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Veronica Saves the Balloons【電子書籍】[ Tony Leo ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞"Veronica Saves the Balloons" is an enchanting story with brilliant, vivid illustrations, about a young girl who discovers she is the only one who can help her new friends from the Land of the Balloons. Veronica finds herself on an adventure to save a little balloon trapped alone in the woods!＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	1,436円
Englelig - 1【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sj?strand ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞En nervepirrende, tempofyldt historie om den ondskab, der ligger skjult under overfladen hos tilsyneladende helt almindelige mennesker.＜/p＞＜p＞En seriemorder huserer i Stockholms fashionable kvarter omkring Stureplan, og byen lever i r?dsel. Gerningsmands-profileren Althea Molin bliver bedt om at deltage i efterforskningen, men t?ver. Hun er for nylig kommet hjem fra New York og pr?ver at komme sig efter et brutalt overfald. Til sidst takker hun ja og bliver trukket ind i en intens jagt p? gerningsmanden, alt imens politiet betvivler hendes ukonventionelle metoder. Snart viser det sig, at gerningsmanden er t?ttere p?, end Althea nogensinde kunne have anet …＜/p＞＜p＞"Englelig" er f?rste bog i serien om den egenr?dige Althea Molin fra Stockholms politi.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	1,454円
Blackmail! My Roommate's Slutty Asian Girlfriend【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Buddy is a shy nerd that lives in fear of his crazy roommate, Evan. Unfortunately, Buddy can't keep his eyes off Evan's Vietnamese girlfriend. She just loves tantalizing the poor nerd with her body! When Buddy accidentally records Ivy in a compromising position, he gains the power to make her do whatever he wants. Now he's going to punish this dirty Asian slut for teasing him all these months!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞In the mornings, Ivy frequently entered the kitchen in nothing but her panties. I'd be eating cereal and suddenly those big breasts would bob through the doorway. I'd spit out my milk and she'd sneer and call me a pervert. I couldn't pull my eyes away, and Ivy would stand at the fridge defiantly while she chugged whatever juice I'd bought that week. One time she wiped her mouth and said, "If you don't stop staring, I'll tell Evan. And he'll pound your scrawny butt."＜/p＞＜p＞By Senior year, she was practically living in the apartment.＜/p＞＜p＞In a way, Ivy was no different than any of Evan's previous hookups. She was into him for his drugs, and his violence, and his flagrant disrespect for just about everyone and everything. She dressed trashy, she talked trashier, and the tramp stamp tattooed over her butt was identical to half the women he'd brought home that year. But I quickly learned that Ivy Tran was not like those girls. Those girls, for the most part, ignored me. Few of them acknowledged my presence at all. I was furniture, or at best a pet. Personally, I liked it better that way. I think Ivy knew that, and that's why she got so much pleasure from messing with me.＜/p＞＜p＞Ivy Tran was a cruel, calculating, self-centered sadist. Evan had no idea what he'd stumbled into with her, and I was too terrified of both of them to explain. She was smarter than any girl he'd beddedーnot in the book smarts way but in the manipulative mind games way. It was evident in her eyes from the very first day we met. Even high, her chocolate irises gazed back with defiant delight.＜/p＞＜p＞Ivy Tran was born and bred to cause misery to men and women alike. I once saw her try to claw the face off a girl because she'd given Ivy the side eye. They got into a fist fight right on our doorstep that resulted in Ivy sporting a black eye for days. Evan thought it was hilarious.＜/p＞＜p＞The girl didn't work. She relied on Evan for most of her needs, though she did occasionally refer to a much-beleaguered family somewhere in the city that paid half her tuition. The other half came from a student loan that will never be paid back. Astonishingly, she did go to Belleville, but whether she was a Freshman or Senior I had no idea. She was hot as hell, but her face and body betrayed no exact age. "She's legal," is all Evan would say on the subject.＜/p＞＜p＞After enduring the couple's company for a year, I knew only two things for sure: Ivy liked to have sex, and she liked to fight. Her filthy little heart craved the stimulation. She treated boredom like it was lethal. Once, while Evan was hustling and she was stuck inside the apartment for too long, she took nude pictures of herself and sent them to his friends. When word got back to him, he stormed into the apartment and screamed that she was a slut.＜/p＞＜p＞I was at my wit's end. I couldn't sleep, I was afraid all the time, and the constant reminder that my brute of a roommate was with his hot, Asian slutーwhile I was hornier and lonelier than I'd ever been in my adolescent lifeーwas just too much to handle.＜/p＞＜p＞And then it got weird.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Blackmail! My Boyfriend's Hunky Father【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Leah's boyfriend is such a bore. He's not a bad guy, he'd just rather play video games than take her to bed. So what's a horny girl to do? Seduce her boyfriend's hunky father, of course! Tim is a grouch, but he's so handsome and strong. Just the thought of his biceps makes her tingle. Leah knows it's wrong to want this hot older man, but she just can't help herself! Maybe he'll notice her if she sends some naughty selfies to his phone...＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Tim definitely liked the lace cutaway teddy that opened over my belly and came together just between my thighs. His eyes were dinner plates when I bumped the door open with a playful twist of my butt. "Tada!" I sang.＜/p＞＜p＞It was a shiny red number that gave me more cleavage than Tim had probably ever seen (at least on a buxom 19-year-old like me). The panties matched and were soft as silk, shiny.＜/p＞＜p＞"I-" he stammered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmhmm," I agreed. I felt wicked. I struck another pose in the open doorway. I stuck my knee out and balanced my foot on the doorjamb and ran my hands back through my hair. "What do you think, Mr. Davies? Don't I look famous or something?"＜/p＞＜p＞"It's. Leah, I think I should g-"＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, but…!" I skipped forward and took his hands. My breasts bobbed like jellyrolls (and probably looked just as sweet, all in red). I backed up with him into the dressing room. "How can you pay for it if you don't even know what it looks like?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Leah, I'm- Oh." He suddenly realized we were going into the dressing room together. "We're not supposed to-"＜/p＞＜p＞"Andrea doesn't mind." I pulled him inside and shut the door. We were standing together in the cramped little closet with just the full length mirror in front of us and my clothes on the floor. I posed in front of the mirror and stuck my butt out.＜/p＞＜p＞I leaned forward so that my chest hung down and touched the mirror with my hands, and wiggled happily. "Now, the only problem is, I think maybe it's a little too tight. What do you think?"＜/p＞＜p＞His eyebrows came together. "I should go."＜/p＞＜p＞"No, you need to help me. I definitely think you should help me." I played with the cups and cinched them up higher, pretending to study myself in the mirror. I made the prancing seem completely natural. I'm a pro at it. I made it really cute. "What do you think of that?" I said.＜/p＞＜p＞"It's good, Leah. It's-"＜/p＞＜p＞"Hm, good might not be good enough, though. I should look REALLY good in this. You don't think I look REALLY good?" I twirled in place like a dancer and turned my foot up behind me. I bounced up and placed an affectionate little kiss on his chin. "Do you think I look REALLY good?"＜/p＞＜p＞Maybe I was being unfair. The pain in his eyes was so palpable. I could see every little thing he wanted to do to me, and every little thing that was holding him back. "Yes," he breathed.＜/p＞＜p＞"I think I have something even cuter. Do you want to see it?"＜/p＞＜p＞His forehead was wet. He was actually sweating.＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh..." I said softly. My hand slid down his chest, down his belt. I gave him a slow, gentle squeeze. "Oh, I'm not trying to tease you...I just want to know what you really think."＜/p＞＜p＞Tim. Big strong Tim. Big mean Tim. Big grumpy Tim. He shuddered so hard he nearly collapsed on top of me. "Leah," he gasped. "You don't understand. It's been so long. I want to tear you apart."＜/p＞＜p＞"Sure you do," I whispered. I went up on my toes again and kissed his firm lips. "Now turn around, and don't peek while I change into my skirt."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Blackmailed! By My Husband's Kinky Father Book 6 of "Blackmail!"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞It's the night before Emily's wedding. She should be thrilled. Instead, she's burning with guilty desire. Sean, her fiance's father, is a silver fox. Tall and dangerous, he's used to getting what he wants. Emily's helplessly attracted to this older man, and he knows exactly what to say to turn her on. She wants to resist, but her lust leads her astray. She likes being a bad girl, and her fiance’s too good to treat her like one. Tonight, the father is going to cuckold the son!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞My bottom tingled. His voice was deep and commanding, and he had the charm of a serpent (with all that that entailed). "I told you I'm getting married," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞"I saw the ring when I walked in."＜/p＞＜p＞I smirked. "That tells me so much about you."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Yeah," I said. "You're just a dirty old man."＜/p＞＜p＞"And you're looking for someone to give you a spanking."＜/p＞＜p＞My sudden laugh was a way to relieve the pressure in my stomach. It was a way to hold him at arm's length while my cheeks betrayed me. I was blushing. No, I was flushing. If he could see under my clothes in that moment he'd know my skin was reddening all over. I felt the heat on my tummy, down my hips, and the steady pump of blood to my...＜/p＞＜p＞When I didn't answer him, he took a step closer. "Am I wrong?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm working," I whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞"So am I." He dropped his book and pulled me into his arms. I couldn't resist his strength, nor could I muster the will to tell him no. When he wrapped me against his chest, my fingers pressed into his solid muscle (partially to verify he wasn't some figment of my oversexed imagination). He knew exactly what to say; he'd sensed my arousal immediately and skillfully prodded all my buttons. He was smooth but not slimy, confident but not cocky, graceful and sure in his movements as he was in his grooming. He was all class, and totally dangerous, and he proved that in his kiss. He didn't care that I was working, and he grabbed me to find out if I did either. His tongue was a tease, his lips firm and flavored with mint and Marlboros.＜/p＞＜p＞"You want to get off right now?" he whispered into my chin.＜/p＞＜p＞"I-I can't," I stammered.＜/p＞＜p＞"You can," he said. "I'm giving you permission."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh God," I groaned, and braced myself for the second kiss. His big hand massaged my tender bottom while his arms folded me into an even tighter embrace. "Am I so obvious?"＜/p＞＜p＞"You like a man who takes charge," he said. "I know you do."＜/p＞＜p＞"You don't know anything about me," I whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞"And you like that, too."＜/p＞＜p＞It was insane. I'd never felt such instant attraction to a man in the flesh. David was handsome, and sweet, and that was why I'd let him take me to bed. I loved him, yes, but I'd grown to love him. This stranger, I didn't even know his name, but I was suddenly imagining him taking me in the alley behind the bookstore. I didn't love him - hell, I could never love a man like him, he was a red flag personified - but oh, how I wanted to use him. I wanted him to use me.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Confessions of a Naughty Invisible Man - Volume 3【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Something is happening to Dr. Abner Beal. He's spent the last nine years developing a serum to turn soldiers invisible, and now he's finally done it. It was his life's work...but his life isn't over. For the first time in years, Abner's heart is overcome with emotion. He feels strange and vulnerable, and alone. When his wife decides to separate from him, he finds himself torn between two very different women: His seductive co-worker who wants him for his brain, and his daughter's best friend who wants him for his body. What is a naughty invisible man to do?