As we have often mentioned, we are also Vixen Bright and Zachary Zane, that naughty duo who write steamy erotica. Since our second sizzler will be coming out in May from Carnal Passions, we'd like to offer you an excerpt to enjoy.
BOOK NOOKIE-A LIBRARIAN'S BUIDE TO THE DO-ME DECIMAL SYSTEM
She worked late, studied, hid in the library stacks, reading.
"I think tonight I shall toy with the fantasy of being a rich debutante, Clare, and my father, a baron, who had hired a virile stable boy." She read out loud a book’s inside blurb then looked at the salacious cover, "He's far less the boy, much more the stunning man."
"Thank you," rang a response.
Kathryn turned. "May I help you?"
"Might I ye?"
"Who are you?"
The handsome dark-haired man, a crescent scar filling his left cheek, wore a linen unbuttoned, sleeveless shirt displayed massive arms, while stomach muscles rippled beneath bronzed skin. With canted head, he winked, "Don't ye know?"
The familiar twinges in her pussy encouraged her to touch. His handsome features and well-developed physique spontaneously spawned those twitches. "No."
He studied her as if devouring every stitch of clothing, chewing them off of her, leaving her vulnerable and naked. "Ye called me--stunning."
Recollection snapped her eyes, as she turned to the cover of the book in her hand, stared, flashed back to the man before her and retorted, "You!" His image was on the bodice ripper's cover.
"T'is I, milady. I am Keen. Might I help ye?"
"Is this a joke?" Though anger simmered, the thought anyone cared enough to pull a prank was also flattering.
"Keen, does not joke with a goddess such as ye."
"I'm being punked aren't I?"
His pantaloons shifted. A tuff of dark hair just below his navel stole her attention. Its thickness hinted at a cock amassed in hair. Kathryn chased the fantasy away. "Well? Explain."
Keen flicked a wrist, a book fell from a shelf eight foot off of the floor and he caught it without acting as if he saw it. The man spun in a fanciful manner, winked, and placed it onto her lap. The back of his hand intentionally pushed downward onto her pussy in the brazen act of a brash cad. Once she acknowledged his naughty toying, he retreated, waved his hand over the pages, they fanned, flowed fifty deep, and stopped. "Read." He gently stroked a single finger across her cheek.
She for only a fleeting second regretted chasing that hand, that hand which expressed interest in her pussy, the first which ever had. Could she grab it, pull it back? Was it far too slutty?
Her thoughts were broken by, "Read!"
She did aloud, "Most know not the true soul of the written word. Beyond its simple story-telling lives a deeper truth. Ideas are alive and need a vehicle. The pen floating upon imagination is just that." She paused, "Ok?"
He traced one finger from temple to mouth. "Read on." He smiled, his blue eyes infesting her.
Touch me again she pined. The alpha male dominated, quieting her verbal reaction, yet, igniting the craze of her fascination about feelings.
"Very few ever become a trusted confidante of the soul of the written word. But when they do, those very words grant a special gift." She looked up. "What?"
He held his hands out to his sides, palms up as if presenting.
The man knelt before her, kissed the knuckles of her hand, stared along her dress' edge, followed the trail of her legs to her white panties.
His gaze smoldered on her pussy, warming it, as she felt it exploring. She blushed knowing he could see a lot and pushed him away.
"Finish," he instructed.
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