformed her life. There’s only one change she regrets. The one that left her blazing her trail alone.
Her tough ex-boyfriend Jace West has made a career of protecting people in bad situations, just like he always did for her. When Casey finds something in her new penthouse apartment that could put her in danger, he’s the first one to volunteer to keep her body safe—even if it puts their hearts at risk again.
Jace counts on his partner Ian to chaperone his alone time with Casey. Instead, it seems the guy balances out Jace’s rough edges with a suave sophistication Casey always craved. The combination has the potential to fill the void in her life that money, power, and ambition can’t…if she’s bold enough to take what she wants from each of them.
Venturing into taboo territory, Casey could become the woman Jace has always needed. The kind who’s enough for not just one super sexy man, but two of them.
From trailer trash to elite New York City lawyer, Casey Clark has transformed her life. There’s only one change she regrets. The one that left her blazing her trail alone.
Her tough ex-boyfriend Jace West has made a career of protecting people in bad situations, just like he always did for her. When Casey finds something in her new penthouse apartment that could put her in danger, he’s the first one to volunteer to keep her body safe—even if it puts their hearts at risk again.
Jace counts on his partner Ian to chaperone his alone time with Casey. Instead, it seems the guy balances out Jace’s rough edges with a suave sophistication Casey always craved. The combination has the potential to fill the void in her life that money, power, and ambition can’t…if she’s bold enough to take what she wants from each of them.
Venturing into taboo territory, Casey could become the woman Jace has always needed. The kind who’s enough for not just one super sexy man, but two of them.
Taboo
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Bonus: This story includes a short erotic audio that will melt your panties!
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Kent never dreamed he’d be picking up Christina from the police station in the middle of the night. He hasn’t seen her since she was sixteen, but she was sweet and innocent.
When he gets there, he’s shocked to see that she’s a full grown woman… and very sexy. And she’s been arrested for soliciting. When she throws herself into his arms and calls him Daddy, then begs him to pretend he’s her stepfather, he plays along.
But the echo of that whispered word in his ear… Daddy… sets his blood on fire. He’d love nothing more than to take a firm hand with her… in the bedroom. But that can never happen.
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DADDY is the second book of the Penthouse Pleasures series. This is a sizzling story of a young woman and the sexy older man who captures her heart. Their story is wrought with emotion and conflict as they struggle through the difficult journey to happiness despite past pain and a taboo romance that should never happen.
Warning: The hero is a sexy father figure who gets turned on when his "baby girl" calls him Daddy. And there’s a sexy neighbor who might just join in the fun. (Translation: Ménage a trois!)
Daddy
Daddy
Kent stepped out of the shower and dried off then tossed the towel over the hook. He opened the door and as soon as he stepped into his bedroom, he saw Christina standing at the top of the stairs.
Her eyes widened, then her gaze fell right to where it shouldn’t be.
“Christina, what the hell?”
His heart pounded as he grabbed the throw from his bed and draped it around his waist.
“I’m sorry.” Her face blossomed a deep rose. “I didn’t realize the stairway led right into your bedroom.”
“All right. But why did you come up here?”
“I…” Her gaze had moved from his now covered cock—which was rising to attention despite the awkwardness of the situation—and drifted up his bare chest and settled on his face.
“I wanted to talk,” she said.
She drew in deep breaths, which made him all too aware of her firm, round breasts under the thin cotton of her pullover pajama top, and wrung her hands together. He wasn’t sure if it was anxiety, embarrassment, or both.
Concern swelled through him.
“What is it? Is there something wrong?”
“No… well, yes.”
Protective instincts bubbled through him. What was so important that she would come looking for him in the middle of the night?
“All right. Come in and we’ll talk."
He walked to the couch and sat down and she walked further into the room.
He was surprised when she sat down beside him instead of in one of the armchairs. His groin tightened even more.
Fuck, he’d just taken a cold shower to calm down his body from his lascivious thoughts about her. Now with her so close, the sight of her in her pajamas—which were modest enough, but her nipples peaked to points under the light, cotton fabric of the top—made him want to jump under a stream of frigid water again.