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞The defiant universe brought her running to her door just as I turned to mine. She saw me, pulled her earbuds, and jogged over the grass.＜/p＞＜p＞"Good morning."That was a surprise. It wasn't "Mr. Beal" or "Professor," it was just "good morning." I pushed aside the ridiculous thought that I might have been on her mind."How far did you get this morning?" I asked.She grinned. "You wouldn't believe me."I wiped my neck with my wet shirt and leaned back, arms crossed, ready to disbelieve.Her eyes flitted, once, to my glistening chest, and returned to meet my gaze. "I got to the new mall."I had to laugh. The girl was no joker. She had run six miles to the construction site on the outskirts of downtown, and then back again."You must have been going easy on me the other night," I said. "I passed you earlier and I only made it half as far."She took the hem of her shirt and used it to wipe the sweat drops above her lip. Her body was flushed and wet, and the glimpse of her taut stomach pulled at the nerves in my core. I was overwhelmed by an intense desire to take her in my arms. This girl was no older than my daughter, and yet..."Where did you go?"I shook myself from my reverie. "Miles away," I murmured. "I mean, just to the quarry. More thinking than running this morning."She nodded. "I have those days."School was almost over, and soon she and Rebecca would be galavanting over town, searching for jobs and entertainment in the few weeks before they matriculated. "Any plans?" I asked, inwardly shocked. I was making small talk.She shrugged. The silence stretched, and her lingering gaze unnerved me. She had the slow, comfortable peace of a completed run in her eyes, and those eyes were searching me for answers."You seem more content than the last time I saw you," I said."Something happened to me."My heart skipped a beat.She pulled the tie out of her ponytail and languidly stretched her neck as she scooped her fingers through her wet hair. "It was strange, and sexy...and inappropriate."I stood rooted to my doorstep, dumbfounded by her frank confession. I licked my lips. "Amber--""You know, don't you?""I--""It's okay. I want you to know.""Why?""Because it helped me.""I don't know why--"She shook her head. "Maybe that's true. But you are 'exceedingly intelligent.' I think you can figure it out." And with a sly look in her eye and a graceful twist of her hips, she turned to go. "I'll be home all day, Mr. Beal. If Rebecca wants me."I watched her thighs bounce as she jogged back across the lawn. She'd said Rebecca, but the invitation sounded quite open.My heart hammered against my chest as I staggered up the stairs. I stripped off my shorts and shoes and threw myself into the shower. The hot water drenched my sticky skin, refreshing my body if not my mind.What did Amber know? How could she know? And yet, hadn't she said my name that night? I'd thought perhaps it was part of her fantasy, a naughty wish fulfillment, but that was naive. She said she knew my smell.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Confessions of a Naughty Invisible Man - Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Having cracked the code to invisibility, Professor Abner Beal returns to the Institute to solicit the aid of one Priscilla Coker, M.D. Priscilla hates Abner, but when she learns that he's made a breakthrough, she's willing to do anything to join his teamーeven jumping his invisible bones! But that's not the only surprise waiting for Professor Beal. Upon returning to his house, Abner discovers that his wife has been having an affair of her own. What will this God-fearing woman think of an invisible man beating up her paramour? Why, that he's some kind of demon, of course! A demon that she must satisfy in every wicked way imaginable…＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞The security guard started moving towards her and she shrieked at him. "Get away from me!" The man spoke some stuttered words into his walkie and backed away terrified. Priscilla clomped about ten more steps before cracking one of her heels. She swore loudly and kicked the shoe off, then ripped the other one off with her hand and continued to march across campus back the way we'd come. I followed behind her.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you there?" she snapped as we strode back into G. We were in the hallway again."Indeed I am."She clawed wildly at the air behind her, realized she looked insane, and let out another stream of enraged curses. "You might have gotten me fired!""Principles," came the floating voice over her shoulder.She groaned and shook her platinum head. "You touched me…" she muttered. We were stomping back to her office."You're taking this rather well," I replied."Well you're obviously invisible." We banged back into her office and she whirled on the space behind her. "Where are you?""I'm reluctant to say."She stepped backwards in her bare feet and sat on her desk. "Is this easier?"I stepped forward cautiously. "Maybe."She flipped up her skirt. "Is this easier?""…I'm confused.""Come here…" she said huskily and reached out for me. ”Are you naked?"Before I knew what I'd done I was standing over her desk and she was reaching out to me. "Oh my God…" she whispered. Her manicured nails roved up my stomach and chest. "You're…you did it…" Her fingers continued across my shoulders. She kept pinching and poking, dragging her nails down my sides. All the while I noticed that she was spreading her legs over her perfect desk. "Do something to me," she whispered."What?""IーI don't know. My hair!"I reached out and swept my fingers through her blonde hair. I let the hair slip through my hand as I pulled it towards me. Priscilla watched wide-eyed as her hair floated before her eyes. She let out a low, earthy laugh. "Do something else," she whispered."What?""Do what you did on stage.""This?" I laid my hand over her left hand."No…" she said. Her legs opened wider on the desk."This?" I breathed softly into her ear.She shivered. "No," she said. "But you don't have to stop doing that…" While I moved in closer her hands reached up to run down my chest and stomach again. I pulled my hand away from hers and dragged my trembling fingers up her soft thighs. "This?" I breathed into her ear."Oh…" Her breath was coming so rapidly that it was catching in her throat. "Yes," she groaned. She pressed her head against my temple and reached behind me to claw at my back.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 3 Book 3 of "His Personal Call Girl"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞With her boyfriend back in town, Catherine puts her prostitution on hold. Tom agrees without argument, but for some reason Catherine can't stop thinking about him. He's satisfied her in ways no other man ever hasーand he's the one who's been paying her! Backdoor fun, lewd phone calls, and a threesome with Sara are all in her future. But which man does she truly love, Bobby…or Tom?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Where I was conflicted before I was now much less so. I still considered myself with Bobby but I saw my arrangement with Tom more and more as another job, one I happened to actually like. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to sell myself on the street. But it's pretty hard to dislike having a man massage you, make love to you, then pay half a grand and be on his way without pushing any other agenda. When I thought about it like that I almost felt like Tom was getting shortchanged. But then again, I was what he wanted, and I did what he wanted.＜/p＞＜p＞Case in point, it was near the end of January and I was sitting at home in a tight green apron that I'd found in my mother's closet. It was small, and very old, but it suited the purpose I had for it. I watched myself tie it around my naked body in the mirror, making sure that it was as knotted as it could be (Tom didn't want it to be too easy), taking note of the generic floral print running over the borders and the way it faded and frayed at the edges. I smoothed it over my front and stomach. The frilled bottom just barely covered my upper thighs. I checked myself on the sides. The round slopes of my breasts were clearly visible between my arms and the apron front. After that I sat down and applied makeup. More makeup than I would have, than any girl would have past, let's be honest, 1955.＜/p＞＜p＞I read in the paper the other day that when men and women get depressed, they tend to get more sexually active (something about wanting to pass our genes on while survival seems low). That could have been it. I didn't like my current career; and while I didn't expect to be a secretary my whole life, and was almost certain that, somehow or other, I'd eventually get to graduate school, and then a real career, it was all still so far away (it seemed). And I didn't like it. In fact, I hated it. That I took pleasure in what Tom and I were doing was a relief to me. So, when he'd mentioned the apron and the makeup, I went to the gym earlier in the day and came home to prepare. I told him to come by at the usual time.＜/p＞＜p＞When the doorbell rang, I blew myself a big red kiss in the mirror. Working a little more wiggle into my hips, I traipsed to the door and opened it slowly…＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞After being seduced by his daughter Katie, Dale is trying to control his lustful urges...but Katie just can't get enough of her daddy! She calls him at work, sends him lingerie in the mail, and then, while Dale is away on a business trip, she shows up at his hotel bar wearing nothing but a skin-tight cocktail dress. How long can Dale hold out before once again giving in to his forbidden desire?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Across the lobby he let the girl lead him. He thought she was leading him to the elevators but she went past them on the way to the stairs. Together they pushed through the door and stopped at the landing.＜/p＞＜p＞"You're on the fourth floor, aren't you?" Katie said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," said Dale. He felt like he had fallen into a familiar dream several miles below sea level. His heart was beating fast.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie suddenly seemed much shyer than in the bar. Maybe it was because she was alone with her father for the first time. She slowly dropped his hand.＜/p＞＜p＞"Do you want to take me up?"＜/p＞＜p＞Dale stared down at her. The sterile stairway lights could do nothing to spoil the youthful glow that emanated from her body.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie saw the way his eyes traced over her, but saw too where they stopped, which was where men's eyes never stopped, on her eyes. She smiled at him slowly.＜/p＞＜p＞"It's good to see you."＜/p＞＜p＞He said it, which made her bolder. She took his hand again. "Take me upstairs."＜/p＞＜p＞He didn't answer. He just followed her.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie led him up the white stairwell. The walls were painted in thick layers of white paint that contrasted sharply with the dim, blackish railings. She took him up and took the stairs in her heels. The whole time she felt his eyes on her and she led him, flight after flight, to the top. As she reached for the door she suddenly felt his body rush against hers and she turned in time to throw her arms up and let him crush her against the door.＜/p＞＜p＞She opened her mouth and his tongue melted over her own. His strong fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh as he pushed her up the wall. Her thighs opened. Her hand went limp and dropped her purse over his shoulder. It made a plastic smack on the concrete.＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, this-”＜/p＞＜p＞She bit his cheek angrily and he recoiled. He stared into her eyes, which burned. She set her chin defiantly. "Pick up my purse."＜/p＞＜p＞He let her slide down his body for a long time. Somehow she settled back to earth, first one heel touching the concrete, then the other. She watched her father bend down and pick up the purse. When he handed it to her she opened the door to let them onto the fourth floor corridor. She knew which one was his from his email. So they continued down the hallway like any normal people would until they got to room 432.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie turned around and held out her hand for the door key.＜/p＞＜p＞It was in his pocket, but he wasn't sure if he should give it to her.