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Curved Lines
Dee Carney
Allie Cooke
Lexxie Couper
Merryn Dexter
Tily Greene
Kathryn Lively
Dawn Montgomery
Quinn
Jodi Redford
Dee Tenorio
Contents
Copyright
Introduction
Allie Cooke
Dirty Deeds
JEFF
LOLLY
JEFF
LOLLY
About the Author
Dee Tenorio
Another Man’s Treasure
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
About the Author
Jodi Redford
K(ink)y Curves
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
About the Author
Merryn Dexter
Pretty In Ink
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
About the Author
Dee Carney
Acquired Taste
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About the Author
Lexxie Couper
Scorched Desire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
About the Author
Tilly Greene
Hot Tamale
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About the Author
Quinn
Like A Boss
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
About the Author
Dawn Montgomery
Marked By Ice
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
About the Author
Kathryn Lively
Waking Up
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About the Author
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Dirty Deeds © 2016 Allie Cooke
Another Man’s Treasure © 2016 Dee Tenorio
Kinky Curves © 2016 Jodi Redford
Pretty In Ink © 2016 Merryn Dexter
Acquired Taste© 2016 Dee Carney
Scorched Desire © 2016 Lexxie Couper
Hot Tamale © 2016 Tilly Greene
Like a Boss © 2016 Quinn
Marked By Ice © 2016 Dawn Montgomery
Waking Up © 2016 Kathryn Lively
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Get k(ink)y with ten sizzling hot book boyfriends!
These sexy, curve-loving, tattooed bad boys will steal your hearts and more in this all-new novella collection brought to you by USA Today and bestselling authors.
Dirty Deeds — Allie Cooke
Four days, a million dollars, the performance of a lifetime…but what happens when they stop faking it? Dirty Deeds ain't always dirt cheap.
Another Man’s Treasure — Dee Tenorio
A widowed actor and single dad pulls out all the stops to show a single mom just how well a woman can be treasured.
Kinky Curves — Jodi Redford
The queen of dirty talk. The king of grind. Love is about to get real filthy.
Pretty In Ink — Merryn Dexter
Sexy, sweet Aubrey Jensen is everything a semi-reformed bad boy could want – but sometimes getting what you want doesn’t give you what you need.
Acquired Taste — Dee Carney
When celebrity chef August Jaeger mixes it up with a curvy food blogger, they both realize what they want isn’t on any menu.
Scorched Desire — Lexxie Couper
When a Harley-riding hunk literally sweeps her off her feet, Jilly Parker finds herself transported to a world of dragon shifters, carnal lust, and fated love.
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nbsp; Hot Tamale — Tilly Greene
Derek Schrizer is a retired Marine looking to get a new tattoo, not reconnect with his first love, the curvy sexy Cat.
Like a Boss — Quinn
Proving she’s more than a smart mouth and sexy curves would be a hell of a lot easier if she wasn’t so distracted by her sexy new boss.
Marked By Ice — Dawn Montgomery
His only job is to protect her at all costs, but who will protect the big bad wolf’s heart once he gets a taste of her sweet lips?
Waking Up — Kathryn Lively
A chance encounter forces a plus-sized woman with dormant dreams to wake up and find her own Happily Ever After.
Dirty Deeds
Allie Cooke
JEFF
I was a liar. A goddamn liar.
Not five minutes ago the part-time housekeeper had shouted her goodbye. I’d raised a hand in acknowledgment, anxious for her to take her money and get the fuck out so I could meet Lily for our ‘date’. I’d cut it damn close—closer than Lily would know. With a deep breath, I pushed the thought out of my head, freed my cock and oiled up my free hand. I’d set my laptop on the patio table and claimed a deck chair in anticipation of my afternoon with Lily.
And…I was probably going to hell.
Lily appeared on screen, her cherry-red lips curved into a smile. Her head rolled back as she spread her thick thighs wide and ran the vibrator up and down her clit. Her lower lip caught between her teeth as she finally slid it into her wet pussy and back out again.
“Damn, baby,” I muttered. I tightened my fist around my cock, my hand pumping up and down in sync with her on-screen actions, unable to hold back a groan at my impending orgasm.
“Who knows what you like, sugar?” she practically purred.
“You do.” Damn her, and damn me, too.
She moaned and spread her legs wider, giving me an uninterrupted view of every tasty, fuckable inch of her—from the buttplug seated in her tight little ass all the way up to the creamy DDD’s that almost hid her face from view. “If you were here,” she panted, her husky voice breathy, “I’d fuck you so hard, baby.”
“Make yourself come.” My bare feet dug into the wooden deck, my ass lifted off the cushion and I stroked myself harder as Lily used her free hand to push one large, pink nipple into her mouth. The sight of her teeth clamped on that nipple was all it took. Panting heavily, my head rolled back and I stared up at the crystal blue sky overhead as I finally shot my load.
I was definitely going to hell and right then, I didn’t give a fuck.
“Did you like that, baby?” she asked.
I grimaced at the screen. I hated when she called me baby.
“Always. I always like watching you come. Or is it cum?”
“I was never any good at grammar,” she said softly. She still lay on the bed, her legs now closed, one hand still positioned between them and her tits almost completely hidden from view. I could see a bit of sweat glistening on her face and her soft pink tongue came out and wet her lips. Her makeup was a little smeared, just enough to soften her features, and her blue and purple ponytail was a lot messier than it had been earlier.
Smiling, she pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and licked it. If Lily knew how jealous I was of that damn piece of silicone, she’d probably laugh her ass off.
With a heavy sigh, she sat up. “Time’s up, sweet boy.”
“No, wait.” I still had five minutes and I intended to use them.
