The Werewolf's Babysitter (a paranormal shapeshifter erotica)
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Sprache:Englisch
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Format
ePUB
Kopierschutz
Ja
Family Sharing
Ja
Text-to-Speech
Ja
Erscheinungsdatum
06.10.2013
Verlag
Rose BlackSeitenzahl
(Printausgabe)
Dateigröße
144 KB
Sprache
Englisch
EAN
9781501449970
When Chloe gets a call for a last minute babysitting job, she can't resist the sexy stranger's voice over the phone... Her new client is even sexier in person, but it turns out he's got a secret. He's a werewolf, and the animal in him can't resist the new babysitter!
WARNING! This 5,000 word story contains very graphic descriptions of smoking hot sexual acts between a sweet babysitter and a dangerously sexy werewolf. It is intended for MATURE audiences only!
Here's a taste: He let out a low growl that certainly didn't sound human, and then his big, strong arms were around me. I let out a yelp of surprise as he pulled me to him, pressing me against his strong, naked chest. His hand went to my chin and he tilted my head up. His lips crashed into mine. I moaned and my mouth opened, welcoming the kiss and then returning it enthusiastically. My hands went to his face, his stubble scratching my palms as I held him close to me. The kiss was intense, hungry, full of fire. Without breaking our kiss, Jack lifted me up and set me down on the breakfast bar, putting me at his level. My legs went around his waist, pulling him closer to me and holding him there. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, thrilling in the feel of the taut muscles under his hot skin. Jack broke our kiss and trailed his mouth over my jaw and down to my neck, leaving a hot trail. I tossed my head back and a deep groan escaped my lips. "God damn, you smell good," Jack murmured, his lips still pressed against the tender flesh of my throat. I sighed my reply, reveling in the feel of his soft lips and his rough stubble against me, sending shivers of pleasure through me. His mouth continued travelling downward, over my collarbone and every inch of my chest that my shirt left exposed. When he reached the top of my shirt, he took the thin cotton between his teeth, and I heard a loud rip as he tore the offending material away from me...
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