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you mad?" she said.＜/p＞＜p＞His blood was boiling. Everywhere. He saw Katie in multiple dimensions: as a woman, as a gorgeous young woman, as his daughter, as his...＜/p＞＜p＞He couldn't stop now.＜/p＞＜p＞He pressed her against his door, right there in the corridor, and reached under her shimmering dress.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 4【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞When Dale is stranded on a business trip, he has no choice but to stay the night with his daughter Katie. Dale promises himself that he won't succumb to his forbidden lust, but that promise is shattered when he meets Katie's busty roommate, Angela. It seems this naughty young woman has been waiting for a "daddy" of her own, and Katie doesn't mind sharing!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞She was waiting for him in her doorway, just waiting, without the lights turned on but her body clear in the moonlight. Dale stopped by the couch. Katie was a living silhouette, and as she came forward her curves, her tall, graceful features, came into focus.＜/p＞＜p＞His daughter's curls were resplendent, even having been slept on (though Dale wondered if she'd actually been sleeping), and they framed her head in rich, silky ringlets.＜/p＞＜p＞Her legs were bare, her smooth skin looking like it had been oiled. The pale sheen of her shins and athletic thighs went all the way up to a pair of sinfully sheer panties. Dale stared at them. She might as well have not worn the panties at all. Her mouth, her full lips puckered in mute enjoyment of his inspection.＜/p＞＜p＞"I don't know if it's because you own it...or because you know you shouldn't touch it...but no one stares at my body the way you do," she said evenly, stopping less than arm's length away from him in front of the couch.＜/p＞＜p＞"I don't own you," Dale said quietly, his eyes now locked on to her dazzling eyes.＜/p＞＜p＞"You made it," she said. Her eyes fell on Angela's closed bathroom. The sounds of her washing were almost loud in the apartment in the dead of night. "Did you have fun?" she whispered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie..."＜/p＞＜p＞"Shh-sh, daddy," she whispered. "I don't want to play that game tonight. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." She reached down and took his hand, which was still so big compared to hers.＜/p＞＜p＞She turned and tossed her hair. Once they crossed the threshold of her door, she let go of his hand, and shut it behind them. Then she flicked the dull light on in her bathroom. "I think Vanessa was right," Katie continued, her voice betraying no intent beyond making simple conversation. "We probably are nymphomaniacs... But incest is so taboo... I never thought I could be so...naughty. I guess all girls have a fantasy or two about their fathers."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale held her face tightly to his own. "This can't happen," he said breaking away from her. "God, Katie, this can't, can't happen."＜/p＞＜p＞"Don't you think I know that?" she hissed. "Touch me."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 3 Book 3 of "Daddy's Forbidden Desire"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Desperate to free himself of his daughter's temptations, Dale struggles with his insatiable lust. While Katie teases him with obscene phone calls, Dale loses focus at work. Margaret, Dale's sassy young secretary, knows her boss is having an affair and hates that it's distracting the powerful man she loves. To get his head back in the game, she offers herself to him instead. But the relief doesn't last. After Margaret leaves on vacation, Katie comes home to spend the night with Mom and Dad. Telling her mother that she's heartbroken over her boyfriend, Katie asks to sleep in her parents' bed. Now Dale is stuck between his wife and his daughter, and Katie says she can't sleep...＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Katie's eyes batted up at him. "Do you remember what it feels like to break up with someone? When part of you is sad but part of you is horny and wondering?" She actually made her eyes water. "I'm just a little messed up. I'm sorry I teased you. Can't you feel a little bad for me?" she whispered. "Can't you feel for me, daddy?" As she spoke her eyes closed. She tilted her face up to his and pouted her mouth; and in the moonlight she was so soft, and vulnerable. How could he not?＜/p＞＜p＞He reached up and caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry, honey," he said. "I didn't realize. But you're...it'll be okay."＜/p＞＜p＞She gave a weak sob and he bent down to kiss her forehead. She raised her head and let his lips slide over her skin. The kiss slid down to her nose, paternally. She continued to raise her face and he lightly pecked her on the mouth. She didn't move that time but continued to sniffle, so he pecked her again. This time she parted her lips ever so slightly but didn't press against his. He placed his hand on her other cheek. "It'll be okay," he murmured. She stretched her neck for another kiss.＜/p＞＜p＞"Will it, daddy?"＜/p＞＜p＞This time when he kissed her she moved her lips with his. "Mmm," she murmured into his mouth. He didn't pull his face away this time and she opened her lips all the way and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He started to pull away but she sobbed again, as if on cue. Their next kiss was wet and she breathed into his mouth.＜/p＞＜p＞Within him, his stomach churned with longing and despair. Instinctually, he wanted to protect her, and she'd made it clear that his kisses were showing her the attention and love she needed. But that wasn't the only instinct at work, and he needed her to stop pressing against him.＜/p＞＜p＞He caressed her neck and she eased against his hand. She gave a whimper that forced him to take her hand from his arm and kiss it; it was the sound of her need. He kissed her fingers.＜/p＞＜p＞"Daddy, I can feel you."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
My Mind-Controlled MILF Book 3 of "Sex Magic"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Ryan has a magic talisman that makes him irresistible to women. Just one touch, and their blood runs hot and their bodies crave a man. But even though Ryan could have any woman in the world, he only has eyes for his mother, a former pinup model, and her beautiful daughters! He knows it's wrong, but Ryan can't help using the power of the talisman to claim them, one by one, at the family cookout.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞He raises his hand, and for a second I'm blinded. When the spots fade from my eyes, I see that it's a golden disc catching the last rays of the sun. The ruby in its center glows with a mesmerizing fire.＜/p＞＜p＞"That is...gorgeous," I gasp. "Where did you get it?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Nowhere very exotic," he says. "It's just a few miles from here, actually."＜/p＞＜p＞"Can I hold it?" I ask. I feel like a child, but the urge to run my fingertips over its ornate surface is too compelling to ignore.＜/p＞＜p＞"I want you to," says Ryan. "But here's the thing. If you touch it, you'll want me just as badly as I want you."＜/p＞＜p＞I laugh again. I think the beer has definitely gone to my head. "Well how badly do you want me?"＜/p＞＜p＞He arches his eyebrows. "I don't think you can handle that much honesty."＜/p＞＜p＞This is a very strange, very obscene game we're playing. "I really want to touch it," I say. "What, is it, like, magic or something? Like voodoo?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Not voodoo," he says. "But yes. It will make you want me."＜/p＞＜p＞"You ply me with a few more beers and massages and you have no idea what I'll do," I say. I snatch it out of his fingers.＜/p＞＜p＞It's hot! But before I can even register the pain, the flash is gone--no, not gone, but shooting up my arm. It slams into my heart and--and, I don't know what I feel… It's like liquid gold is melting down my ribcage and pooling in my panties. I give an involuntary gasp, and for a moment I think I'm going to faint.＜/p＞＜p＞And then it's like ten-thousand tongues are licking me all at once.＜/p＞＜p＞"Whoa," I say. My thumb skates over the warm metal. "This is...intense." The ruby is so bright, so succulent. It's like a neon strawberry. I have a bizarre urge to suck on it, to kiss it, fondle it. But, no, that would be weird. Very weird.＜/p＞＜p＞I hand the amulet back to Ryan. He tucks it back into his jacket. I swallow hard and try to bring the world back into focus, but all its edges have gone soft. And I'm vibrating.＜/p＞＜p＞I don't understand it. All I understand is that my heart is beating like a drum and my breasts are thudding in time. I reach out and brace myself against Ryan's shoulder, desperate to catch my breath. He catches me in his strong, sailor's hands, and a rush of warmth passes through his fingers and down my shoulders.＜/p＞＜p＞"I feel dizzy," I say. "Take me outside."＜/p＞＜p＞"We are outside."＜/p＞＜p＞The first fireflies of the evening are winking at us from between the trees. "Take me more outside," I whisper.＜/p＞＜p＞He doesn't say a word, he just nods and escorts me behind the shed. "No," I say (I'm almost panting now), "I need to be away from the house. Do you remember that clearing, just beyond the old treehouse?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," he says.＜/p＞＜p＞"Take me there."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Seduced By The Sex Demon - Volume 2 Book 5 of "Sex Magic"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Jeffrey Corven used to be a spineless sap of a man, until his wife summoned a sex demon and turned him into a force of nature! Now devilishly horny and with the power to control the minds of men and women, Jeff is on a quest to bang everyone he can get his hands on. This bawdy tale of blasphemy is as humorous as it is hardcore!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff's hand rested gently on her thigh. "You don't have to tell me," he said. Instantly her stomach relaxed and she felt a river of warmth flood down her spine. It felt good. It felt very good.＜/p＞＜p＞She swallowed around the lump in her throat. "No, I want to. I've - we've - had sex. And it was good. I've only been with him. But, like, he wants to do it...he wants us to try anal. He's done it before and I haven't, so I guess I'm just a little nervous?"＜/p＞＜p＞"A little?" said Jeff. "Melanie, you're shivering like a leaf." He patted her thigh and returned his hand to the steering wheel. "So I imagine this trip to the pharmacy was just a ruse to get lubricant? Clever girl..."＜/p＞＜p＞She giggled at the conspiratorial face he made. "No," she said. "I really am on my period. I got it just before we left. That's why Ryan said we should...you know. He doesn't like to do it when I'm-"＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff shook his head. "Nothing wrong with parting the red sea, I always say. But I understand. Some men grow weak at the sight of blood, while others take strength from it. You, young creature, do you get the urge when your menses is flowing?"＜/p＞＜p＞She flushed bright red. It was true; she always felt particularly horny in the latter days of her period.＜/p＞＜p＞"No need for shame," said Jeff. "It's perfectly natural. But Ryan did ask you to buy lubricant, did he not?"＜/p＞＜p＞Melanie shook her head. "He...he said we wouldn't need any."＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff frowned. "Oh? And I suppose he isn't planning on using a condom."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well, we didn't bring any..."＜/p＞＜p＞"He didn't bring any, is what you mean."＜/p＞＜p＞She shrugged. "I want to make him happy. I'm just nervous."＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff exhaled compassionately. "Melanie, my dear, my heart goes out to you. I wish there was something I could do to ease your apprehension. I suppose I could, well...no."＜/p＞＜p＞Melanie's legs tensed in anticipation. "What?"＜/p＞＜p＞"No, no, no," he muttered, cranking the SUV into park. She was so wound up she hadn't even realized they'd arrived.＜/p＞＜p＞"Please?" she said. "Oh, you've been so understanding. I want to know what you think."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well..." said Jeff, scratching his head. "I have a fair bit of experience in...this particular area. I'd be happy to help you understand your body and the hygienic practicalities involved. But that might not be appropriate."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh..." said Melanie. The tension in her thighs rode up into her center with a tantalizing tingle. "Um. I guess so. But I'd...I'd really appreciate it?" Her heart hammered at her breasts as she considered what Uncle Jeff was asking. Her anal virginity. Was it appropriate? She wasn't sure. But her body was getting excited. Much more excited than she'd been when Ryan suggested it.