Out
Now – Love Bites by Queenie Black (@queenieblackwr1) #erotica #ku
#kindleunlimited
These four short stories contain too-hot-to-handle Greek gods, a sexy Vampire who might just turn out to be a killer, a Master who can wield a crop with artistry, and two delicious CEOs who know how to keep a woman happy. Oh, and chocolate, BDSM, MFM Mènage and sex in an elevator.
Elevator Magic
A steamy encounter in an elevator makes Cass the
center of attention for two sexy men. Is it just hot sex for them or will Cass
have to make some life-changing choices?
Immortal
Longings
Not one, but two Greek gods in her bed. How’s a
girl to choose? Must Zoe’s sensual holiday romance end in farewell, or will she
try to make her own heaven on earth with two demigods?
Eleanor’s
Choice
Eleanor explores the shadowy world of submission
– her marriage depends on it. Will the Master give her an experience she can
use to please her husband, or is it time to walk away?
Love
Bites
Lonely Ella is mesmerised by the owner of a
chocolate shop. Drawn into Lang’s rich, seductive web, she grows to fear as
well as desire him. What is the secret he is hiding from her?
An Excerpt from - ELEVATOR MAGIC
“You know
what? You can take your job and stick it.” Mad as hell I grabbed my purse and
stomped out of the little cubicle I called my office. I was done here and I was
never coming back and fuck the giving notice part.
The
elevator always took ages to creak its way between floors and I could feel the
stabbing pressure of what felt like a thousand eyes in my back. Of course they
were all watching. They’d been waiting for something like this to happen for
twenty months. Just then melodic chimes signaled the arrival of the executive
elevator. The one that normal people like me are forbidden to ride in, the one
for the exalted rich and the bosses who live in the penthouse. I wanted to
escape the avid looks that were directed my way and, what the hell, what could
they do anyway? Sack me?
So I
stepped into it.
I turned
and, just before the doors closed, got a good view of open mouths, staring eyes
and was that…envy? It certainly looked like it from where I was standing. As
the doors slid silently shut, I raised my hand and gave a little finger wave.
The car
was bigger than my bedroom, and a thousand times more luxurious but I hardly
noticed the mirrored walls and the thick-as-a-mattress carpet. My attention was
caught and held by the two guys already in there, one on my left and one on my
right.
My gaze
darted between the two of them and I felt guilty colour sting my cheeks. I
hadn’t expected company but I wasn’t objecting. These guys were fit and built.
One dark-haired and smoooooth, the other blonde and just-got-in-out-of-the-wild
rough.
And I knew
them. Brandon Shaw and Mitchell Graham owned the company I work – ooops,
scratch that – the company I used to work for. I’d met them at work events,
like the Christmas party and the Halloween party and the Employee of the Year
party. I’d seen them a couple of times from a distance. They always had a flock
of female employees around them.
I’d heard
people described as chick magnets but only realised exactly what it meant when
I saw these two. I used to feel their magic pull yet always stayed away because
initially I was in a relationship, and then afterwards was suffering from a
broken heart and struggling to cope with a job where my ex was screwing a
colleague. Pity my ex didn’t take a leaf out of these guys’ books – there was
never any suggestion that they had slept with anyone from the company. Which
meant in the end that there was a gentle rumor that they were a) gay, or b)
didn’t like vanilla and went for the more exotic, with their tastes catered for
elsewhere.
I positioned
myself with my back to the wall and let my gaze slide over them. To my right
was Brandon. He’d taken off his suit jacket and had it hooked over one
shoulder. Beneath the fine fabric of his shirt I could see the hard muscle of a
broad chest, arrowing down to a pair of narrow hips and a huge bulge... Oh man.
I licked
my lips and dragged my reluctant gaze away to focus on his face. He was
watching me scope him out. There was a hard predatory glint in his eyes. Heat
speared through me from my cheekbones to my pussy, part embarrassment and part
desire. I squeezed my thighs together to stop the growing ache.
I quickly
glanced away and found myself checking out Mitchell on my left. He was slightly
shorter than his partner, and seemed kinder and less predatory too. His eyes
were a softer green, more jade than emerald. But his shoulders were as wide and
he sported an identical erection. Were they lovers? A pity for womankind if
they were gay. What a loss.
I
shouldn’t be in the elevator with them in the first place but the new militant
me with nothing to lose didn’t care. So instead of fixing my gaze on the floor
and fighting the temptation to look again, I enjoyed the view. They put my
slimeball ex to shame and my panties grew damp while they silently watched me.
I wished that I was wearing something a little less conservative when the
elevator jerked to a sudden halt.
Not a
nice, slow, we’ve arrived kind of halt but the scary kind.
The lights
went out.
Panic dug
its claws into me, not letting go even when the emergency lighting kicked in.
“What’s
happening?” I didn’t even try and keep the terrified squeak out of my tone.
“Hey,”
Brandon said softly, “it’s going to be alright. They’ll have it fixed in no
time.”
“It’s
broken?” I hated the idea of being shut in closed spaces, and the car, despite
its size and luxury, suddenly felt very small. I couldn’t bear to spend hours
locked in here hanging over all that empty space. The walls closed in, my hands
and feet went cold, and I struggled to breath.
“Now
you’ve done it, Brandon.”
“Easy.”
When had they got so close to me? I was crowded by two warm male bodies that
smelt good. Having them so close, almost touching me, took my mind off the
elevator.
“Rub her
hands, Mitchell. Get some warmth into them, she’s freezing.”
Mitchell
sandwiched my hands between his palms and rubbed hard. The movement distracted
me, not because he was making my hands warmer, which he was, but because he
kept bumping my breasts. Awareness rushed
through me and my nipples went hard as cherry stones and poked at my blouse.
Brandon’s hands rested lightly on my hips but they might as well have been
brands. I could feel every finger as if there were no clothing between us.
Woodsy cologne, mingled with clean male musk, swirled around me. My pussy
creamed and I couldn’t help it; my wayward body leant back until I was pressed
hard against Brandon.
His cock,
huge and promising, seared my lower back. I couldn’t prevent a small sound
escaping. I felt my cheeks go hot. What must they think of me?
Mitchell’s
expression was rich with satisfaction in the dim light.
“Shall we
carry on distracting you, baby?”
I
shivered, my panties drenched as my body answered the question for them. Brandon nuzzled the sensitive spot beneath my
ear. His voice rumbled right through my body as he asked, “Ever been
double-fucked before?”
The crude
honesty of his question embarrassed me and I couldn’t answer. Then I forgot
what he asked because Mitchell dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands
stroked slowly up the back of my thighs. They smoothed over stockings, and then
paused when they reached my lacy garters.
About the Author
I’ve been writing pretty
much since I was able to read. I juggle fundraising for charities, family life
and writing with varying success. My children have mostly flown the nest and I
live in a small village in North Yorkshire, England with my husband and some
chickens. I write in an old caravan in the garden where I can’t be tempted to
procrastinate on the internet.
