Decadent Deception
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Sweet temptations, sinful secrets, and scintillating seductions—psychic Lisa Vanderveen sees it all and wants to do whatever it takes to change Fate. But, when the man from her erotic visions appears at her door, she knows she is a pawn in the Universe's plan.
Blake Santore does not believe in psychics, let alone an animal communicator, however, he will do anything to help his best friend, a German Shepherd named Greg. He is unprepared for the shocking tale she weaves of a deception so unforgiveable it rocks his already fragile world.
Together they are bonded by undeniable chemistry and a deep need to uncover the truth. Their quest leads them on a dangerous and erotic journey. Secrets are revealed and desire clouds rational thought. Will the truth set them free or destroy their lives? Will love triumph over the need for revenge?
An excerpt...
"What are you?" The energy sizzling from her skin had felt like an electrical shock that had boiled his blood. Looking at her now, with the red glow of the setting sun reflecting on her skin, he felt as if he was encountering a being from another world.
She stood frozen in place, face averted, and chest heaving with rapid breath. "You should go."
He stepped a few paces backward and waited.
Waited for her to blurt out another revelation.
Waited for his body to stop trembling with the need to get naked.
Waited for his brain to snap out of whatever spell she had put him under.
Waited for her to say something — anything — that would convince him to flee when he wanted nothing more than to stay.
When she finally lifted her head and looked at him, the need in her eyes erased all hesitation or doubt.
He strode to her, grabbed her face between his hands, and crushed his mouth against hers until she sank against him and clutched at his shoulders.
He didn't want to think.
He didn't give a shit about consequences.
He didn't want to hide behind self-control and self-denial and self-delusion.
He wanted to indulge in primal instinct.
He peeled the tank top from her while she yanked the t-shirt from him. They were a tangle of hands and fingers and lips as they tripped their way to the lounge chair. Clothes fell aside until they were skin-on-skin.
She bit his shoulder.
He squeezed her breast.
He had never wanted to fuck anyone like this before — pure fucking. Animalistic. Hot. No talking. No thinking.
Mouths merged in a heated kiss while he rammed his cock into her without mercy. The tightness of her pussy urged him on, begged him to go harder and faster. He couldn't get enough. His hands were on her breasts, thumbs tormenting her nipples. His shaft plunged deep inside of her, hips grinding against hers. Tongues clashed inside each other's mouths, insistent, almost urgent in their dance.
The heels of her feet dug into his ass, holding him tight against her as her soft body pressed against his with equal passion. She tugged at his hair until it felt like strands were being pulled from his skull.
He wanted to come but tried to wait her out. He slid one hand between their bodies and moved his finger over her clit.
She bit him again, sucked his neck, nipped his jawline. Her hot breath teased his skin when she moaned and her body lurched beneath his.
He came with a shout into her open mouth. He hadn't given one thought to protection — and he hadn't given a damn.
Chest heaving against hers, he buried his face in her hair and squeezed her breast one more time before sliding his hand to her back and pressing her close. He shut his eyes and indulged in the feeling of his penis firmly entrenched in her body with her legs and arms holding him tight.
"Let's do that again," she whispered against his ear.
He smiled, any fear of this being awkward erased by her simple suggestion. "I noticed you had a hot tub."
"Sex in the hot tub sounds like the perfect way to end the day." She pushed her hands through his hair and urged his head up to look him in the eye. "To think I couldn't even look at you this morning and now you're cock deep inside of me —strange how the Universe works."
"Why couldn't you look at me?" He kissed her again, slowly, savoring her as he'd enjoyed her various baked goods. When he looked her in the eye, he noticed them deepening in color and felt her slight emotional withdrawal thanks to his question. "Are you a witch?"
She laughed as an answer and smacked him in the shoulder. "I'm not a magical being of any kind — just a psychic slash animal communicator slash baker. Are you a witch?"
He widened his eyes and shifted his weight, conscious of the fact that they were still joined together. "Me? I don't do anything remotely magical."
"Oh, I don't know about that..." she slid her fingers down his back and cupped his ass. "You managed to get my clothes off after knowing me less than two hours. That's pretty magical."
"From my point of view, it was a mutual seduction."
"Mine, too." She winked before wiggling free of him and scooting to her feet. With a sigh, she stretched her arms above her head toward the night sky and sauntered toward the hot tub. "Come on, Magic Man, I'm ready for round two."
Already hard at the idea of sinking into her again, he followed like a dog in heat.