He should send her right back down those stairs. But if she needed to talk, he couldn’t turn her away.
“I think we should talk about what happened earlier,” she said hesitantly. “When I told you that you were the only man I trust.”
Fuck.
“Nothing happened earlier.”
“That’s not true. We had a moment.” Her green gaze caught on his. “We almost kissed.”
She rested her hand on his arm and the softness of her skin on his made him all too aware of his nakedness. Of the intimacy of the situation. Of how easy it would be to take her into his arms and…
He lurched to his feet, holding the blanket securely at his waist and paced.
“I think you should go back to your room.”
She stood up and walked toward him, determination in her emerald green eyes.
“I’m attracted to you.” She rested her hand on his cheek and sparks flared across his skin. “Are you going to tell me you don’t feel the same for me?”
His jaw clenched. “I’m old enough to be your father.”
“I’ve never had a father in my life. I don’t know what that’s like. But with you, I’ve always felt safe and cared for. I’ve always felt protected.”
She stepped closer and rested her hand flat on his chest, right over his heart, which started to pound faster. She pushed herself on her tiptoes and her lips brushed his ear.
“And I like the feeling.”
Fuck, his cock was aching with her so close.
She nuzzled his neck, the light flutter of her lips on his skin sent his pulse racing.
She cupped his face and found his mouth.
Time stood still as the overwhelming sensations of her body against his, the delicate feel of her tongue nudging between his lips, made his body harden.
His barriers crumbled and his arms glided around her. He pulled her tight, his mouth opening and he drove his tongue deep into her, tasting her sweetness.
She sucked in a breath, then wrapped her arms tight around his neck as he plundered her mouth.
His heart pounded as his cock swelled and he backed her up to the bed. Seconds later, she was on her back beneath him, her breasts crushed against his naked chest. His hand glided along her ribs, then he cupped one soft mound.
At the feel of it in his hand, her nipple hard and thrusting upward, heat surged through him. She arched her lower body, pressing against his aching shaft.
He tore his mouth from hers.
“Fuck, what the hell am I doing?”
The age thing was bad enough, but she was a virgin, for fuck’s sake.
She stared up at him, her eyes wide and filled with need.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He pushed away and surged to his feet.
“Christina, I want to protect you… not take your virginity.”
She stood up and grasped his hand, her small fingers curling around his.
“Please. You’re the only one I trust enough to do this with. You can help me past my fear of being with a man. I know you’ll be tender and loving—and won’t judge me or try to force me into anything more.” She gazed up at him. “And that’s what I need right now.”
She moved closer and rested her hand on his chest.
“I think you want to protect me like a father would.” She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his ear. “But you’re not my father. So you can do anything you want with me.”
She took his hand and pressed it to her breast again. The softness of it unraveled his resolve.
She leaned close to his ear again.
“Daddy,” she murmured.
“Ah, fuck.”
Her hand slid to his waist and the coverlet fell to the floor. His cock sprang upward and she wrapped her hand around it. As her feminine fingers curled around his hard shaft, he sucked in a breath, his blood boiling.
“I think you like me calling you Daddy.” She kissed his ear then nibbled his lobe, sending tingles racing along his spine.
Like was too mild a word. It was electrifying.
She squeezed his fingers around her breast as she ran her hand the length of his cock. When she began to stroke him, he knew he had to stop her. His groin tightened painfully and he was getting too fucking close too fucking fast.
He grabbed her wrist, intent on pulling it away, but she nipped his ear, then arched her breast tighter into his hand.
“Oh, Daddy. I love you touching me like this.”
Fuck, he’d never been this wildly turned on in his life.
His grip loosened and she stroked him faster.
Without thinking, he walked her backward until she was against the wall. She released his cock long enough to pull her loose-fitting pajama top over her head, revealing her generous, round breasts. His breath caught at the sight of them.
He claimed her lips, pressing his body tight to hers, excited by the feel of her soft, naked breasts crushed against his chest. As he claimed her with his passionate kiss, she squeezed his cock and stroked it. Moving faster and faster.