＜/p＞＜p＞Jeff shook his head. "I'd hate to make you uncomfortable, Melanie. Forget I mentioned it." He popped his door.＜/p＞＜p＞"Wait!" She hadn't meant to scream.＜/p＞＜p＞His eyes, scintillating and seductive, peered over his shoulder. "Yes...?"＜/p＞＜p＞She chewed on her lip. "Uh...but...Aunt Eileen. Would she...mind?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Why would she? I'd just explain a few things about your body, about the male body, and about the best way to enjoy anal intercourse. It would be an educational experience, not some torrid affair. Nothing shameful about that, is there?"＜/p＞＜p＞When he put it like that, it seemed perfectly sensible. She had a vague feeling that Ryan might not agree, but she couldn't imagine why...＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Seduced By The Sex Demon - Volume 1 Book 4 of "Sex Magic"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞When a magic ritual goes wrong, meek Jeffrey Corven is possessed by an unstoppable sex demon. Feeding on human lust and looking for a devilishly good time, the demon sets out to seduce every woman in Jeffrey's life. Powerless to resist Jeff's hellish mind control, they are filled with only one desire: Total submission to his lust!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞She slammed her palms on the table. "You've got some nerve, Corven!"＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmm," he said, enjoying the taste of her fury.＜/p＞＜p＞"You can take all the vacation days you want, you're not ever coming back here," she said. Oh, it felt good, it felt very good to say those words.＜/p＞＜p＞"No, you're not firing me, Patricia," he said. His voice jabbed her in the gut like a harpoon. Every word that followed twisted it deeper into her body - not painfully; the harpoon was hot and serpentine, and it burrowed down to her womanhood. "In fact, you're going to give Jeffrey Corven a raise, a promotion, and stock options - since you all seem to value this invisible money so much. And you're going to give Jeff - me - two weeks off. You see, my wife's family is having a reunion upstate and she is insistent that we go."＜/p＞＜p＞"Y-yes," said Patricia. Why had she said yes? She was going to call security. Wasn't she going to call security?＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmm," said Jeff. "Tell me, what were your breasts like before your cosmetic surgery? Not A cups, surely. Were you not pleased with the Bs?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I...I..."＜/p＞＜p＞"I'd like to see them," said Jeff. "Back in those dark ages of ours women used bustiers, but of course that illusion dropped once the clothes did. Do they make you feel powerful, Patricia?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," she panted, reaching up to unbutton her blouse.＜/p＞＜p＞"Very good," he said. "From the dawn of mankind to its very end, the breast will forever be the bane and blessing of the male existence. But of course you're not just in it for the men, are you, Patty?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I..." How did he know?＜/p＞＜p＞"You don't like admitting your taste in women? It's part of who you are."＜/p＞＜p＞Her whole life she had suppressed that part of herself, that part that felt attraction for women as well as men. She thought it was weakness, but all of her sexual fantasies involved women, despite her professional desire for a strong, dominant man. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she questioned again why she allowed this madness to continue. She couldn't help herself. Just staring into Jeff's bright - and were they golden? - eyes made her lose all sense of propriety. Nervously, she glanced out the window that overlooked the entire office through half-slitted blinds.＜/p＞＜p＞"If you'd like an audience, why don't we ask Miss Jacobs to join us?"＜/p＞＜p＞The muscles in Patricia's arms seized up. Jasmine Jacobs was her secretary, a petite Puerto Rican girl in her early twenties. Many was the night Patricia had fantasized about grabbing the girl by her black ponytail and kissing her fulsome lips. "Jasmine?" she sputtered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh yes," said Jeff. He cracked the door and gently called, "Miss Jacobs? Your superior would like to see you, please."＜/p＞＜p＞Gathering a pen and a legal pad, Jasmine hurried from behind her desk and slid deftly through the open door. She squeaked when she saw Patricia and dropped the pen and pad on the carpet.＜/p＞＜p＞Patricia had cast her blouse and coat aside and was standing behind her desk in her lacy black bra. "Ms. Cunningham!" Jasmine gasped. "W-what is the meaning of this?"＜/p＞＜p＞"The meaning is secondary to the purpose," said Jeff, closing the door behind her. "And the purpose, is to get it on." He gently massaged the girl's shoulders. "Can you help Patricia with her bra, dear? It looks very tight."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Deflowering The Ginger Twins【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Arnold's always had a crush on his cute stepsister Serena, and she's always been happy to tease him. That is, until the day she asks him for a kinky favor. It seems her virgin cousins are finally interested in men, and they want Arnold to educate them on male anatomy. When he agrees, Serena makes him a deal: Satisfy the horny twins in whatever way they want, and she'll give him what he's been dreaming of since their parents got married!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞The twins were only interested in exploring the one thing they desperately wanted: Boyfriends. Their father had prohibited them from even holding hands with a boy, rendering the whole male gender an alien race. They'd spent a lot of their childhoods being homeschooled before the state ordered their parents to give them a real education. Even then, their four years of high school were spent at a strict - and pricey - all girls academy.＜/p＞＜p＞Serena explained most of this to me in the kitchen when I got home that Friday. "So they're looking for a place to crash for a few day. Just want to decompress, get away from their mom. Is that cool?"I shrugged. "Sure. They're neat, they're cute, and they're very polite. I never mind getting a visit from the ginger twins."Serena smiled. Even a little gesture like her pulling her bangs out of her eyes was a magic spell to me. "Yeah, well, you might not say that if you knew what they wanted to do this weekend. Vanessa's real keen to understand male anatomy. I think she's already fooled around with boys behind her parents' back but probably nothing more serious than some kissing and groping. But, now that they think everything their father told them was a lie, they want to experience boys." "'Experience' boys?"Serena giggled. "Basically, they're both really horny, but they have no idea what 'horny' is.""Everyone knows what horny is," I said. "Doesn't matter if you've never even heard the word 'sex,' when you get that tingle you know what's up."Serena shook her head. "You haven't spent as much time with their family as I have. They're super innocent. And that's the problem. They're both cute, they're both eager, it wouldn't be hard to get a dude over here to show them his junk - but I don't know anybody I'd trust not to take full advantage of them.""Isn't that what they want anyway?"Serena made a face. "I guess? I dunno. If you were dragged into a stranger's house and told to whip yourself out for a couple of leggy Mormons, what would you do?""Anything they wanted," I said."Right, but would you care about their first time? Would you respect them? Go slow with them?""I..." I tried to separate myself from what I knew about the gingers. Serena thought she'd made her point. "See? So I have to find them a guy who's willing to show them what he's got, but not take advantage.""Okay," I said, but something didn't add up. I took a swig of my beer and looked at Serena. Really looked at her. She was as hot as she'd ever been, her hair a crisp chestnut and her bangs trim and framing her heart-shaped face. Her cheek bones were prominent and slender and her eyes were bright and sly. "You want to watch, don't you?"She feigned surprise. "What? Nooooo."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire - Volume 1 Volume 1 of "Daddy's Forbidden Desire"【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Katie's always been a "daddy's girl," but since she returned from college her love has become a lot more...physical. Her father is a passionate man who still has the libido of a teenager, but her mother just isn't interested. Maybe if Katie can make her father horny enough, she'll have him all to herself. As Katie tempts her father at every turn, will Dale give in to his forbidden desire?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞She took the water with a murmur of gratitude. "Dad, do you know Vanessa Linares?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Actually, I did know a girl named Vanessa Linares," he said, trying to be vague. His daughter glowered at him.＜/p＞＜p＞"I know when you're lying, Daddy."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh?" he said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Mmhm," she murmured from her next sip. "Don't pretend."＜/p＞＜p＞"Not pretending," he told her. "I just highly doubt that your Vanessa Linares and my Vanessa Linares are the same people."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well she's definitely your Vanessa Linares and she's my Social Policy professor."＜/p＞＜p＞If Dale had been drinking the water he would have spat it out in classic cinematic fashion. Katie went on, "We're really close. Sometimes we go for drinks at the bar on campus and she asked me about my last name." Katie grinned like a cheshire cat. "She remembers you very fondly."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale was pleased. "You don't say."＜/p＞＜p＞"Yeah." Katie drifted off again. Her eyes kept flicking from his face to his chest as if he wasn't watching her watch him.＜/p＞＜p＞Suddenly he understood. "You and Vanessa drink together?"＜/p＞＜p＞Katie smiled into her now empty glass. "Sometimes, yeah. She told me some stories about you."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale was inexplicably nervous. And probably explicably turned on. "Oh?" he tried to feign nonchalance.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie giggled at him again. "I told you I know when you're lying. You want to know what she said."＜/p＞＜p＞"I know what we did."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well I know a little about that too."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale laughed. But what she said next stopped him cold.＜/p＞＜p＞"Dad, do you and mom have sex?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, I don't know whatー"＜/p＞＜p＞"Come ON, Dad." She strode to him and let him catch her as she threw her arms over him. She was sleepy, staring up at him. "Don't pretend I'm too young to hear the truth."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well," he said. How did one proceed in this conversation? "Well," he said again. And finally, "No, Katie, your mother and I don't really have sex that much anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞Katie stared up at him with something akin to sympathy and something very much like loneliness. "Vanessa said you kind of had a reputation at college."＜/p＞＜p＞"What kind of repuー"＜/p＞＜p＞"She said you had sex. A lot." Katie smirked. "And that you were very...gifted."＜/p＞＜p＞Dale's head swam. He became intensely aware of his daughter's breasts pressed against his chest. She continued, "And I was thinking about that. I kind of couldn't stop because, um, you're my dad? But, I was thinking how I never thought of you that way. Mostly because," she looked at him intensely, "I don't think I ever heard you having sex. With mom."＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, I don't think this is appropriate."＜/p＞＜p＞"OK," she said. "So you and mom don't have sex?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"But you used to have a lot of sex back in the day."＜/p＞＜p＞"It wasn't 'back in the day'ー"＜/p＞＜p＞"And now you just don't have sex at all?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"That sounds like it really sucks, Dad."＜/p＞＜p＞He stared down at his daughter. Her eyes flitted over his, over his cheeks, over his nose, his ears. Her face was flushed. Suddenly he felt her heart beating on his ribcage; he felt his own heart pounding.＜/p＞＜p＞"I love you," she said to him.＜/p＞＜p＞"I love you, too, honey."