“You want another twenty minutes?”
“Have you ever met a client in person?” I blurted out.
“In person?” She frowned, slowly shaking her head, then disappeared from view. The camera wobbled a little as Lily adjusted it. Then her face reappeared on the screen. Her perfectly made-up eyebrows rose and her cherry red lips were now pursed. Lily had no trouble conveying her displeasure with me, but if you don’t play, you can’t win.
At least, that’s what the Texas Lottery people said.
“Jeff, you know better.”
“I do,” I said with a shrug. “But I had to ask.” I stretched and propped my feet on a nearby patio chair, feeling a hell of a lot more relaxed than I had fifteen minutes ago.
“I’ve got to get back to my room.”
Of course she did. She had bills to pay.
I needed another beer. I wiped my hands on a clean towel, stood and fixed my shorts before heading inside. My interest in CamGirls had, at first, been more aesthetic, or maybe curious, or maybe even a mix of both. I made my living watching people—sort of. Most of my work was done in secret while theirs was done in the questionable light of day for anyone to see, and the idea of people putting their sex lives on the Internet fascinated me even more.
Because let’s face it, masturbation was everybody’s dirty little secret. We all did it, but nobody talked about it. Not really.
And girls like Lily didn’t exist in my world. Not really. Call girls, yes, but they were the kind who cost a couple grand a night. Maybe that’s what had drawn me into watching CamGirls. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t seem to stop watching them, though Lily had quickly become my favorite. It was casual curiosity. Accidental even.
As for Lily and me, we had an understanding—for whatever it was worth. I’m sure our understanding was no different than the ones she had with her other ‘favorite’ clients. Because that’s all I was to Lily—a client, a cyber-boyfriend, a paycheck, a means to pay her bills. But that didn’t stop me from pushing the limits with her..
If I had wanted, I could have probably dug up her real identity, but invading someone’s privacy was officially off my bucket list. That just wasn’t my thing despite the fact that I had the skills to do that…and more.
After I grabbed a fresh beer from the patio fridge, I rejoined Lily’s room. This particular Sunday afternoon it was fairly quiet. I blamed the tail end of football season, but I wasn’t complaining. That left more Lily for me. And on a slow day like today she’d been quick to agree to a private show.
Now she wore a pink tank top and smiley face panties as she worked the room for more tokens, making mincemeat out of all of us with her husky laugh and sexy quips. Because damn, she was good at it. Her lips curved into a smile, her head dipped and she stared into the camera from beneath her lashes. She sat on the bed in a semi-crouch with her feet tucked underneath her. This arched her back, thrusting her triple D’s toward the camera. So basically it was tits and a smile for the phleebs in the main chat room. “Tell me what you want.”
Someone asked her to take off her tank top.
She laughed and shook her head. “You wanna see the D’s, I need tokens, baby.”
I wanted to see her spread those legs wide again. I wanted to see her naked, chubby pussy swallowing her favorite toy. I wanted to watch her suck her own tits some more. And I wanted to see it live and in person. Once the idea took hold, I couldn’t let it go. I sat back, sipping my beer, waiting and debating how to proceed.
Overhead the clouds finally stopped blocking the mid-winter sun while waves crashed down the beach. I’d been in Galveston for a week and half already. While I had no plans to go home anytime soon, I was bored. I didn’t have to go back to Austin when I could do all my work remotely.
I opened a second browser window and sent her an email with an offer I hoped she wouldn’t refuse:
You look like you could use a vacation. I’m in Galveston. Join me. I promise I’m not a serial killer…just sick of my own company. We don’t even have to have sex.
Name your price.
I’m sure I wasn’t the only man who had Lily’s personal email address. For the right price, she’d probably sell just about anything. Harsh I know, but if I didn’t keep reminding myself that she and the other women I watched were businesswomen, this could have all gone downhill a hell of a long time ago. She’d told me once that some days she got upwards of a hundred emails. Seventy percent of which were dick pics. We’d laughed but I’d made a mental note to nev
er send her a picture of my dick—not that I would have anyway. I was man enough to know that women like Lily told me what I wanted to hear and smart enough to recognize she wasn’t the type of woman who’d appreciate someone trying to ‘save’ her.
Back in the main chat room, Lily’s tits jiggled as she laughed and swayed back and forth. I slipped her a couple hundred more tokens, then sat back and sipped my beer as she held up her latest favorite toy—a long, purple g-spot vibrator. Inside my swimming trunks my dick twitched.
I set my laptop on the side table after typing one last command, “Draw something for me.”
Sometimes Lily would sit in just her panties with a sketchpad and take requests for doodles and drawings–for tokens of course. It was all about the tokens. She was actually pretty good and I enjoyed watching her work.
No surprise there. She was my favorite Cam Girl, after all.
“Someday I’ll be famous and y’all can say you knew me when.” Her voice was soft now and a little bit sleepy as she got out her sketch pad. It wasn’t that late, but she’d been at it a while.
I threw some more tokens her way, then shut down my laptop, and went inside to clean up and cook myself some dinner. Patience wasn’t my strong suit and I figured it’d be a while before she answered me. Forty-five minutes later I sat at the kitchen bar forking up mouthfuls of grilled sirloin and roasted vegetables while listening to ESPN with half an ear.
To get what I wanted, I’d have to be patient, so much as I really wanted to reopen my laptop and see if Lily had responded to my offer, I forced myself to wait until I finished eating and had cleaned up the kitchen. Call it penance if you wanted, but by the time I finished, the sun had almost set and it was getting chilly outside. It was early December. Eventually even the Gulf of Mexico would have to submit to Old Man Winter. I pulled on a hoodie while debating whether to go for a walk or just check my email.