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“Yes!” she gasped, eager for it, working hard toward her own climax now, the heat building between them, skin gleaming with sweat. The slippery friction between them was almost enough to take her there. “Oh, fuck! Henry! Give me all your hot fucking cum!”
“Ahhhh God!” He growled deep in his throat, shoving so hard she knew she was going to have lines of bruises on the front of her legs from the edge of the desk, but she didn’t care. She came, too, shuddering on the surface of the little table, the whole thing shaking with their motion.
“Good boy!” she gasped. “That’s my good boy, fill my pussy! Come for me!”
Her pussy snapped closed around his throbbing cock again and again with her orgasm. She milked every inch of him, drawing as much of his cum as she could from his balls, as if she could empty him completely, contain him within her forever.
Henry collapsed over her to catch his breath.
“Are you ready for my fantasy now?” he whispered, brushing hair out of her face to kiss her damp cheek.
“Any time you are.” She smiled, but her heart hurt as he slipped out of her.
She wanted to keep him.
“Get out of these clothes.” He helped her stand, glancing up and down at the outfit. “Not that I’m not enjoying them. I have ideas for that ruler. But it will have to wait.”
“What do you want me to wear?”
“This.” He handed her a white, silk robe the Baumgartners had given her the first Christmas they’d visited. Henry was pulling on jeans, a t-shirt. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” Rallying herself as fast as she could manage, she called out after him, “I love you Henry. No matter what. I’m completely yours.”
“I love you too.” He looked perplexed, but then his face broke out into a full smile again, like a kid in a cookie jar. “Two minutes.”
So she was close. It wouldn’t be long.
By the time Libby had undressed and put on the robe, she stood by the bed, unsure of how to arrange herself on it. How did you present yourself to your boyfriend’s other girl? The woman he wanted to bring into your bed, into your relationship?
Suddenly, the idea of another woman made the room seem small, suffocating. She leaned down, practically fell onto the bed as the start of what had to be a panic attack hit her. Grasping her chest, she focused on her breathing to calm it. Hearing him approach the door, she froze, puzzled, as she only heard one set of footsteps. No click of heels across the linoleum. No soft whispers.
Henry entered alone, carrying a cafeteria tray with two books on it. Coming to where she sat on the bed, he knelt on the floor in front of her.
Libby sat, still panicked, gasping for breath, looking behind him, sure that Toni Franklin would appear with that sultry smile, a throaty laugh.
“Libs…” Henry swallowed, holding the tray out, and she looked down, finally seeing.
The two books were the ones from the library,
Teaching Kids to Read for Dummies
and
The Idiot’s Guide to the Kama Sutra
. The former was the book he’d come in looking for that first day, and the latter was the one Libby had pulled from the shelves for him with his transposed call numbers.
“Where did you get these?” They were the actual library books, with the call numbers on the side. “I was looking for them the other day. You had them?”
“Yep.” He smiled. “Open this one. Check the old card pocket.”
He tapped his finger on the yellow and black cover of
Teaching Kids to Read for Dummies.
With a shaky hand, she slowly opened the cover. Would it be a letter? Toni’s phone number? What could this possibly be about? When would he ask her for his fantasy?
Nestled in the card pocket was a folded piece of paper.
“Make my greatest fantasy come true,” she read aloud. So this was it. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at him. “What’s your greatest fantasy, Henry?”
“You.”
She swallowed. “And?”
“Just you.” He put the tray aside, taking her hand in his. “You’re my greatest fantasy. Libby, I love you. Will you be my wife, the one and only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with—heart, body and soul?”
“What?” She couldn’t quite believe it. Was she hearing him right? “Are you… do you mean it?”
“Did you ever doubt it?”
She shook her head, afraid to admit that yes, she had. She had doubted. But she didn’t anymore.
“Yes,” she choked out. “Yes! Yes!”
“Then open the other book and reach into that card pocket,” he instructed as he wiped at her tears. They were falling fast now, making everything a blur.
In the card pocket of the other book, she found a ring.
Not just any ring. She recognized it, even though her hand shook as she held it up to the light.
“Your mother was wearing this,” Libby whispered. “When we were there, over New Year’s…”
“It’s a family ring.” He smiled. “You’re going to be my family now.”