＜/p＞＜p＞"Uh huh," she breathed up at him. "I'm sorry you don't have sex anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, Katieー"＜/p＞＜p＞"I said it sucks. Does it suck?" She pronounced the word in a very deliberate way. He started to say something but she reached down and grabbed him in a placeーthe exact placeーthat was eternally off-limits. "Does it suck, Daddy?"＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Dad's Big Secret【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Poor Brittany. She's a very good girl with one very dirty secret: She's always wanted a man with a few extra inches down below. It's too bad she keeps hooking up with guys who fall short of her expectations. That's why she's spending her Friday night making dinner for her handsome, widowed father instead of pursuing another disappointing hookup.＜/p＞＜p＞But when she accidentally sees her father leaving the shower, she learns he has a secret all his own: He's got a huge package! Will Brittany commit the ultimate taboo just to satisfy her desire?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I don't know how I finished making dinner. I really don't. I don't remember any of that at all. I just remember desperately trying to keep my hands busy in order to prevent myself from grabbing my dad's shorts and demanding that he show me what he'd been hiding from me all these years.＜/p＞＜p＞"You need to chill out," I kept whispering to myself.＜/p＞＜p＞At some point my father asked what happened to my shirt. I just smiled and laughed it off. He asked if I felt okay, because my face was red. I just shrugged and tried not to look as crazy as I felt.＜/p＞＜p＞And what, exactly, did I feel? I felt a constant, growing ache between my legs. I felt a dire need to be filled.＜/p＞＜p＞So call someone, a small voice in my head kept saying. Call Johnny or Ben, either of the guys who still lived in town. Neither of them would say no to a little backseat action on a Friday night.＜/p＞＜p＞But I don't want a "little" backseat action on a Friday night, I argued with myself. I want... Oh, God, I want...＜/p＞＜p＞Sitting across from my father, I did my best to tell him how work was going, how I liked living in the city. I tried my best to listen to his stories about his latest clients, and I laughed when he mentioned the latest incident involving a couple of meatheads who were constantly breaking machines. Meanwhile, under the table, I had crossed my legs so hard I'm sure my knees were turning white. And I could not stop thinking about it.＜/p＞＜p＞It's so close to me, I kept thinking. If I kicked back my chair, got on my hands and knees and crawled to him under the table, it would be right in front of my nose. My mouth.＜/p＞＜p＞But he's your father, Brittany!＜/p＞＜p＞"So, um, Dad," I said, taking a sip of wine to calm my nerves. "Are you seeing anyone right now?"＜/p＞＜p＞He didn't even look up. He just shook his head, swirling his spaghetti.＜/p＞＜p＞"How long has it been?" I asked. My thighs tightened under the table.＜/p＞＜p＞He sighed. "I dunno, honey. It's just tough sometimes."＜/p＞＜p＞I frowned. "Oh, come on. You're in great shape. You tell really corny jokes, but you can keep that on the DL. What's the matter?"＜/p＞＜p＞He shrugged. "I just can't see myself with anyone else," he said. "Maybe in the future, but...now, I just don't know."＜/p＞＜p＞Couldn't see himself with anyone else, or couldn't see himself IN anyone else? I wondered.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you scared?" I teased.＜/p＞＜p＞He laughed. "No, baby."＜/p＞＜p＞"Well, what was it about Mom that made you so attracted to her?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Mm, this was great." He finished his plate and swept up his napkin to dab his lips and chin. Then he looked up in thought. "I guess, with your mom, it was that she was always so open, so confident. You know, there's nothing she wouldn't do. She wanted to try everything, go everywhere. She was so adventurous. I could see it in her eyes when we first met, but I didn't really realize it until much later."＜/p＞＜p＞He picked up his plate and circled the table to grab mine. "Great meal, honey. As always." He pecked me on the cheek and I felt my whole body flush. "You have any plans for tonight?" he asked. "I have a couple documentaries saved on the TV. I thought I might check one out."＜/p＞＜p＞A nice daddy/daughter evening, sitting on the couch with a movie. Yes, nothing wrong with that. Unless I had a hot date tonight. Which I didn't. Or I planned to call Johnny. And I wouldn't.＜/p＞＜p＞Quietly, I reached between my legs. "That sounds nice," I said. "Let me just change into something more comfortable."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 1【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Fresh out of college and working minimum wage, Catherine is desperate to earn some cash. Enter Tom, an enigmatic young man with money to burn. Tom offers Catherine a deal: Become his personal prostitute and he'll pay her a fortune. Cat likes sex and she likes Tom's money, but what would her boyfriend think? Maybe he doesn't need to know…＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I hesitated when I crossed my arms but then I had the shirt off. I was now just in my sports bra and my yoga pants. The last person to see me naked was Allison. The last person who I'd slept with was Bobby. And Tom was watching me. He'd paid me, so I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pulled them down.＜/p＞＜p＞I was in my g-string and my sports bra, and I could see that Tom liked it. I could already see his erection from his shorts. “Are you getting naked?” I asked. “I will,” he said. “You don't want to do this?” I indicated my bra. “No,” he said. I pulled it off in one motion. My breasts thanked me by falling happily down my chest. Then, without looking at him, I bent over and slid my g-string down my legs.I was naked in my living room with Tom. I didn't ask him if he wanted me at the table. I knew he did. As I walked past him, not looking at him, I thought of Bobby. What would he think? Would he call me slut? Would he be mad, upset? I pulled the drawer open. There were a few sets of keys, loose change, some maps, and that old hairbrush. Brush my hair? I pulled the hairbrush out and slid the drawer closed. I glanced behind me. Tom had taken off his shirt. I watched him pull down his shorts. “Brush your hair.” I turned back to the mirror and started to brush my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror. We hadn't turned the lights on so the only light came from the shafts of sunlight outside. It was enough to see myself, to see my full breasts in the mirror, the line of my abdominals, and to see Tom come to me from behind. I actually expected him to grab me, to push it in me, to fuck me. He didn't do that. I continued to brush my hair and Tom, softly, put his hands on my shoulders. I stopped brushing. “Keep going,” he said. I continued to brush my hair. The whole time I could watch Tom. He bent down and kissed the back of my neck. He slid his left hand over my left elbow; he didn't tell me to stop brushing so I continued to use it to hold my hair back as I brushed with my right. His right hand slid down my side, glided up into my armpit and roved down my body, down my ribs. I felt his fingers feel each rib, felt them play over my stomach, felt them in my bellybutton. His left hand snaked over my chest and down the line of my abdomen. He didn't touch my breasts. And he kissed the back of my neck, moving around to where my neck met my shoulder. And he breathed deeply. He was inhaling me, my scent, my sweat. He kissed lower, kissing over my shoulder. I realized he was tracing the muscles in my back, kissing them. I felt his dick slide down my ass, slide down my leg as he bent lower, going lower, kissing the small of my back, rolling his lips over the high slope of my ass. My body continued to shake and I strained my legs to make them stop. His hands came around my front and gripped my thighs, ran down to my knees. I kept brushing my hair while Tom kissed my body, smelled me. Then he slid his nose into the top of my crack. “Don't-” I said automatically. “Are you saying no?” he said. I had frozen in the mirror. “What are you going to do?” “I'm going to kiss you.” “I haven't showered.” “I know.” “Tom-” I started. “What?” He kissed between my cheeks, the sweaty area at the top of my buttocks. He bit into the flesh. My legs wobbled a bit. “Nothing,” I breathed. I didn't think it would be like this.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Daddy's Forbidden Desire 1-4 Series 1【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞This box set collects Volumes 1-4 of "Daddy's Forbidden Desire." Dale is a hard-working husband and father with a lot on his mind, but he's still got the libido of a young stallion! His wife is no longer interested in sex, so what can he do when his hot and horny daughter sets out to seduce him? As Katie tempts her father at every turn, it's only a matter of time before he succumbs to this forbidden desire!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Across the lobby he let the girl lead him. He thought she was leading him to the elevators but she went past them on the way to the stairs. Together they pushed through the door and stopped at the landing.＜/p＞＜p＞"You're on the fourth floor, aren't you?" Katie said.＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," said Dale. He felt like he had fallen into a familiar dream several miles below sea level. His heart was beating fast.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie suddenly seemed much shyer than in the bar. Maybe it was because she was alone with her father for the first time. She slowly dropped his hand.＜/p＞＜p＞"Do you want to take me up?"＜/p＞＜p＞Dale stared down at her. The sterile stairway lights could do nothing to spoil the youthful glow that emanated from her body.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie saw the way his eyes traced over her, but saw too where they stopped, which was where men's eyes never stopped, on her eyes. She smiled at him slowly.＜/p＞＜p＞"It's good to see you."＜/p＞＜p＞He said it, which made her bolder. She took his hand again. "Take me upstairs."＜/p＞＜p＞He didn't answer. He just followed her.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie led him up the white stairwell. The walls were painted in thick layers of white paint that contrasted sharply with the dim, blackish railings. She took him up and took the stairs in her heels. The whole time she felt his eyes on her and she led him, flight after flight, to the top. As she reached for the door she suddenly felt his body rush against hers and she turned in time to throw her arms up and let him crush her against the door.＜/p＞＜p＞She opened her mouth and his tongue melted over her own. His strong fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh as he pushed her up the wall. Her thighs opened. Her hand went limp and dropped her purse over his shoulder. It made a plastic smack on the concrete.＜/p＞＜p＞"Katie, this-”＜/p＞＜p＞She bit his cheek angrily and he recoiled. He stared into her eyes, which burned. She set her chin defiantly. "Pick up my purse."＜/p＞＜p＞He let her slide down his body for a long time. Somehow she settled back to earth, first one heel touching the concrete, then the other. She watched her father bend down and pick up the purse. When he handed it to her she opened the door to let them onto the fourth floor corridor. She knew which one was his from his email. So they continued down the hallway like any normal people would until they got to room 432.＜/p＞＜p＞Katie turned around and held out her hand for the door key.＜/p＞＜p＞It was in his pocket, but he wasn't sure if he should give it to her.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you mad?" she said.＜/p＞＜p＞His blood was boiling. Everywhere. He saw Katie in multiple dimensions: as a woman, as a gorgeous young woman, as his daughter, as his...＜/p＞＜p＞He couldn't stop now.＜/p＞＜p＞He pressed her against his door, right there in the corridor, and reached under her shimmering dress.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	787円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor Volume 3【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby has watched her life from behind a dreary curtain of safe and dispassionate relationships, always with men, never to her satisfaction. The passion of her futanari neighbor has transformed her. Abby must admit she is in love with Leticia. She is enchanted by her futa body, challenged and delighted by her naughty mind. The couple drive north to deal with a family emergency, and fall deeper for each other in the process. Letty encourages Abby to explore her inner dom, and later experiment with backdoor fun. Abby has no idea where this road will end, but their carnal adventure has just begun.＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic futa tale is 14,000 words and recommended for adult readers.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I was lost in her skin. She lay naked on my bed, the sheets thrown back and her long, long legs stretched to the edge of my mattress. She was asleep, the pillow crumpled up in the crook of her arm and her faded blue hair buried in its pale blue folds. Her eyelashes trembled like drunken butterflies, wings too heavy to bear.＜/p＞＜p＞She was hairless below her eyebrows, her skin a luscious vanilla cream. The only real colors on her body were the tattoos that wended across her arms and ribs and thigh. As she breathed, the shadows flexed their fingers over her breast. I was jealous of the shadows.＜/p＞＜p＞Jealousy. It stirred in me like a demon begging for exorcism. I could smell her from across the room--cedar and sweet grass--when her long, long legs brushed against each another. The scent clashed with the stale reek of cigarette that emanated from the rumple of clothes beside the bed, a reminder that she was an alien here. Did I look like her when I slept, so peaceful? Edible?＜/p＞＜p＞It was rare that I woke before her. Addicted to caffeine and frequently waking with mad dreams she was desperate to get on paper and canvas, Leticia kept strange hours. I never knew when she'd be up or down, sleeping in the afternoon or scratching at her sketchbook before the sun rose.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated to wake when it was still dark but I was too nervous to sleep. I'd promised Letty that I would drive her to her parents' house. Which meant I was going to meet her parents. Which meant what exactly I didn't know. I rose before the dawn, my mouth so dry that I gulped down three glasses of water before I had a rational thought. My stomach was a square knot and I feared that I couldn't do what I'd promised.＜/p＞＜p＞Then I turned back to the bed, saw her lying there, and my heart ached.＜/p＞＜p＞That was always just a phrase to me, "heartache." I thought it was sappy, if cute. I didn't realize it could really happen. The sensation was visceral, not cute. My heart wriggled in separate directions, hooked through its arteries by opposing inclinations. I didn't know what to do with myself; I didn't know what to do with her.＜/p＞＜p＞There was a naked girl in my bed. When she was awake she was powerful--a single smirk or wink could melt my will--but asleep she was just a girl, her lips gently parted, her butterfly lashes caressing her cheeks. And there, draped over her snowy thigh, was the male organ I could not ignore.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
The Futanari Virus【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞A sensual mutation is transforming the women of Hapi, Delaware. As if by magic, their bodies are changing, gaining male anatomy in addition to their own! More aggressive, more powerful, and consumed by a passionate lust that borders on nymphomania, these frisky futanari cannot help seducing their friends and neighbors.＜/p＞＜p＞In these pages you'll meet the women afflicted with the Futanari Virus: A sassy dom who dreams of cuckolding her co-worker's husband, a shy wife lusting for the girl next door, and a cheerleading captain who will do whatever it takes to keep her new futa body a secret.＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic futa tale is 22,000 words and recommended for adult readers.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞"You keep staring at me," Casey said.＜/p＞＜p＞Robin smiled. "Yes."＜/p＞＜p＞"What do you want to say to me?" Her slender finger drew a perpetual circle on the granite counter, that narrow lip between the sink and the cool air of the kitchen. "You saw me, didn't you?"＜/p＞＜p＞"When?"＜/p＞＜p＞Casey squeezed the lip. "Last Saturday. With Simon."＜/p＞＜p＞"Maybe."＜/p＞＜p＞A husky laugh cut its way through the girl's teeth. She panted for a moment, then rolled her fingers up her throat. She tried to loosen the sudden knot that had formed there, or identify the source of the heat. But it was fruitless. She reached back, to the tie that bound her hair, and pulled it loose. Her dark tresses skated over her naked shoulders. "You watched me."＜/p＞＜p＞"I did."＜/p＞＜p＞"How long did you watch me?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I watched the whole thing."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why?" She turned to Robin at last, and knew precisely why.＜/p＞＜p＞Neither woman knew why her body felt so hot, but they understood the sensation. Raw arousal was in the air, almost thick enough to taste. It emanated from Robin's pores and saturated the air that Casey breathed. Lust spread from her lungs to other sensitive body parts, until she was consciously squeezing her thighs together. She had felt this queer attraction the night before, when she smelled Robin's sweat, but ascribed it to the alcohol...＜/p＞＜p＞Simon had never looked at her the way Robin did now - the way, she realized, that the older woman had always looked at her. "Am I safe here?" she asked.＜/p＞＜p＞"I don't know," Robin said.＜/p＞＜p＞"So I should say thank you and leave."＜/p＞＜p＞"Yes," Robin said.＜/p＞＜p＞"But if I don't leave?" Casey squeezed the counter lip. "What will you do if I don't leave?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I'll tell you how to thank me."＜/p＞＜p＞Casey tugged at her hair, and bit her lip, and gazed down into Robin's piercing eyes. "How do I thank you?" she whispered.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 2【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Now that Catherine has agreed to be Tom's personal call girl, she wonders if she can keep his business and her pleasure truly separate. And as she gives in to Tom's fantasies, she questions whether she and Bobby are really in love. As her heart and her libido collide, there's only one thing Catherine is truly certain of: Tom is the politest pervert she's ever met.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Once we got to my house, Tom set his helmet on the table and slipped his gym bag off his arm. He reached into it while I bent down to untie my sneakers. I watched him rifle through it and then pull something black and box-shaped from inside. He dropped the gym bag to the floor and wiped his wet hair out of his eyes.＜/p＞＜p＞He slipped my shoes off for me and stood up. I stared at the thing until I was sure of what it was, then I laughed. “Where did you get that?”＜/p＞＜p＞He gave a small, crooked smile and shrugged.＜/p＞＜p＞I wiped the moisture from around my nose. It had been a very hot day and both of us were even sweatier than usual. “Seriously,” I said. “Who even sells polaroid cameras anymore?” I suddenly realized what he probably wanted and I shook my head. “Wait, no way.”＜/p＞＜p＞“You get to keep the photos,” he said peacefully. He took my hand and started to lead me upstairs. I sighed and went with him. When we got to my room he took his shoes off and set them next to the bed. Then he pulled five crisp hundreds from his wallet and set them on the dresser.＜/p＞＜p＞He flipped the camera open and wandered to my nightstand. He walked towards the mirror, and then he turned. I was still standing by my doorway.＜/p＞＜p＞“Take your clothes off,” he said.＜/p＞＜p＞I gave him a sidelong look while he peered through the camera.＜/p＞＜p＞He smiled. “Do it. You can count the money first.”＜/p＞＜p＞I pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it down on the floor. I was wearing a black sports bra and the fabric was almost soaked completely through. “Actually,” he said, taking a step back against the mirror, “yeah, count it now.”＜/p＞＜p＞I tried to give him the look that I thought this was stupid but he ignored it. “Take your shorts off,” he said. “Do it in the bra and panties.”＜/p＞＜p＞I hooked my thumbs into my waistband and wiggled out of my shorts. I bent low to hook them off my ankles and get my socks off too. “Stand up and count it,” he said.＜/p＞＜p＞I rose up and stepped to my dresser. The bills slid off the wood and into my hands and I started to count. 1…2… The camera flashed. The thing let out a loud mechanical whirr and the picture popped out of the mouth. I licked my thumb and slipped the third bill down. I counted the fourth. And when I folded the last one the camera flashed again and the first picture fluttered to the ground and the second followed it down.＜/p＞＜p＞Tom reached down to the floor and took the two pictures. He laid them on my nightstand and turned around to face me.＜/p＞＜p＞Half of him was in the mirror. In the other half I could see myself standing in front of my doorway. Tom held the camera up to his face.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
His Personal Call Girl - Volume 4【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞In the conclusion to this tawdry tale of personal prostitution, Catherine is divided between Bobby, the man she thought she loved, and Tom, the enigmatic client that may truly need her. After having her way with both of them, Catherine separates herself from these men, seeking emotional (and physical) comfort in the arms of her best friend Allison. Who will she ultimately end up with, if anyone?＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Without Tom's bi-weekly visitations to look forward to the days ground on. I didn't stop hitting the gym, but I never saw him there. Allison's acting dreams weren't panning out like she'd hoped and so we became gym bunnies again, getting smoothies afterward, talking about guys, work, and other parts of the daily grind. I didn't tell her about Bobby, or Tom. I tried not to think about it.＜/p＞＜p＞I'd saved up enough from our contract to make a down payment on an apartment. If I kept the secretary job I could scrimp by. It wouldn't be a comfortable existence but the few grand would act as a nice buffer while I continued my job search. If that was really what I wanted to do.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated to admit it, but without Tom's bi-weekly visitations I lost a little bit of color in my world. In the beginning, I was afraid of him and afraid of what I was doing to myself. Towards the middle, I saw it as a job, as an enjoyable job, but a kind of employment (not a career or a calling, certainly) nonetheless. By the end... I'll be honest, I missed him. I missed his kisses, and I missed his loud, stupid motorcycle. I didn't miss the mystery, because I realized I'd wanted to know more a long time ago.＜/p＞＜p＞The orgasms were rough to lose, too.＜/p＞＜p＞I tried not to concentrate on that, tried to keep myself in reality. I was at home, it was nearly March, and I was staring at several browser windows of job applications and graduate school websites and trying to figure out if it was weird that Tom had just disappeared from my life. I could call him whenever I wanted, but I didn't know if he'd pick up. I didn't know where he lived. I couldn't find him online. He was like some tricky phantom who'd blown in with the season and blown away, sad and strange. But Tom was more than a ghost. He'd been flesh and blood, hard, never mean, rough and gentle.＜/p＞＜p＞It bothered me that I missed him, because I didn't know if I missed him because I missed him, if I missed him because it was over with Bobby, if I really missed Bobby, or if my life was just directionless and I was looking for anything halfway decent to prop me up. It was an uncomfortable position to be in.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Diary of a Hotwife Veterans Affairs【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Leslie's husband loves that men want her. She's sweet and vivacious, sassy and sexy, and has the libido (and the body) of a nymph! Darren will gladly share his horny wife with any man she deems worthy, and right now she wants his best friend Bo. The handsome Texan has dealt with nonstop tragedy since being discharged from the military, losing both his sister and his job in short order. Gripped by depression, Bo is in dire need of cheering up. When the vet accepts Darren's offer to stay with them until he gets back on his feet, he has no idea what's in store. Leslie's going to show this soldier a very good time!＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic tale is 17,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I had the coffee ready for Darren before he headed off to work. When he joined Bo at the table I hung back in the corner to watch the two men play. They really were like brothers. There was the same intimacy, rivalry, dumb jokes, secret references. He didn't have long but he made the few minutes count.＜/p＞＜p＞When he got up to leave he clapped the big man on his shoulder. "Bo, I just want to make one thing clear before I go--"＜/p＞＜p＞"I know, I know," Bo chuckled, "keep my hands off your wife."