Excerpt 1:
I wish I had a booty call on speed dial.    

    Amanda hummed, her bright pink lips shining in the low light, and her crystal blue eyes narrowed. “Want to go out and find a big dick to satisfy your craving?”     

    Emily gasped and dramatically fluttered her thick black lashes, but I burst out laughing. My best friend knew me inside and out. It had been years since I had any satisfying manly action.     “I would even take a small, skillful one.” I giggled. “Or we could go shopping for something where I can choose the size.”  

    Amanda snorted. “Last time we went shopping, you bought a toy that made your pussy itch for weeks.”    

    “I’m cursed,” I breathed.     

    “You’re not cursed. One-night stands don’t agree with you; you need more. Someone you’ll see often, who can learn every intricate instruction of your body,” Emily said with a finger raised.  

    “Instruction of my body?” I gritted my teeth. “You make it sound like I’m a complicated spaceship that needs an engineer to operate.”    

    “You are,” Amanda stated.     

    “Fuck you, Mandy.”    

    “I would if I wasn’t married.” She laughed.     

    I snorted. Amanda and Nicole had had an on-and-off relationship since college. They had tied the knot after a decade of breaking up and reconciling. It was a joyous occasion to witness Amanda finally committing to Nicole after years of being scared to get married. 

    “Do you think I’m that complicated?”      

    The question slipped out of my mouth before I sealed my lips. Silence answered me, and damn it be, for shame rose in my gut. I missed having a man the most during those times, my horny times. Since my husband’s death, I hadn’t found a man who brought me to climax.    

    Not a single one.  

    Even though I was open and communicative in the bedroom, I seemed to lack something… or had too much of it? I didn’t see myself as hard to please, but maybe I was wrong.   

    “Babe, it’s not like that,” Amanda responded, but I didn’t believe her.     

    Shame poured over me like acid rain, and I choked back a sob.     

    I was complicated.     

    “Want to go out somewhere new and exciting?” Emily suggested, her radiant smile coating my discomfort with sweetness.   

    “I heard about a place in Albany called The Sultry Lounge where one might stumble across a DTF gentleman,” Amanda added.   

    I sighed and weaved my fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.  

    I’ll have to go to his place, though. “Okay. Let’s find me some spice for tonight!” I blurted.  

    Looking at myself in the tiny mirror of my compact, I brushed my hair, put on some glossy lipstick, added a touch of mascara, and smiled. I might be as complicated as a spaceship, but I was a damn fine one. A flirty kiss to my reflection later, we were on our way to The Sultry Lounge.     

 

Excerpt 2:
Daniel observed with a sly grin playing on his lips. “I have to pee,” he announced, shooting a conspiratorial look at Marcus. 

    Their shared smiles hinted at something, and as Marcus made his way to the bench, it became clear they had a plan. 

    “How about a one-on-one?” Marcus suggested. “I’ll be the ref.” 

    As the words hung in the air, a spark of competition ignited between us. I glanced at Laura with a playful grin, a question in my eyes I couldn’t resist asking. “Willing to take me on, princess?” 

    Her glare was a playful and defiant response, accompanied by an eye roll. But I didn’t care about her façade. I tossed her the ball, and she caught it gracefully. “Ladies first,” I said with a bigger grin. 

    One dribble, and her lips curled into a teasing smile. Another dribble followed, and she still maintained her position, a challenge that drew my curiosity. 

    “Waiting for me to make a move, pretty?” I jested, a question tinged with a flicker of something more. 

    A suggestive smirk stretched across her lips. “Maybe…” 

    My smile faded, replaced by genuine surprise, as her laughter erupted. In a swift motion, she broke into a sprint, her gaze focused on the net. I sprinted after her, but before I could react, her hips nudged against me, sending me off balance. My footwork faltered, and I crashed to the floor, the world spinning for an instant. In that fleeting moment of disarray, she seized the opportunity, dribbling toward the net with a triumphant shout. 

    I glanced at my son, who was sharing a chuckle with Daniel. 

    So, no ref. 

    “You like playing hard, huh?” I taunted Laura. 

    She shot back without missing a beat, her voice dripping with innuendo, “Is there any other way?” Her devilish grin was a seductive invitation, sending a steamy frenzy flowing in me. 

    I ran with all my might; the adrenaline pumped through my veins as I closed in on Laura.         She dribbled with finesse, but I was determined to steal the ball. I lunged forward, reaching out to grab it, but she spun away, her laughter vibrating in the air. 

    We played intensely, bumping into each other and blocking each other with full-body contact. The tension and friction between us were palpable, but I reveled in them. It was the first time I felt at ease with Laura, as if we were in sync on the court, and I didn’t want it to end. 

 

Excerpt 3 :
I bent more, but she tilted her head and moved so I couldn’t reach her lips. Disappointment bubbled in my stomach, threatening to overflow. But I threaded my fingers into her hair at the base of her skull, my arousal spiking at the sensation of control. 

    “Look at me,” I whispered, my fingers curling into a fist and pulling gently on her hair until our eyes met.  

    “Ben…yes,” she moaned low and raspy, making my dick twitch with an electrifying lust. I was half-excited, half-anxious. Being allowed to be a little dominant was a fucking delight, and I didn’t want to ruin any of it. I tilted my head until I could reach her mouth, and I kissed her. My lips enclosed her upper one softly.   

    Her lips were so soft and fresh.   

    I backed off a bit and went for another one. In the corner of my eye, I caught her hand coming up, so I hid my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled.    

    Laura’s hands landed softly on my jaw, pulling me in. As my heart hammered like a madman, her mouth reached mine in a gentle touch, like a butterfly landing on a cactus. I didn’t know how to respond.   

    But when a desperate sigh came out of her nose and her arms swung around my neck to push herself up, mine folded possessively around her body.  

    I pressed my lips to hers again and again, sipping at what could be. My hands dug their way under her T-shirt, and a bold grunt escaped my throat.   

    Soft skin. Soft lips. Soft breasts crushed on my chest.   

    I snapped.   

    Gentle kisses turned into voracious nibbles and licks. My dick was getting hard; my guts seemed to have liquefied. Each kiss I gave, Laura backed off, fisting my shirt and breathing heavier, so I followed, until I pinned her to the wall.   

    I had caught a fairy.    

    Holy shit.    

    Her chest rose and sank uncontrollably while the sounds she was trying to keep in turned my blood into lava.   

    I licked the seam of her lips, pleading with my tongue to let me in. As soon as she opened it, my tongue swept in to caress hers in bold strokes. My knees shook when our tongues met.     And I felt good about myself for the first time in way too long.    

    I kissed Laura until I was on the edge of losing control and backed away, breathing shakily. “Now you can go home,” I muttered, my voice gruff.   

    Her expression was one I didn’t recognize while her fingers grazed her lips as if the kisses hadn’t been real.  

    Fuck, that was sexy.  

    “Go home, Princess. Or I’m not gonna–” My sentence died on Laura’s lips.  

    In a hard motion, she fisted my shirt and pulled me down for another kiss.   

    I pushed my tongue into her mouth, reveling in the way she responded with fervor I didn’t expect. I groped her ass and squeezed until I heard a sharp squeal. Her arms flew around my neck, gripping me like I would disappear if she let go. And we were devouring each other’s mouth with greedy kisses.   

    Fuck yes.   

    Until Laura pushed me and smirked at the bulge in my jeans. “Goodnight, Ben,” she said in a sultry voice.