Has Jane accidentally fallen for the decoy?

Sometimes there is only one thing to do when you get dumped—make the ex jealous with someone new. Which is exactly what Jane plans to do with Ben, an older, handsome man who has agreed to act as her new love interest.

When Ben meets Toby, Jane's unruly dog, he offers to help her train him. But as Ben helps Jane gain control of her dog, he realizes he's lost control of his feelings, and he's beginning to fall for the much younger woman.

Suddenly, Jane can't seem to remember what she ever saw in her ex. All she can focus on is the way Ben makes her feel each time he kisses her. But now the ex has decided he wants her back, and he's willing to play dirty to make it happen.

Content Warning: Explicit sex

 

 

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After getting the drinks Jane headed back to the living room and found Ben sitting on the love seat. She had options at the moment. She could sit on the couch next to the love seat or she could take the spot beside him. What the hell, you only live once. She sat next to him, handing him his drink.

"Thanks for your help today."

"You don't have to thank me," Ben said.

"Yes, I do. You didn't have to help." She stopped a moment. "Wow, I'm so rude. I've been so caught up in myself I haven't even asked why you called. There must have been a reason. Was there something you needed?"

"Actually…" He set his glass down on the coffee table. "I called because I didn't want to have to wait until Thursday to see you."

He didn't? She was off work today and tomorrow. So, she hadn't expected to see him again until sometime on Thursday.

"I like you," he said, taking her hand in his.

She set her glass down now.

"I wanted to see if you might be interested in going on a real date with me."

"You like me?" she repeated.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"I didn't think I was your type. Don't you usually date women like Francesca?"

He chuckled. "Usually, yes."

"Well, as you can see, I'm nothing like her." She motioned toward her clothes. She wore a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans from the local superstore.

He pulled her toward him. "I like what I see."

"Are you okay with me being only twenty-seven?"

"Age is just a number, and when I'm with you, I feel as though I'm in my twenties again."

Her heart did a somersault and right as she was about to speak, he kissed her. She wrapped her hands around his neck and scooted closer to him. His body was rock hard, and her hands ached to explore it.

His tongue thrust into her mouth, and once again it was as if fireworks were going off behind her eyelids. She was ready to burst with desire. She had to have him. It was crazy and forward, and maybe in some way it was some fantasy she had to play out. She'd never been with an older man, and she wondered just how much more he knew than the men her age.

"You taste like heaven," he murmured.

How he was able to speak, she didn't know.

His hands teased the bottom of her shirt. "Are you okay with this?"

She nodded. Please, she thought.

He yanked her shirt off and tossed it across the back of the chair. His eyes devoured her breasts. She realized then she was wearing a plain, white bra. Why hadn't she opted for the lacey black one that morning? Though Ben didn't seem like he cared. He planted light kisses to her cleavage and let his tongue dance around the top of the bra. Her eyes closed and she decided to just feel what he was doing. To enjoy the pleasure he was willing to give.

A finger dipped inside and swirled around her nipple, then he lightly pinched it.

"Does this feel good?" he asked.

The way his hot breath felt on her skin was about to have her come right there.

"Talk to me, Jane."

Did she have to? "Yes, it does," was all she was able to get out.

His mouth claimed hers again, and he pushed her back against the couch. He wasn't gentle about it, and that turned her on even more. He was a take charge kind of man, and Jane was realizing more and more that she got a kick out of that.

Her legs spread open so he could easily position himself between them. She tugged at his shirt and let her hands slide underneath it. Rubbing her palms across his chest, she moaned. He was so hard and built. This was a man who took care of himself. Damn, she couldn't wait to see him out of his clothes.

"Uh, Jane," he said.

Realizing he was no longer feasting on her, her eyes opened and she stared up at him.

"By any chance, your feet aren't wet, are they?"

"Huh?" What was he talking about?

"I didn't think so." Ben pulled away from her and Jane looked around him. Toby had joined them at some point and was licking Ben's back.

