The Bucket List: Caught
(The Bucket List #2) by Annie Oakfield
Contemporary
Erotic Romance
Categories: Interracial/Multicultural
Publisher: Steam
eReads
Release Date: August
15, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 16,000
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Description:
Once again Amber is up to mischief, luring her BFF and
sometimes lover, Lucy, to the bedroom section of a
department store just as the store is closing. Shy Lucy has no inkling of what
lies in store (pun intended) as Amber convinces her that it’s quite all right
to have a quiet kiss and a cuddle in the biggest, softest bed. No one is around
to stop them…
Warning: This title is intended for
readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations
(including light bondage, all forms of menage and multiple lesbian partners)
and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Teaser Excerpt:
I cursed the
evening traffic as the taxi crawled through the crowded streets. For about the
fourth time in a minute, I checked the time, then hissed out a long,
exasperated breath.
“The time ain’t
gonna go any faster, lady,” the driver said over his shoulder. I could see his
heavily-browed eyes watching me in the rear-view mirror.
“How much
further?” I snapped, then immediately wanted to apologise for my impatience..
“’Bout two
blocks,” he said. “But it’s gonna be closed by the time we get there!” He waved
a beefy hand at the dense traffic, which quite clearly had no sympathy for my
rising panic. Why the hell had Amber wanted me to meet her at that particular
store on a Friday of all nights? She must have known that I’d have almost no
chance of crossing town when everyone else was heading home to their families.
Couldn’t it have waited until a quieter evening?
“The store you
want is on this side, lady.” He swivelled in his seat and I shivered as his
gaze raked my body. I pulled at the hem of my dark office skirt, but it refused
to reach my knees. I glanced down to make sure that my boobs weren’t peeping
out from between the buttons on my blouse.
“You look like
you could make it in the next - ,” he glanced at the glowing red meter. “ – ten
minutes. If you run.”
Oh. I realised that he hadn’t been eyeing me up – rather he’d been
gauging my fitness. At least, that’s what I told myself. Anyway, he was
probably right. I would be quicker walking. This traffic was going nowhere. I
tossed him a ten and scrambled out of the cab.
“Besta luck,
lady!” he called after me as I began to power-walk my office heels past the
lethargic vehicles. Amber was going to pay for this, I decided. She’d better
have a damn good reason for putting me through this, BFF or not.
By the time I
reached the store, having had to negotiate two cross-walks, the ‘closed’ sign
was glowing on the huge glass doors. Furious, I slammed my palms against the
door - and was stunned to see it swing open.
Closed, but
not locked. Weird. Cautiously, I stepped inside,
deciding that there must still be customers inside and that the staff hadn’t
chased them all out yet. I hoped that they wouldn’t shoo me out the moment they
saw me and wondered how sympathetic they’d be towards me. If I bumped into any
male members of staff, I could always flash a bit of leg or cleavage and hope
for the best. But a female member of staff? Well, sometimes the cleavage trick
worked with them too…
Where the
hell is Amber? I brushed blonde locks from my
perspiring forehead and pulled the cell phone from my purse. The text message
was still on the screen;
“Meet me in
Wayfield’s Department Store. First floor.” I sighed and headed for the
elevator. I was already hot enough and if I had to climb a flight of stairs I’d
be sweating like a racehorse.
Or a complete
slut. I smiled at the memory. Last summer, that
vicious heat wave had peaked on the same night that Amber and I had attended a
particularly vigorous swinger’s party. We’d gone as a female-female couple, but
no-one had objected. Two more willing bodies had been very welcome. However,
the air con system had completely failed to compensate for the thirteen naked
bodies and the hosts had been forced to pass out towels and bottled water to
prevent any fainters. The sweat had gushed from me, not to mention other bodily
fluids and a very sticky Amber and I had staggered out to her sedan sans
underwear at one o’clock in the morning, our lusts thoroughly sated.
The elevator
ushered me up to the next floor in moments, disgorging me onto a wide mezzanine
floor that was filled with beds – every shape and size of bed that would grace
a family home. I stared.
Why would she
want me to look at beds? We had no need for a bed.
Amber and I had the full use of a large house whose owners were abroad for most
of the year. As house sitters, we had no need to decorate or refurnish. In
fact, I think the owners would have been rather upset if we’d changed the décor
in any way at all.
Which made
Amber’s motives even more puzzling.
And then I saw
her. As always, the sight of her made the breath catch in my throat. Also
dressed for office work, she work a tight black skirt, topped with a neatly-cut
black jacket, fastened with a single button. Beneath it she wore a contrasting
white blouse. Her raven-black hair framed her smiling face and her eyes
sparkled mischievously as she caught sight of me. She scampered towards me on
her stilettoes, never missing a step on the plush store carpet. I would have
fallen flat on my face if I’d tried to run in my heels on that carpet.
“Hey, honey,”
she grinned, exposing gleaming teeth. “You made it!”
“No thanks to
the traffic,” I said. “If I hadn’t..” My words were stifled as Amber planted a
firm kiss on my lips, effectively silencing me. Her arms snaked around my neck,
pulling me against her. She smelled amazing, even after a full day in her
office. I wished that I smelled a tenth as good as she did, but I was still hot
after my race against closing time. Her lips parted slightly and I stiffened.
Was she going to demand a full-on kiss? In the store? But I needn’t have
worried. She was only smiling. Amber released me and then dropped her hands into
mine, which were slightly sweaty. But she didn’t seem to notice.
“Come and see
what I found,” she growled happily, backing up and pulling me with her.
“Amber, what..?”
“Nope!” she
barked. “No questions! Not allowed!” She grinned at my rising eyebrows. Her
voice softened. “Just indulge me, honey,” she said, then threw me a small pout.
“Or don’t you trust me?”
“Course I trust
you, Amber,” I said. The truth was, I never knew what she was up to.
About the Author:
Annie Oakfield is a keen writer and has been penning
naughty stories since she hit puberty – and she hit it hard.
Back then, most of her stories were simply erotic
fantasies that she shared with only a few close, virginal friends. But with
time, many men, several orgies and a number of obliging couples, Annie now
writes stories that closely mirror her real-life erotic experiences.
The Bucket List was inspired by an actual list that she and three
girlfriends composed one late and wine-soaked evening.
Annie considers herself to be omnisexual (anyone,
anyplace) but she is often tickled by the phrase: ‘Bisexuals are just greedy
people.’
Connect with Annie Oakfield
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/AnnieOakfield
Pinterset:
http://pinterest.com/annieoakfield/
GIVEAWAY INFO:
Prize is winner’s choice of any Steamy eReads eBook (1 each to 3 winners). Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Sept 18. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
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Prize is winner’s choice of any Steamy eReads eBook (1 each to 3 winners). Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Sept 18. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
Tour schedule can be found at http://www.cblspromotions.com/2013/09/booktour-bucket-list-caught-bucket-list.html
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