＜/p＞＜p＞Darren's grin was to die for. "Well, unless she asks you to."＜/p＞＜p＞Bo was caught in a half-grin. His eyes quickly swiveled from his sergeant to me. "You know, comin' from the South, I'm a little slow," he said. "Can you run that by me one more time?"＜/p＞＜p＞Darren just patted his arm. "Mi casa, tu casa. What's mine is yours." He rounded the kitchen to give me my kiss goodbye. "It's gonna be a long day, sweetie. Show him a good time?"＜/p＞＜p＞I squeaked when he squeezed my bum. "Of course, dear," I said huskily. "I'll put a plate in the oven for when you get in."＜/p＞＜p＞Darren stopped by Bo one more time just to make sure he got the message. "Whatever she says, she's got my blessing. She's the squad leader by proxy."＜/p＞＜p＞Bo's perplexed expression followed my husband all the way out the door. "I think I'm missing something," he said.＜/p＞＜p＞With a smooth flick of my finger I switched off the coffee pot. With a smooth, hip-swaying stroll I rounded the table. Smoothest of all, I slid into Bo's lap and draped my arms over his shoulders. "You were," I said. "Now you're not."＜/p＞＜p＞His hand trembled as it pressed into my back. He felt me the way I felt for cobwebs in the garage, reluctantly, unsure if there was substance to be had or if the terrible thing was all in his imagination. "Leslie girl, I know you've been teasing me all morning but you gotta stop. It's been a long dry summer."＜/p＞＜p＞I ran the edges of my nails along the fuzz of his earlobe. "Longer than that, I think. To hear Darren tell it, you've been celibate for at least a year."＜/p＞＜p＞Bo sighed. "You tell each other everything, huh?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Everything," I said. "He told me you might like this..." My nails bit into the back of his neck to draw him into a soft kiss. It was almost chaste, but my tongue slipped out at the very end to wet his handsome lips.＜/p＞＜p＞His eyes were unfocused when we parted. His voice rumbled from his throat like low thunder. "What do you want?" he breathed.＜/p＞＜p＞I pushed my nose into his neck to nuzzle him. "I want to make you feel good, honey."＜/p＞＜p＞The big hand on my back spread over my spine. The other hand slipped softly over my naked thighs. "Oh, Leslie," he breathed. "Don't, girl. Don't tease me."＜/p＞＜p＞"No teasing," I promised. My teeth sank into his bearded chin. "I wouldn't do that to you, Bo. He loves you, and he wants me to take care of you." I ran my palm down his solid abdominals. He was fragile beneath all those muscles but I knew if I pushed hard enough the monster would break free. "I can't fix you, honey, but I can help. I want to help. I want you to help me."＜/p＞＜p＞"Les, are you sure?" Bo whispered. "You're his--"＜/p＞＜p＞I rolled my thumb over his lips. "I am his," I said, "and he's loaning me to you. Do you want me?"＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Rumpelstiltskin & The Golden Promise【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞The good news is that King Udolf wants to marry Lorelle, a starving little nobody from the poorest village in the kingdom. The bad news is that her drunken father swears she can spin straw into gold. Now Lorelle has until sunrise to prove him right, or both she and her father will face the hangman. Enter Rumpelstiltskin, a hideous hunchback with a serious attitude problem. His magic is the only thing that can save her life, but first she must submit to his carnal desire. Lorelle is prepared to hate him for that. She isn't prepared for the way his clever tongue makes her laugh...or the way it makes her moan!This erotic romance is 27,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞Rump waited for her nervous fingers to relinquish his buttons. Then he said, with muffled anger, "I told you not to call me again. I told you that it would go hard for you. And yet--"＜/p＞＜p＞"--I did!" she snapped. "I have no other choice.""No!" he said. "And did I not tell you that, too? There is always a choice.""So you would have me choose my own death?" she said. "Yes!" he shouted. The word was so loud and so fierce that Lorelle shrank from the hunchback. For a moment, his ugly face faltered and his golden fingers opened, as if to reach for her, as if to apologize for his outburst, but when the moonlight touched his hand, when it glinted back its cold metal, his heart hardened once more. "You owe them nothing, Lorelle, not even your life. Give them death. It is the only freedom in this world."Lorelle clutched her throbbing chest. "How can you say such a thing?" she whispered. "Death is freedom? Only one who has lived so long could be so arrogant. If my mother taught me anything, you miserable man, it is that life is fleeting. It cannot be dispensed with so casually, not when its span is unknown or its quality variable by the moment. A week ago I was a worthless brewer's girl. Tonight I am a heartbeat removed from the crown. What will I be tomorrow? Would you prefer a corpse?"The Rump clawed his fingers through his limp hair and threw his cap at his feet. "No," he said. "Only, it will not end here, Lorelle. The King will have you spinning until your dying breath.""Yes," she said."I cannot save you indefinitely," he said. "There is only so much you can sacrifice.""I will give what I must," she said. "That," he said, "I do not doubt. You are as tenacious a maid as ever I met.""I am no longer a maid," she said. "You saw to that."The Rump gazed into her sweet brown eyes. "Aye. That I did. Though I took no pleasure in it.""Liar," she said. "You took as much pleasure in it as I did." Then, remembering that he could never finish the act, she amended her statement. "Some pleasure.""Pleasure is irrelevant to this new affair," he said. "Lorelle, I beseech you to reconsider.""Why?" she said. "Is this not what you do? Is this not your demonic mission? To seduce women into your power?""My power?" he laughed. "Oh, Lorelle, if you knew..." He shuffled to the spinning wheel and gave its wheel a formidable turn. As it blurred into motion, silent sparks rolled forth into the shape of golden teeth. The teeth grimaced and melted into smoke. "I wasted my young years seducing women. What I do now is penance. Do you know what sacrifice I would ask of you for this second wish?""Some new depravity?" she hoped. "I confess, I've exhausted my imagination as to what it could be.""You've been fantasizing about me, have you?""Let us not go so far," she said. Her fingers traced the circumference of the wheel until they rested close to his own golden hand. "Only that I have been preparing myself to be defiled."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Submitting to my Son-In-Law【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Annie prides herself on being a good mother and an even better wife, but she'll have to betray her morals if she wants to save her daughter Carly's marriage. Michael, her daughter's handsome husband, wants to divorce Carly for cheating on him…unless his mother-in-law submits to his passionate lust!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, honey," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞I bent down and kissed his forehead. He reached to take my hand off his cheek but I just raised my other to his neck. I wanted to hold him back, keep him from breaking away. I hated what Carly had done and wanted to comfort him. I kissed him gently on the cheek. "Mike, I'm so sorry," I pressed my forehead against his. My hands on his cheeks, I gave him a maternal peck on the lips. "Please don't go," I said. "Don't do something you'll regret." He relaxed in my hands but kept his fingers curled tightly around my wrists.＜/p＞＜p＞"Annie…" he said.＜/p＞＜p＞"No," I said. I kissed him again on the lips, trying to keep him in his chair. My bangs brushed over his nose. "Don't leave her, Mike, please, you're so good for her. She needs you." I was whispering into his face, our foreheads touching. His hands reached for my shoulders and we rocked together. "Please," I said. This time he pushed his mouth into mine; it was a soft kiss, a hurt kiss. It was alright, it was security. Somehow though my hands cupped his strong jaw as we rocked together. His mouth was so beautiful.＜/p＞＜p＞His stubbled lower lip brushed my chin. I shook my head against his face, my eyelashes brushing his eyes. His finger sifted up the hair at the back of my neck. Then he kissed my mouth.＜/p＞＜p＞"Just don't," I said. "We love you. We all love you. You're a part of this family."＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm leaving and I'm never coming back," he said. His hands tightened on my shoulders.＜/p＞＜p＞"Then why did you come here?" I said. I was still bent over him, uncomfortably, thinking I was comforting him with my soft words and hands. But his hands wrapped around my arms and brought me closer. I was off-balance. His lips grazed my cheek, and then pushed firmly into the corner of my mouth. "I can't..." I breathed into his mouth. He pulled me forward.＜/p＞＜p＞"Can't what?" he murmured.＜/p＞＜p＞What was happening? I couldn't stop him from pulling me so instead of falling I pushed forward until I fell into his lap. Without meaning to, I straddled him on the chair. He squeezed my body against him and I had to throw my arms on his shoulders to free my arms. I could feel him begin to undue the knots of my apron. "Mike, don't…" I breathed into his mouth. I had to. Our tongues touched. I didn't know what to do but as long as I kissed him I thought he'd leave the apron alone. "Don't do something you'll regret," I managed to gasp out as he squeezed my midsection and drew me closer to him. He reached down and pulled my skirt up. He laid warm hands over my cold thighs.＜/p＞＜p＞I jumped. "Mike!"＜/p＞＜p＞He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I hadn't been kissed like that in years. But I hadn't wanted to be! This, this man in my lap was a strained ball of muscles and fury…he was dangerous. He was Mike! I kept telling myself I didn't want this, but I never pulled away when he kissed me, only kept myself at a remove so that he had to keep pressing forward into my mouth. Into my mouth. His fingers sifted into my hair and gently pulled my hair tie off. Without thinking, I ground my panties into his lap, squeezing him with my thighs. His fingernails raked my leg. "Oh my God!" I cried.＜/p＞＜p＞He loosened the strings of my apron and pulled it off me, between our bodies.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	262円
The Futanari's Gigolo【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Eddie is a handsome young gigolo who specializes in pleasing older women. His latest assignment, escorting a foxy cougar with a taste for BDSM, was supposed to be a typical affair. That was until his client turned out to be his former English teacher! Ms. Robbins hates Eddie's guts because she remembers the self-entitled pretty boy he used to be. As the two exchange banter in her hotel's bar, however, they discover a mutual attraction. And when Ms. Robbins reveals that she's a futanari (possessing both male and female genitalia) that kicks Eddie's libido into overdrive. He can't wait to be dominated by this futa cougar, and she can't wait to collar him!＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞I flipped my hand to wrap her fingers against my palm. "I'm not going to pressure you to do anything you don't want to do," I said. "But I will nudge you if that's what you want."＜/p＞＜p＞Gail clucked her tongue. With her free hand she brushed her nails through my dark bangs. "You really are very handsome," she said. "What is that like?"＜/p＞＜p＞I grinned. "You tell me."＜/p＞＜p＞"People think I'm cold. It's not the same. You radiate warmth. Your smile... If I didn't know you, if you were just a face in a crowd, I'd want this. You ride the line between masculine and that stupid metro thing. I'm just somebody's mean old mommy."＜/p＞＜p＞I kissed her knuckles. "Do you want me to call you that?"＜/p＞＜p＞"No!" she groaned. "God, no. Are you kidding me? I could barely stand kids as a teacher. And that's not what gets me off."＜/p＞＜p＞I leaned into her knees and propped up my chin. "Oh, go on."＜/p＞＜p＞She laughed, and mimed choking me. But when she was done with her angry hand gestures she was holding my face in her palms. Her chin trembled as she formed the words in her mind, and when she was finally ready she licked her lips. "Eddie," her shaky voice confessed, "I have a man's...part."＜/p＞＜p＞This is the part I'm good at.＜/p＞＜p＞What would you do? Would you laugh? Right in those big, wet eyes? To that quivering chin? Would the incongruity of her heartbreaking face and her ridiculous statement shock you to laughter? Would that unexpected confession revolt you? Scare you?＜/p＞＜p＞I gazed into her eyes, my expression unchanged. "So?"