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Woman on top
Nyesha Adu is nobody’s victim.
Over the years she’s left a trail of broken hearts and emptied bank accounts, but Takeshi Nishikowa is different. Sweetly earnest and fiercely protective of her, for the first time in Nyesha’s life she just might be ready to stick around for a while. That is, until secrets from her past threaten their growing love affair, forcing Takeshi to return to a life he’d left behind.
Excerpt:
Nyesha wore a black trench coat that was clinched at the waist. With her hands in her pockets, she did a bouncy walk toward him. “You’ve been following me.”
“No.”
“You’re not a very good liar.”
It was true. Her stare caused Takeshi to drop his head, unable to meet her eyes. “Yes,” he blurted.
“See? Now doesn’t it feel better to tell the truth?”
“Yes . . . and no.” Takeshi nodded vigorously as he answered, because he hadn’t been truthful. “No, I am ashamed.”
“Why? It’s kind of a turn on for me.”
Surprised, his head jerked up. “I-I thought you would be angry.”
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Tokyo after dark
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Adults Only
I think I’ll stake out some space on this site for uncut love scenes. Until then, here’s another excerpt from SENSEI, a AMBW erotic romance that will be out shortly:
Excerpt:
His wide eyed, attentive gaze followed the path of the nylon rope circling his waist. She’d advised him to look in the overhead mirror if he wanted to view her work from behind, so that’s what Takeshi did, welcoming her presence as she stood there, fussing with a loop at the small of his back, bringing up robe ends of equal length between his legs, then dividing them into opposite directions at his crotch.
The silence was broken by Nyesha’s hurried explanation. “Since this is your first time I won’t bind your elbows or your hands. I want you to feel comfortable. And safe.”
He gave her a grateful nod. Though she was all business, each time her knuckles and finger tips brushed against him, his arousal grew.
With a single strand of rope pulling along his rectum, the friction was exquisite, causing Takeshi to rock on his bare heels. Nyesha continued to tell herself she was doing this for his benefit, not hers. She was the rigger and he was the bottom, and his needs came before anything else. But his clinching butt cheeks didn’t go unnoticed. So she paused, asking if she should continue, taking the time to compose herself. He nodded, eyes now squeezed shut, focused solely on her nearness and the way she breathed steady and sure, barely exhaling. Truly, he craved her warm breath as it caressed his skin.