Valentine’s Day may be the most romantic day of the year, but for these ladies, it’s also the most seductive. They may have love in their heart, but when Cupid shoots his arrows in their direction, they’re more concerned about satisfying the fire in their loins.
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      |  When Kristen finds herself alone on Valentine’s Day, she has two bad options—stay at home alone or tag along on a friend’s date. She decides to choose Door Number Three: going to a pub for some basketball and beer. But when she proposes a bold bar bet, will she go home with a fistful of cash...or have to settle the score in the most erotic of ways? Warning: Last Call (7,100 words) contains ill-advised trash talk, lusty logistics, and an awkward reunion.  I leaned over toward him, lips pursed, intending for nothing but a brief kiss, the kind I would give a girlfriend I hadn't seen in a long time. But he had other ideas. I probably should've seen it coming. He held the back of my head, and swiftly pulled my mouth toward his, opening it up with his tongue, which quickly darted to its destination in my cheeks. Aside from the initial awkwardness, he was a good kisser. I reluctantly opened my mouth wider, letting my tongue join with his. I could hear catcalls from his buddies, which encouraged him that much more. The next thing I knew, I had been lifted off my barstool, and my body was pressed against this stranger. He started to rub his hands up and down my back, and the feedback from the corner got even louder. I became lost in that moment, so as his hands eventually cupped each cheek of my ass, my hands did some exploration of their own, traveling south until they rested on the crotch of his jeans. There was already some activity going on. Although I expected to feel something, it jolted me back to reality. I had done too much. |
 | Victoria has a lavish lifestyle, and a serious shoe habit, to support—but her salary as a CFO just isn’t cutting it. In order to fund her extravagances, she starts doing some creative accounting and is convinced she’s come up with the perfect embezzlement scheme. But when her boss suspects someone is dipping into the company’s coffers, will a Valentine’s Day seduction be enough to keep her out of trouble at work—and out of prison? Warning: Double Dipping (10,100 words) contains bureaucratic booty calls, winter coat seductions, and number crunching for three. He just stared at me; it made me self-conscious. I wondered if I had done the wrong thing. Maybe this approach would only make the situation worse. The silence grew longer, and my confidence rapidly shrunk. After a while I started to feel rejected. He finally spoke, defrosting the chilly air of failure that engulfed me. "Ummmm...Victoria...I don't understand what's going on here." I laughed, trying to sound confidently sexy. "What does it look like?" "It looks like we were talking about work one minute and you stripped down naked the next." "I didn't have to strip down. I came in this way." Now he was the one laughing. "Okay, so you came to my house naked to talk about work?" I moved closer to him. I had to go in for the kill. It was now or never. I had to blow his mind that night, so he would forget about the whole investigation thing. If I didn't give Richard the best sex he'd ever had, it was just a matter of time before my money grab caught up with me. And then there was no telling what would happen if it all got exposed. "I came here to talk about you...about us." I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his as tightly as I could. I could feel his heart beating fast, and I knew it was just a matter of time before a bulge in his pants would make an appearance and rub against my exposed flesh. He gulped and nervously responded. "But...I thought you had a boyfriend." I firmly planted my lips against his neck. "Aren't you enjoying this?" "Um...yeah...but...." I continued kissing up and down his neck, tickling his skin with my lips. "Isn't this good, Richard? Doesn't it feel good?" I got my answer when I felt his erection grow against my body. I knew I had him. But the question was, would this be enough to save me? The fact that he didn't throw me over his shoulder immediately and usher me into the bedroom to ravish me made me have my doubts. "Wait, Victoria, I really don't understand why you're here. I mean...why all of a sudden—" "Shhhhhh...don't crunch the numbers on this, Richard. Enjoy it," I whispered in his ear. |
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