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Cal eased the dress from
her shoulders and guided it down her arms. Now she stood before
them in just her black lace bra, thong, garter belt and
stockings.
    Don’s gaze glided down her body, then back
to her bosom. "Mmm. Hot lady."
    Cal dragged her against his body and
captured her lips. At the feel of his hard, hot body pressed
against her naked skin, her blood boiled with need. His tongue
drove into her mouth and she met it. Another pair of hands glided
down her back, then over her bare ass. Don stepped closer and
nuzzled her neck, sending tingles dancing along her spine. Her bra
loosened and Cal slid the straps from her shoulders. He released
her lips and eased back, drawing the bra from her body, his gaze
locked on her breasts. The nipples hardened under his intense
scrutiny.
    "God, you have beautiful breasts." He cupped
one reverently and her hard nipple pressed into his palm.
    "Fuck, no kidding." Don covered the other
one and kneaded it gently.
    She drew in a deep breath, her hormones
spiraling out of control.
    Cal kissed her neck, then down her chest. As
Don’s hand slipped away, Cal licked her nipple. She sucked in a
breath, then gasped as he took the hard nub in his mouth and
sucked. Don slid her thong over her hips and down her thighs. He
slid them to the floor and she stepped out of them, now in just her
garter belt and stockings. He kissed up the back of her calves,
then her thighs. The feel of his lips caressing her skin heightened
the sensation of Cal’s mouth moving on her nipple. As Cal licked,
Don kissed her ass.
    She sucked in a breath as his fingers glided
between her legs and along her slippery slit. Cal’s mouth found her
other nipple while he stroked the abandoned one with his
fingertips. Then he grasped the hard nub between his fingers and
squeezed. Don’s fingers slid inside her opening and her knees grew
weak.

His To Possess (Excerpt)
    by Opal Carew
    Jessica watched the busy traffic and streams
of people passing by the window as she took a last sip of coffee,
then set the empty mug on the table. One man crossing the street
toward her caught her eye. There was something familiar about his
face, but she couldn’t get a good look at him to figure out
why.
    She pulled her wallet from her purse and
placed her credit card on the bill the waitress had left on a
plastic tray on the table. Eating at this little restaurant a block
from her hotel had definitely been a good idea. The food here was
much cheaper than at the hotel restaurant and this trip to
Philadelphia was already straining her budget. Coming here for the
big career fair was worth the risk, though.
    The waitress came by and picked up her card.
As Jessica waited for her to return, she continued watching the men
and women rushing by in business attire, trying to catch sight of
the man again.
    Self-consciously, she reached behind her
head and checked her hair, which was held in a twist at the back of
her head. She didn’t usually wear her long, black hair pinned up,
but she felt it looked more professional this way. The same with
her smart charcoal gray suit and white blouse. Not her usual
attire, since the environment at her cousin’s Sally’s company,
where Jessica had last worked, had been pretty casual and everyone
who worked there normally wore jeans to the office. Thank heavens
for credit cards.
    She glanced at her watch, and her stomach
churned. She had to get going. The waitress returned with her card
and Jessica signed the slip and tucked the receipt into her wallet.
As she slipped on her coat, she noticed the man again, this time
buying a newspaper from a news stand just outside. She froze as she
realized why this man had drawn her attention.
    It was Storm.
    This man, in his expensive-looking, tailored
suit, his dark hair in a short and stylish cut, was the opposite of
the Storm she knew. Her Storm had spiky hair and was typically in
comfortable jeans and a skin-tight tank top that showed off his
muscles and tattoos, with a black