“Oh Henry.” She put her arms around him, crying and laughing at the same time. She let him slip it on her finger, a perfect fit. “I’m so stupid. Oh Henry, I’m a complete idiot.”
She buried her face against his neck, still crying and laughing.
“What’s the matter?” He looked at her, cocking his head. “Are you okay?”
“I thought—” She gave a strangled half-snort and gulped. “I thought you were going to ask… I thought you wanted to include Toni. In our relationship. I thought your fantasy was to bring her into our bed.”
“What?” Henry gaped at her, wide-eyed. “Where in the world did you get that idea?”
“I heard you talking to her the other day when I stopped by her office to walk home with you,” she confessed, face reddening at the memory. She’d put two and two together all right. But she’d come up with the complete wrong answer. “You thanked her for helping with my surprise. I thought you… I was sure you wanted a polyamorous relationship like your parents.”
“What?” Henry let out a little laugh. “You really let that whole thing go to your head, didn’t you?”
He shoved the tray aside so he could climb up on the bed, pulling her into his lap.
“I’m so stupid.” Libby sniffed, putting her arms around his neck, frowning. “But I really thought… what did Toni do? To help with my surprise?”
“We left in such a rush after New Year’s I forgot the ring,” he admitted sheepishly. “Toni was going back there, to finalize the sale of her house. Toni picked it up for me, that’s all.”
“Really?” Libby brightened, all doubt finally fleeing her mind.
“Really,” he assured her, pressing his forehead to hers. “Libby, I only want
you
. I love you. And, my fantasy this Valentine’s Day, is to make love to you as my fiancée.”
Her heart nearly stopped at his words before it began thudding fast and hard in her chest as he pulled her into him and kissed her like he’d never kissed her before. All the clichés of Valentine’s Day went off in her head like fireworks—poetry and love songs, hearts and flowers—and she understood every single one of them as she kissed her future husband, a man she didn’t want to and wouldn’t ever have to share.
His Valentine’s Day fantasy was better than she could ever have imagined.
He was hers.
The End
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By Selena Kitt
Read the uber-hot, fun-in-the-sun, coming-of-age book that started it all!
Ronnie, now a college freshman, has been babysitting for the Baumgartners so long, she’s practically a member of the family.
When Mrs. Baumgartner—who insists on calling her Veronica—invites Ronnie along on their yearly vacation, the nanny jumps at the chance.
There’s no way she’s going to turn down an opportunity to work on her tan in the Florida Keys with Doc and Mrs. B!
But Ronnie isn’t the only one with ulterior motives.
The young co-ed discovers that the Baumgartners have wayward plans for their au pair that are going to lead places she could have only imagined.
Note: This wicked hot sun and sand coming of age story will seduce you as quickly as the Baumgartners seduce innocent Ronnie and leave everyone yearning for more!
Excerpt From BABYSITTING THE BAUMGARTNERS:
When my legs felt steady enough to hold me, I got out of the shower and dried off, wrapping myself in one of the big white bath sheets. My room was across the hall from the bathroom, and the Baumgartner's was the next room over. The kids' rooms were at the other end of the hallway.
As I made my way across the hall, I heard Mrs. B's voice from behind their door. "You want that tight little nineteen-year-old pussy, Doc?"
I stopped, my heart leaping, my breath caught. Oh my God. Were they talking about me? He said something, but it was low, and I couldn't quite make it out. Then she said, "Just wait until I wax it for you. It'll be soft and smooth as a baby."
Shocked, I reached down between my legs, cupping my pussy as if to protect it, standing there transfixed, listening. I stepped closer to their door, seeing it wasn't completely closed, still trying to hear what they were saying. There wasn't any noise, now.
"Oh God!" I heard him groan. "Suck it harder."
My eyes wide, I felt the pulse returning between my thighs, a slow, steady heat. Was she sucking his cock? I remembered what it looked like in his hand--even from a distance, I could tell it was big--much bigger than any of the boys I'd ever been with.
"Ahhhh fuck, Carrie!" He moaned. I bit my lip, hearing Mrs. B's first name felt so wrong, somehow. "Take it all, baby!"