"Oh my God!" She jumped up off the couch. "Toby, no! Bad dog! Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she shrieked.

Could this get any more humiliating? She glanced at Ben and saw he was laughing.

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Can Megan let her guard down enough to experience the pleasures Greg has to offer?

As an erotic romance author who has spent hours researching the BDSM lifestyle, Megan thinks she knows all about it. But when she decides to explore it firsthand, she quickly learns that there's a lot she doesn't know.

Greg isn't your typical Dom. He's an artist, and his life is anything but organized. He likes Megan from the start. She's honest and he sees something different in her. The more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself acting in ways he never has before. He's developing feelings for her, and he's hopeful Megan might be feeling the same way, but every time he tries to get her to open up to him, it seems that she takes a huge step back.

Megan has a hard time expressing herself, a problem that only intensified when her ex criticized her every time she tried to share her feelings. As a result, she learned to bite her tongue and keep her emotions hidden. So when she begins to fall in love with Greg, she isn't sure how to tell him, or even if she should tell him. But she fears if she doesn't open up to him soon, she may lose him. Can Megan find the courage she needs before it's too late?

Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM theme

 

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Megan offered to clean up, but Greg told her to go to the guest room and strip. This was a new side of him. As she took her shirt off and laid it on the bed she wondered, since this wasn't the playroom, how she was to greet him. To be on the safe side, she got on her knees next to the bed and waited. After yesterday's punishment, she didn't want to do anything to displease him.

Greg wasted no time getting into the bedroom. He was already naked, which surprised her, but the sight of him in his birthday suit started her engines right away. When she realized that she was gawking at him she diverted her gaze back to the floor. She hoped he hadn't noticed.

"The sight of you sitting there submitting to me pleases me so much," he said. "We aren't even in the playroom and yet, here you are willingly."

She smiled. She was happy she'd pleased him.

"I only brought one thing with me."

She hadn't remembered seeing anything in his hand, but then again her focus had been on his d*ck.

"Please stand and get a bottle of lube from the nightstand."

After she did she returned to her spot and began to lower herself back to the ground.

"Lay on the bed, on your stomach, right at the edge, and spread your thighs wide."

Doing as he said she stole a glance at what he had. It was something silver and small. She had a feeling it was the silver bullet. She'd never tried it, but she'd heard it gave intense pleasure.

Greg opened the lube and squirted the liquid into his hand. He started to rub her between her butt cheeks. "What color are we for me putting this in your behind?"

"Green."

"Good girl."

He slowly inserted one finger into her opening, and it felt so damn good. Tingles shot through her core, and she had to resist the urge to push back against his hand.

"I can't wait to be deep in that tight little hole."

Removing his finger, he then inserted the bullet. It wasn't too uncomfortable since she'd been using the plug. He clicked something and the vibration started. She gasped. Greg got on his knees and started to lick her center. She wanted to orgasm but knew better. He'd know and she didn't want to know what he would do if she disobeyed again.

"You taste so sweet." He blew on her, leaving a cooling effect where his warm mouth had been. "I want to taste and devour you, but my need to be inside you is even stronger."

Pushing her thighs open more he stood between them. He slammed into her with such force she cried out.

"You can come when you want. This is going to be fast for me. The vibration has me almost over the edge."

Megan was so thankful he'd given her permission. She was ready to climax and she let it go. A warmth was felt within and she knew Greg was letting go at the same time as her. Her pleasure drove through her body and was intensified by the silver bullet. When the rush finally stopped and her body was able to relax from the arch it was in, she settled onto the bedspread feeling so satisfied.

Greg pulled out and then removed the bullet from her. She expected him to leave and clean up but was surprised when he lay on the bed beside her.

"After that big breakfast and sex, I think I need a short nap," he said.

She was about to tell him how much she'd enjoyed what they had just done, but a lump formed in her throat and once again the fear of expressing herself set in. Greg grabbed the blanket and draped it around them. A nap did sound good. Closing her eyes, she heard his breathing quiet and it put her at ease to also drift off.

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