He groaned into her mouth. She pulled away and gazed up at him.
“Oh, Daddy, I want you so badly,” she whispered breathily.
“Ah, fuck!” The raging ache in his groin spiked, then incredible heat burst through him. He groaned as pleasure surged through every part of him, and he erupted in a fountain of hot come.
He was shocked at how much it turned him on when she called him Daddy.
He’d just come and he was still hard, for God’s sake.
He realized he was leaning against her, so he drew back, still panting.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed, then lay down on it. She pushed down her pajama bottoms, exposing her sweet, naked pussy.
God help him.
“Please. Make love to me now. I want you to be my first.”
He ran his fingers over the glistening white goo on her stomach. Smearing it over her creamy skin.
Instead of answering, he glided to his knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He widened her legs and stared at her intimate folds.
“You’re beautiful, baby girl. Do you like me calling you that?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.” Her voice quivered with need.
He chuckled as he ran his fingertips over her, feeling the slickness of her arousal. “You’re so wet for me.”
He opened her folds and stared at her opening, so soft and inviting.
“You want me to push my big cock into your innocent little pussy?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips, her eyes wide and full of desire. “Please.”
He chuckled. Fuck, he couldn’t believe he’d soon be driving his cock into her untried passage. Because he’d gone past the point of saying no. She wanted this. And he certainly fucking wanted it.
He stroked over her folds again, eliciting a soft moan. Then, watching her, he pressed his finger inside her. Gliding in past the first knuckle, then to the second. He pushed another finger inside, delighting at the tight grip of her around him. Her eyes glazed and the look of need on her face made him ache to drive inside her right now.
But instead, he leaned forward and covered her pussy with his mouth.
“Ohhh,” she moaned.
He lapped at her folds until he found the little button inside. Then he teased it with the tip of his tongue.
Her fingers glided through his hair and she pulled him tighter to her wet flesh.
“That feels so good,” she murmured, a note of desperation coloring her voice.
“You like that, baby girl?” he asked.
“Mmm. Yes,” she breathed.
He sucked on her clit and she gasped, then arched against him.
He began moving his fingers inside her. Surging in and out as he suckled her sensitive button.
She pivoted her hips up and down, as if riding his mouth and hand. He kept pulsing into her. His tongue quivered over her clit.
“Oh, God…” She gasped. “Oh, it feels so…”
Then she moaned, her body shuddering as the orgasm claimed her. He kept his fingers moving inside her, his tongue teasing, his gaze turned up to watch her beautiful face glowing with bliss.
When she finally collapsed against the bed, he slowly drew his fingers from her tight canal and gave her one final lick, then lifted his head, smiling.
She looked so wonderfully sated, he wondered if he should stop here. But she opened her arms to him.
He prowled over her, then captured her lips. She drove her tongue inside his mouth and stroked with vigor.
“Please, now, fill me with your big cock.”
He stared into her wide green eyes. “Baby girl, are you really sure this is what you want?”
“Oh, yes.” She pulled him closer and nuzzled his temple. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me now.”
Goddamn. He couldn’t refuse her. Because he wanted this so fucking badly, too.
Her eyes widened, then her gaze fell right to where it shouldn’t be.
“Christina, what the hell?”
His heart pounded as he grabbed the throw from his bed and draped it around his waist.
“I’m sorry.” Her face blossomed a deep rose. “I didn’t realize the stairway led right into your bedroom.”
“All right. But why did you come up here?”
“I…” Her gaze had moved from his now covered cock—which was rising to attention despite the awkwardness of the situation—and drifted up his bare chest and settled on his face.
“I wanted to talk,” she said.
She drew in deep breaths, which made him all too aware of her firm, round breasts under the thin cotton of her pullover pajama top, and wrung her hands together. He wasn’t sure if it was anxiety, embarrassment, or both.
Concern swelled through him.
“What is it? Is there something wrong?”
“No… well, yes.”
Protective instincts bubbled through him. What was so important that she would come looking for him in the middle of the night?
“All right. Come in and we’ll talk."
He walked to the couch and sat down and she walked further into the room.