All?! My jaw dropped as I tried to imagine, pressing my hand over my throbbing mound. Mrs. B said something, but I couldn't hear it, and as I leaned toward the door, I bumped it with the towel wrapped around my hair. My hand went to my mouth and I took an involuntary step back as the door edged open just a crack. I turned to go to my room, but I knew that they would hear the sound of my door.
"You want to fuck me, baby?" she purred. "God, I'm so wet ... did you see her sweet little tits?"
"Fuck, yeah," he murmured. "I wanted to come all over them."
Hearing his voice, I stepped back toward the door, peering through the crack. The bed was behind the door, at the opposite angle, but there was a large vanity table and mirror against the other wall, and I could see them reflected in it. Mrs. B was completely naked, kneeling over him. I saw her face, her breasts swinging as she took him into her mouth. His cock stood straight up in the air.
"She's got beautiful tits, doesn't she?" Mrs. B ran her tongue up and down the shaft.
"Yeah." His hand moved in her hair, pressing her down onto his cock. "I want to see her little pussy so bad. God, she's so beautiful."
"Do you want to see me eat it?" She moved up onto him, still stroking his cock. "Do you want to watch me lick that sweet, shaved cunt?"
I pressed a cool palm to my flushed cheek, but my other hand rubbed the towel between my legs as I watched. I'd never heard anyone say that word out loud and it both shocked and excited me.
"Oh God, yeah!" He grabbed her tits as they swayed over him. I saw her riding him, and knew he must be inside of her. "I want inside her tight little cunt."
I moved the towel aside and slipped my fingers between my lips.
He's talking about me!
The thought made my whole body tingle, and my pussy felt on fire. Already slick and wet from my orgasm in the shower, my fingers slid easily through my slit.
"I want to fuck her while she eats your pussy." He thrust up into her, his hands gripping her hips. Her breasts swayed as they rocked together. My eyes widened at the image he conjured, but Mrs. B moaned, moving faster on top of him.
"Yeah, baby!" She leaned over, her breasts dangling in his face. His hands went to them, his mouth sucking at her nipples, making her squeal and slam down against him even harder. "You want her on her hands and knees, her tight little ass in the air?"
He groaned, and I rubbed my clit even faster as he grabbed her and practically threw her off him onto the bed. She seemed to know what he wanted, because she got onto her hands and knees and he fucked her like that, from behind. The sound of them, flesh slapping against flesh, filled the room.
They were turned toward the mirror, but Mrs. B had her face buried in her arms, her ass lifted high in the air. Doc's eyes looked down between their legs, like he was watching himself slide in and out of her.
"Fuck!" Mrs. B's voice was muffled. "Oh fuck, Doc! Make me come!"
He grunted and drove into her harder. I watched her shudder and grab the covers in her fists. He didn't stop, though--his hands grabbed her hips and he worked himself into her over and over. I felt weak-kneed and full of heat, my fingers rubbing my aching clit in fast little circles. Mrs. B's orgasm had almost sent me right over the edge. I was very, very close.
"That tight nineteen-year-old cunt!" He shoved into her. "I want to taste her." He slammed into her again. "Fuck her." And again. "Make her come." And again. "Make her scream until she can't take anymore."
I leaned my forehead against the doorjamb for support, trying to control how fast my breath was coming, how fast my climax was coming, but I couldn't. I whimpered, watching him fuck her and knowing he was imagining me ... me!
"Come here." He pulled out and Mrs. B turned around like she knew what he wanted. "Swallow it."
He knelt up on the bed as she pumped and sucked at his cock. I saw the first spurt land against her cheek, a thick white strand of cum, and then she covered the head with her mouth and swallowed, making soft mewing noises in her throat. I came then, too, shuddering and shivering against the doorframe, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
When I opened my eyes and came to my senses, Mrs. B was still on her hands and knees, focused between his legs--but Doc was looking right at me, his dark eyes on mine.
He saw me. For the second time today--he saw me.
My hand flew to my mouth and I stumbled back, fumbling for the doorknob behind me I knew was there. I finally found it, slipping into my room and shutting the door behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding, my pussy dripping, and wondered what I was going to do now.