＜/p＞＜p＞Gail sniffed in alarm. She wiped her palm to her nostril, to her eye. "I'm not joking!"＜/p＞＜p＞"I didn't think you were."＜/p＞＜p＞She gushed out a nervous laugh, and grabbed my cheeks again. "No, Eddie, I...I have one. I mean it."＜/p＞＜p＞"And I believe you," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞"So..." She leaned in, searching my eyes. "So, what do you think of that?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I can understand why you're into pegging," I said. "Now, is it where I think it is or is it on the back of your knee or something?"＜/p＞＜p＞She shoved me back. "Eddie! Please!"＜/p＞＜p＞I took her hands in my own and rested them on her bare knees. "So you have a man's anatomy. Anything else I should know?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Um..." she stammered. She had not expected me to take this so well.＜/p＞＜p＞In point of fact, it was not the strangest thing I'd heard. I once met an escort who specialized in roleplaying as a dinosaur. You wouldn't think there'd be a market for that but he's killing it on the east side.＜/p＞＜p＞"Maybe I can help," I said. "How do you classify yourself? Are you transgender? Transsexual?"＜/p＞＜p＞"No, no," she said. "I'm a woman," she said. "I mean, I identify as a woman and I'm only attracted to men. But I'm...I have both."＜/p＞＜p＞That was intriguing. "Both?"＜/p＞＜p＞"I have all the sexual organs, and they all work." She squeezed my fingers. "I don't understand why you're not shocked."＜/p＞＜p＞"I can answer that two ways," I said. "One more professionally, one personally."＜/p＞＜p＞She furrowed her brow. "Okay..."＜/p＞＜p＞"Professionally, I'm in the sex business. Sex is my business. I wouldn't be very good at my job if new kinks and encounters bothered me. I like new things. That's why I do what I do."＜/p＞＜p＞A small smile. "I like that. No one's ever told me that."＜/p＞＜p＞"You haven't been with the right kind of escorts."＜/p＞＜p＞"I haven't been doing this that long..."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
My Nasty Futanari Neighbor: Volume 1【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞Abby hates her punk neighbor. She hates her piercings and her tattoos and her short blue hair. She hates the way she walks and the freewheeling way she lives her life. Most of all, she hates the way she smiles at her in the halls. It's like Leticia knows what Abby's thinking, like she can feel what Abby feels every time she brings home a new girlfriend. Abby's certainly not jealous of the sexy, smirking, blue-haired weirdo... Abby wishes she could just ignore her nasty futa neighbor. Unfortunately, she's still the best lay Abby's ever had!＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic tale is 12,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞It was insufferable that Leticia knew when I was horny. She didn't always comment, not aloud, but she teased me even so. It was like she had a sixth sense for my arousal. When she smelled it on me, when we passed each other in the hall, she'd casually turn her head and offer what she called her best "lesbo smirk." I usually scowled back at her and said nothing (though my cheeks burned like two guilty roses).＜/p＞＜p＞The most recent indignity occurred while I was getting my mail. I looked up and she was opening her own mailbox, not even looking at me but with that stupid smirk on her little lips. They were soft and pink, too cute for the cruel eyes that glinted beneath her faded blue hair. "How's it going?" she asked, in a tone that knew exactly how it was going.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated her. I put out no vibes at all, not intentionally, not like at the end of a good date or drunk at a bar and feeling sassy. On those rare occasions I flirted, I smiled, I touched the man I wanted to take me home. That afternoon, as I shuffled swiftly through my spam, nothing in my demeanor said I wanted human contact. What I wanted to do was scream in her face.＜/p＞＜p＞How did she always know? After a long day at the office dealing with idiot customers and my idiot bosses and trying not to suffocate in my cubicle, the desire to just be pushed into my pillows and taken to oblivion was overwhelming. Maybe it was the junk mail, maybe it was the inherent loneliness of my building's grungy postal corner, but something about twisting my key in the metal box brought my horniness to the fore.＜/p＞＜p＞It was gross. After an exhausting, awful, thankless day, the last thing I felt was sexy. But Leticia knew I wanted it.＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm fine," I snapped at her.＜/p＞＜p＞She never snapped back. She just shrugged and went back to reading her mail. But the smirk remained. "This would all be so easy," her eyes said, "if you'd just admit the truth."＜/p＞＜p＞Sometimes she left her door open when I returned to my apartment--as a signal to my nervous libido that relief was on call. From inside I'd hear her awful punk music or the clang of pots and pans and know her stupid smirk was just out of sight. Usually I hurried up the stairs to my apartment. But then there were days when she didn't play games. She'd wait in the doorway leaning against the threshold like an imperious cat, arms crossed, eyes too big for her mouth, mouth too soft to ignore. Those were the days I ended up inside her apartment. Those were the days Leticia had her way with me.＜/p＞＜p＞I hated her. The kisses were soft at first but soon came the teeth. She'd bite my lip and make me moan to the ceiling, above which resided my own barren apartment. How many girls had I heard her seduce while trying to cook or sleep or read in peace? And so I wondered, not for the first time, was I angry because I was just like them or because I was just like her?＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
Mrs. Wilson's Cure for Headstrong Ladies & Hysterical Wives【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞All Hubert wanted was an obedient wife that could zip her lip and be a pretty little homemaker. His Minnie sure is pretty, but she's as obedient as a feral cat! She's always mouthing off, breaking vases, and screaming about "her place" in a man's world. When she crashes his Rolls Royce Phantom II, that's the very last straw! Declaring his wife hysterical, Hubert takes her to the one woman that can cure any headstrong dame. Little does he know, Mrs. Wilson has zero interest in "fixing" Minnie and every intention of awakening her lesbian lust!＜/p＞＜p＞This erotic tale of lady love in the 1930s is 10,000 words and for readers 18 and up.＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞"What are you doing to these women?" Minerva demanded.＜/p＞＜p＞"You make it sound so nefarious!" she laughed. "I do a few things, but mostly I listen. In those cases, the 'cure' is just mind over matter. A wife wants someone to tell her she's getting a raw deal. She wants to know that her anger doesn't qualify her for the bug house. It doesn't make the anger go away but it keeps her from balling up, helps her fool the husband for a few more years."＜/p＞＜p＞"I know my deal," Minerva growled. "I don't need you telling me how raw it is."＜/p＞＜p＞"Mm," Faye hummed. "I had a feeling about you when I saw you coming up the walk."＜/p＞＜p＞"And what feeling is that?"＜/p＞＜p＞"That you might have some venomous urges that needs relieving."＜/p＞＜p＞"I most certainly do not!" Minerva gasped. She kicked out the chair as she stood up and tried to stomp away. The room was rather small, however, and her way was impeded by the strange piece of furniture with the bleached leather cushions. She managed to squeeze her way between that contraption and her overturned seat and got halfway to the door--despite her violent shaking--when she felt Faye's hand on her shoulder.＜/p＞＜p＞"I'm sorry," the woman said calmly. "I was excited to talk to you and I ran my mouth off. I have a tendency to do that."＜/p＞＜p＞Minerva glared at the woman over her shoulder. "And why were you so excited?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Pretty girls with dumb husbands do that to me."＜/p＞＜p＞Minerva was sure she didn't know what the woman was talking about. "Could you let me go? I just want to get away. If you say I escaped...told Hubert I got out of the house...then I could live here, in Los Angeles. I don't care what I'd have to do, I just can't be with him anymore."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Because I don't love him. He's not a bad man. He's a stupid man but he's not evil. I thought I could love him. Daddy said I would. But I don't."＜/p＞＜p＞"Why?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Stop asking me why!" Minerva screamed. "You've said yourself there is no cure. There is nothing you can give me to make me love him, no magic potion. So you say I must live with him or resign myself to...poisoned urges."＜/p＞＜p＞Cautiously, Faye drew her fingers along the girl's jaw and tilted her face up. "There are other options available to you," she said. "If you're keen to learn."＜/p＞＜p＞"What can I learn in a day?" the girl sniffed.＜/p＞＜p＞"Oh, doll, I don't need that much time."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	393円
The Unconventional Romance Bundle Naughty Hookups & Kinky Affairs【電子書籍】[ Veronica Sloan ] 楽天Kobo電子書籍ストア	＜p＞These aren't your standard romances. They're a little bit naughtier, a little bit dirtier, and a whole lot more fun. These lovers are going to earn their happily ever after, but it's going to be a kinky ride!＜/p＞＜p＞In "Claiming Cassidy," a shy nerd finds his inner alpha when he learns his co-worker likes it rough. In "Bad Boys Are So Good With Their Hands," Mona can't resist the lustful advances of her roommate's ex. In "One Weekend With My Best Friend's Father," Lindsey has to share a sleeping bag with a silver fox...and can't help exploiting the situation. Finally, in "His Personal Call Girl," Catherine is desperate for cash, and Tom has money to burn. If she'll be his personal prostitute, he'll make it worth her while. There's just one hitch: Catherine has a boyfriend...＜/p＞＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞＜p＞＜strong＞From "Bad Boys Are So Good With Their Hands":＜/strong＞＜/p＞＜p＞His mouth closed over mine and I didn't resist it. The kiss was smooth and warm. Like a nimble sea creature, his tongue tickled my lips, and then touched my own tongue. I moaned against him. But I had to push him away.＜/p＞＜p＞"Why do you always have to mess with me?" I said. I winced at the sound of my own voice breaking.＜/p＞＜p＞His face became stone serious. "I am not."＜/p＞＜p＞"You are!" I shouted. The words boomed in the hall. "You know I saw you. You're teasing me!"＜/p＞＜p＞His hand swung up, more graceful than a dancer's, and took my trembling hand. He kissed my fingertips - one, two, three. "Why are you really here, Mona?"＜/p＞＜p＞I was so frustrated I could cry. Yes, I wanted him. I'd wanted him for a stupid long time. But... "I have to go," I said.＜/p＞＜p＞"No you don't. You think you should go. But you wouldn't be here if you didn't already clear it in your schedule, if you didn't block out the time. Are your textbooks in your backpack? Were you going to the library after telling me off?"＜/p＞＜p＞Now I actually felt the tear running down my cheek.＜/p＞＜p＞"Did you memorize the words you were going to say to me?" he asked, his breath hot on my face. "Did you make a dozen excuses why you were doing a favor for Jess when you just wanted an excuse to see me?"＜/p＞＜p＞"Stop," I said, breathless.＜/p＞＜p＞"We never would have met at a party, Mona. It's messy how we did meet, but we met. And now you have to decide what you want."＜/p＞＜p＞I just stood there, the books in my backpack pressed between his wall and the muscles of my back. I stood there with tears streaming down my face and the heat of my frustration choking the life out of me. I didn't want to want him so much.＜/p＞＜p＞"Are you alright?" he asked.＜/p＞＜p＞I shook my head. I wiped at my nose desperately, shutting my eyes against the new gush of wet that threatened to pop out my eyeballs. I felt his arms around me, I felt his lips in my neck. It was like all the years of frustrated longing were being ripped from me, squeezed out by his thick arms around my quivering body. And then his mouth was on mine again, hot and yearning. I sobbed into his mouth, guilty for wanting, desperate for release. I'd seen him that night, and in that misbegotten glance he'd learned more about me than I would have ever told him.＜/p＞＜p＞"I don't know how," I whispered into his mouth. His thumbs skated across my cheeks as I dug my fingers into his neck. "My heart can't take it anymore. I can't be sexy."＜/p＞＜p＞"You don't have to be sexy," he whispered back. "Just accept that I want you."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちらをクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。	1,313円