He was surprised when she sat down beside him instead of in one of the armchairs. His groin tightened even more.
Fuck, he’d just taken a cold shower to calm down his body from his lascivious thoughts about her. Now with her so close, the sight of her in her pajamas—which were modest enough, but her nipples peaked to points under the light, cotton fabric of the top—made him want to jump under a stream of frigid water again.
He should send her right back down those stairs. But if she needed to talk, he couldn’t turn her away.
“I think we should talk about what happened earlier,” she said hesitantly. “When I told you that you were the only man I trust.”
Fuck.
“Nothing happened earlier.”
“That’s not true. We had a moment.” Her green gaze caught on his. “We almost kissed.”
She rested her hand on his arm and the softness of her skin on his made him all too aware of his nakedness. Of the intimacy of the situation. Of how easy it would be to take her into his arms and…
He lurched to his feet, holding the blanket securely at his waist and paced.
“I think you should go back to your room.”
She stood up and walked toward him, determination in her emerald green eyes.
“I’m attracted to you.” She rested her hand on his cheek and sparks flared across his skin. “Are you going to tell me you don’t feel the same for me?”
His jaw clenched. “I’m old enough to be your father.”
“I’ve never had a father in my life. I don’t know what that’s like. But with you, I’ve always felt safe and cared for. I’ve always felt protected.”
She stepped closer and rested her hand flat on his chest, right over his heart, which started to pound faster. She pushed herself on her tiptoes and her lips brushed his ear.
“And I like the feeling.”
Fuck, his cock was aching with her so close.
She nuzzled his neck, the light flutter of her lips on his skin sent his pulse racing.
She cupped his face and found his mouth.
Time stood still as the overwhelming sensations of her body against his, the delicate feel of her tongue nudging between his lips, made his body harden.
His barriers crumbled and his arms glided around her. He pulled her tight, his mouth opening and he drove his tongue deep into her, tasting her sweetness.
She sucked in a breath, then wrapped her arms tight around his neck as he plundered her mouth.
His heart pounded as his cock swelled and he backed her up to the bed. Seconds later, she was on her back beneath him, her breasts crushed against his naked chest. His hand glided along her ribs, then he cupped one soft mound.
At the feel of it in his hand, her nipple hard and thrusting upward, heat surged through him. She arched her lower body, pressing against his aching shaft.
He tore his mouth from hers.
“Fuck, what the hell am I doing?”
The age thing was bad enough, but she was a virgin, for fuck’s sake.
She stared up at him, her eyes wide and filled with need.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He pushed away and surged to his feet.
“Christina, I want to protect you… not take your virginity.”
She stood up and grasped his hand, her small fingers curling around his.
“Please. You’re the only one I trust enough to do this with. You can help me past my fear of being with a man. I know you’ll be tender and loving—and won’t judge me or try to force me into anything more.” She gazed up at him. “And that’s what I need right now.”
She moved closer and rested her hand on his chest.
“I think you want to protect me like a father would.” She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his ear. “But you’re not my father. So you can do anything you want with me.”
She took his hand and pressed it to her breast again. The softness of it unraveled his resolve.
She leaned close to his ear again.
“Daddy,” she murmured.
“Ah, fuck.”
Her hand slid to his waist and the coverlet fell to the floor. His cock sprang upward and she wrapped her hand around it. As her feminine fingers curled around his hard shaft, he sucked in a breath, his blood boiling.
“I think you like me calling you Daddy.” She kissed his ear then nibbled his lobe, sending tingles racing along his spine.
Like was too mild a word. It was electrifying.
She squeezed his fingers around her breast as she ran her hand the length of his cock. When she began to stroke him, he knew he had to stop her. His groin tightened painfully and he was getting too fucking close too fucking fast.
He grabbed her wrist, intent on pulling it away, but she nipped his ear, then arched her breast tighter into his hand.
“Oh, Daddy. I love you touching me like this.”
Fuck, he’d never been this wildly turned on in his life.
His grip loosened and she stroked him faster.
