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Cool air wafted across her chest.
    "Black silk. Lovely."
    His fingers glided along the top of one cup, then continued over the smooth fabric. Her hard nipple throbbed as he grazed over it.
    He chuckled. "Beautiful." He stroked her aching nub again, sending lightning pleasure spiking through her. "You're very turned on."
    His lips, warm and firm, brushed against hers, then began to move. Gently. Her lips moved with his as quivers of excitement rippled through her. His tongue glided along the seam of her lips. Then drove inside. It filled her mouth, thrusting deep. His fingers curled around her neck and he drew her closer. When his lips parted from hers, she whimpered at the loss.
    He nuzzled her neck, sending goose bumps dancing along her flesh. He laughed warmly. "You really want this."
    Oh God, he was right. She wanted this bad.
    He captured her lips again with his masterful mouth and his tongue filled her. This time, she opened for him, relaxing into his invasion. His firm tongue thrust in and out, in and out, until her heart pounded and she could barely breathe. His tongue filled her, then withdrew a little. She wanted him deep again, but he didn't thrust forward. She whimpered and nudged his tongue with hers, trying to coax him further. He glided a little deeper, but stopped. Damn. She sucked, pulling as hard as she could. He groaned, then relented. His tongue thrust into her, filling her again. Filling her mouth like she wanted him to fill her more private opening.
    He thrust several more times, storming her mouth until she was gasping, then he withdrew.
    "God, you are so sexy. And that mouth of yours is so talented," he murmured.
    He moved away, she didn't know how far, then she jumped as she felt his hot mouth on the swell of her breast. His finger stroked the top of the cup again, then he pulled it down. His lips surrounded her pebbled aureole, his tongue flicking her hard nub.
    "Oh, God," she whimpered.
    He tugged down the other cup, exposing her second nipple to the cool air, then covered it with his mouth and sucked. His fingers found the first nipple, still slick with his saliva. He toyed with it, sending wild spikes of sensation through her, shooting straight to her pussy.
    This man—this stranger —was licking and… oh, God, sucking, on her nipple. Leaving her trembling in need.

Three
     
    by Opal Carew
     
    Hot steamy dreams…
a sexy stranger…
and his two brothers…
all add up to an erotic adventure she'll never forget.
     
    Excerpt
     
    How would Lori possibly get through the weekend with Marie and her new husband, Drake, the man who still starred in her erotic dreams?
    After Lori had turned down two invitations to dinner and a couple more for drinks, always claiming work issues, Marie had finally insisted Lori give her a date when she could join them at Drake’s family cottage near Lake Simcoe, north of Toronto.
    She hadn’t wanted to drive up with them, in case she came up with a brilliant plan to cut the weekend short without hurting Marie’s feelings.
    She tucked the bouquet of fresh cut flowers under her arm and clung to the strap of her small suitcase as she rang the doorbell. The place was huge. It was more like a full-fledged home than what Lori thought of as a cottage.
    Marie opened the door and squealed, then pulled Lori inside and threw her arms around her, practically knocking the flowers flying.
    Marie pulled back and grinned at Lori, then held out her left hand and wiggled her fingers. A bright, shiny diamond glittered on her ring finger. Lori grasped Marie’s hand and stared admiringly.
    "It’s gorgeous."
    And it was. A marquis cut solitaire in a white gold setting. The matching band had a delicate pattern engraved on the surface.
    "Here, I brought some flowers." Lori handed Marie the bouquet.
    "Lovely. Thanks." She led Lori into a large, gourmet kitchen and grabbed a crystal vase from the cupboard beside the stainless steel, double door refrigerator, then filled the vase with