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Are you ready for more Club Destiny? Yes? I hope so because it’s coming. The final book in the Club Destiny series –  the series that started it all for me – will be here before you know it. Yep, you heard me right. This is the end of an era, and it’s going to be worth it.

So, how about a little tease from the book? Beware, this is NSFW (not safe for work)

SHARING HIS ULTIMATE FANTASY WITH Sarah had been a gamble, but the instant her eyes glazed over and she agreed, Dylan damn near came in his jeans. As much as he wanted to go on pretending there wasn’t a dirty, devious side to his sexuality, he couldn’t. He’d restrained himself for years and years, knowing that Meghan would never submit to his secret desires on an ongoing basis. Sure, she’d given in to him once or twice, back before they had children, but Dylan knew if he’d pressed for more, she would’ve thought he was perverted, probably even sick.
But he wasn’t either of those things. Not to say that sharing a woman’s body was the norm, because it wasn’t. However, it certainly was far more common than a lot of people realized. It was the very reason there were clubs like Club Destiny, Devotion, and Devil’s Playground. Those places offered people the ability to explore their sexuality with like-minded, consenting adults. There was nothing wrong with it, as long as all parties involved were safe and agreeable.
And yes, Dylan wanted to explore those more taboo aspects with this woman. What it was about her, he couldn’t put his finger on, but he was enjoying the fuck out of figuring her out.
After pulling her panties down her legs and discarding them into the pile of clothes, Dylan forced himself to his feet, then picked Sarah up and carried her over to the couch, perching her on his lap while he kissed her, allowing her to come down from her orgasm. He couldn’t resist stroking her smooth skin, cupping her breast, all while he teased her tongue with his own. When she sighed into his mouth, grinding her ass against his crotch, he allowed himself to be more aggressive, pinching her nipples gently, nipping her lower lip.
Damn, but this woman made him absolutely insane with lust.
“I want to feel your pretty lips on my dick,” he whispered against her mouth. “To watch you suck me.”
Sarah grinned and the gleam in her eyes made his dick twitch.
“Can you do that for me, Sarah? Can you blow me right here?”
She nodded and he reluctantly released her as she slid down to her knees in front of him. Not wanting to wait, Dylan unbuttoned his jeans and forced the denim down his legs while Sarah tugged his boots from his feet. When she pushed his shirt up, he realized she wanted him as naked as she was, so he quickly discarded it while she leaned in and teased the head of his dick with her warm breath.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, placing his hands on the couch cushion, not wanting to reach for her yet. “Tease me, Sarah. Lick me.”
He kept his eyes locked on her face as she wrapped her pretty pink lips around the head of his dick and sucked him, licking, laving, teasing as her eyes remained on his.
She was so sweet. Tentative yet eager. The way her mouth wrapped around him, her tongue curling over his shaft…
“Love your mouth,” he whispered encouragingly. “Perfect fucking mouth.”
That seemed to spur her on, because she caressed his shaft with her tongue, driving him wild with the soft vibrations from her moans. She seemed as eager to suck him as he was for her to do it.
Reaching between his legs, Dylan fisted his cock. “Lick my balls,” he instructed.
Sarah’s head dipped lower and the warmth of her mouth assaulted his sensitive sac. Damn. A chill raced down his spine, and his stomach muscles tensed, exquisite sensations rocking him.
He slowly stroked himself, not hard enough to push him over the edge, but enough to keep him hovering on the brink. When he knew he couldn’t handle much more, Dylan ordered her to stop.
“Stand up,” he instructed.
He assisted her to her feet as he got up. With his dick throbbing, desperate to be inside her, he urged her onto the couch.
“On your hands and knees.”
While she got into position, Dylan rolled a condom on, then moved in behind her, one knee on the cushion, one foot on the floor.
“You ready for me, Sarah?”
“More than ready.” She wiggled her butt toward him, making him smile.
Drawing on the last of his self-control, Dylan lined up with her warm, smooth cunt, then pushed inside her. He was once again overwhelmed with sensation, consumed by the tight sheath of her body as he plunged in deep.
“Oh, God!” Sarah reached forward and put her hand on the arm of the sofa as Dylan slammed into her. He pulled back, then thrust forward hard. He couldn’t help himself. He was staking his claim, taking what he wanted because he needed her with an intensity that scared the shit out of him.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
It was a fucking wonder he had enough sense to realize that it was definitely a possibility.

He wanted her that fucking badly.

Want more? 
Available for preorder! Coming January 31st.
Time doesn’t always heal a broken heart. Sometimes the only thing it does is fill the darkness with more shadows, more pain.

Dylan Thomas has spent the past decade living in the shadows, mourning the loss of his wife, his best friend, his very reason for breathing. He long ago accepted that he would never feel again, that he was damned to a world without light, without hope. That was the day the bottle won, and he gave himself over to the darkness.

Until the one night that rocked his brittle, crumbling world on its axis. She told him what they shared was simply a distraction, a way to forget for a little while. It would’ve been, except the tiny glimpse of how it feels to live again, to feel again, gives him the strength he needs to pull himself up by his boot straps. But sobriety comes one day at a time, and three years later may be three years too late.

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