Without thinking, he walked her backward until she was against the wall. She released his cock long enough to pull her loose-fitting pajama top over her head, revealing her generous, round breasts. His breath caught at the sight of them.
He claimed her lips, pressing his body tight to hers, excited by the feel of her soft, naked breasts crushed against his chest. As he claimed her with his passionate kiss, she squeezed his cock and stroked it. Moving faster and faster.
He groaned into her mouth. She pulled away and gazed up at him.
“Oh, Daddy, I want you so badly,” she whispered breathily.
“Ah, fuck!” The raging ache in his groin spiked, then incredible heat burst through him. He groaned as pleasure surged through every part of him, and he erupted in a fountain of hot come.
He was shocked at how much it turned him on when she called him Daddy.
He’d just come and he was still hard, for God’s sake.
He realized he was leaning against her, so he drew back, still panting.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed, then lay down on it. She pushed down her pajama bottoms, exposing her sweet, naked pussy.
God help him.
“Please. Make love to me now. I want you to be my first.”
He ran his fingers over the glistening white goo on her stomach. Smearing it over her creamy skin.
Instead of answering, he glided to his knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He widened her legs and stared at her intimate folds.
“You’re beautiful, baby girl. Do you like me calling you that?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy.” Her voice quivered with need.
He chuckled as he ran his fingertips over her, feeling the slickness of her arousal. “You’re so wet for me.”
He opened her folds and stared at her opening, so soft and inviting.
“You want me to push my big cock into your innocent little pussy?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips, her eyes wide and full of desire. “Please.”
He chuckled. Fuck, he couldn’t believe he’d soon be driving his cock into her untried passage. Because he’d gone past the point of saying no. She wanted this. And he certainly fucking wanted it.
He stroked over her folds again, eliciting a soft moan. Then, watching her, he pressed his finger inside her. Gliding in past the first knuckle, then to the second. He pushed another finger inside, delighting at the tight grip of her around him. Her eyes glazed and the look of need on her face made him ache to drive inside her right now.
But instead, he leaned forward and covered her pussy with his mouth.
“Ohhh,” she moaned.
He lapped at her folds until he found the little button inside. Then he teased it with the tip of his tongue.
Her fingers glided through his hair and she pulled him tighter to her wet flesh.
“That feels so good,” she murmured, a note of desperation coloring her voice.
“You like that, baby girl?” he asked.
“Mmm. Yes,” she breathed.
He sucked on her clit and she gasped, then arched against him.
He began moving his fingers inside her. Surging in and out as he suckled her sensitive button.
She pivoted her hips up and down, as if riding his mouth and hand. He kept pulsing into her. His tongue quivered over her clit.
“Oh, God…” She gasped. “Oh, it feels so…”
Then she moaned, her body shuddering as the orgasm claimed her. He kept his fingers moving inside her, his tongue teasing, his gaze turned up to watch her beautiful face glowing with bliss.
When she finally collapsed against the bed, he slowly drew his fingers from her tight canal and gave her one final lick, then lifted his head, smiling.
She looked so wonderfully sated, he wondered if he should stop here. But she opened her arms to him.
He prowled over her, then captured her lips. She drove her tongue inside his mouth and stroked with vigor.
“Please, now, fill me with your big cock.”
He stared into her wide green eyes. “Baby girl, are you really sure this is what you want?”
“Oh, yes.” She pulled him closer and nuzzled his temple. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me now.”
Goddamn. He couldn’t refuse her. Because he wanted this so fucking badly, too.
Opal Carew is the author of over a dozen romance stories in which she makes offerings of hope, success, and love to her readers. Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passions as a writer. Opal lives with her husband and two teen-aged sons in Ontario, Canada http://www.opalcarew.com
Avery Aster: A graduate of New York University and a resident of the Big Apple for twenty years, New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster writes popular fiction in several genres. Erotic Romance fans enjoy Avery’s The Manhattanites books, while New Adult readers can’t get enough of the Undergrad Years. For those who like a good thrill that’ll mess with their mind, check out Avery’s Psychological Suspense series, Piper Adler and other books at www.AveryAster.com
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