Take the Heat

“I could use that income to pay off my debts,” Shane said, nodding. “And…it’ll give me a chance to try and make things up to you.” He stuck out his hand. “It’s a deal.”

Courtney grinned and shook his warm hand, relishing the feel of his smooth skin against her palm. “This…this could be good. I’m almost glad you robbed me tonight, Shane.”

Their faces were just millimeters apart, his naked body next to hers on the bed arousing something deep and primal within her. Lust.

“…really?” he asked.

“It probably would have been better if you’d just asked me out instead,” she amended.

Damn, he was cute. And if he’d asked her out, she wouldn’t have had an excuse to whip his perfectly-muscled ass, right?

“Can I ask you out now?” he asked. His lips were so close…

“Don’t push it.”

She didn’t mean to, but those lips—how could she resist? “You’ve probably still got some punishment coming to you,” she warned, and dropped a quick kiss to his lips.

He responded so eagerly, so sweetly, that before she knew it, the moment intensified, their tongues dancing together. They kissed with the awe and reverence only a new lover’s kiss can ignite.

She pulled away reluctantly. “Before we go on, I need to finish closing up the store, and put away my gun.”

“Thanks for not shooting me, by the way,” he said.

Courtney nodded. “Thanks for making it up to me. But no more robbing people, okay? You’re a porn model now.”

“Mama will be so proud.” Shane winked, and she couldn’t help but to wink back.

Her evening had turned out way better than she ever could have imagined.

The Bombshell

Candy Quinn

The visitor’s center of the prison was always a noisy place. Families came to visit, women, men, kids, lots of tears, some yelling, a few laughs even. It was a big open area where the guards watched from the sidelines, rarely needing to intervene but always a constant reminder of the fact that the men were still prisoners, even as they got a sampling of the outside world.

There was only one visitor who came to visit Sean Flaherty anymore. The woman he had met through correspondence was nothing he had expected. Years of being locked up and without visitors had left him desperate for any outside contact, and he was prepared to be grateful for most any woman who wished to visit him.

Yet every time she walked through that door…the only word that came to mind was bombshell.

Years of being an inmate had left him a lot of time to hone his body to its physical peak, but he had little access to anything else that might improve his looks. His dark hair was kept trimmed at least, but without proper grooming tools he had opted to shave his old beard right off.

Still, every time she saw him, her face lit up. As if it were she that was grateful and impressed by him. Somehow.

She wasn’t just pretty, with sweet girl-next-door eyes and a trim waist. How could she be, when she also had such surreal breasts and a perfectly sculpted ass? Her mouth was done up with a delicious pink lipstick, and her eyelashes made her look more innocent than he knew her to be.

She’d written him so many letters. So many filthy, tempting letters.

Her hair fell in large, loose waves and perfectly framed her face as if she was just walking out of a magazine spread. Each step of her long, toned legs made his cock stiffen in anticipation, her skirt shrinking up her thighs.

But when she leaned in, and her hair tickled his face, and he smelled the coconut perfume and saw down her shirt…

It was so many little, subtle things, and as her lips brushed against his ear, he almost felt like it was too much. The scent of her surrounding him, the way her white blouse formed a V along her cleavage just r

ight, the fact that he could see that black lace bra beneath.

Vivian was too good to be true.

His fists had clenched without him realizing, and he had to force himself to relax, to tone back those powerful urges as he brought his large, tough hand to hers. Her slender digits so dainty and delightful, with beautifully made-up nails. He gave that hand a tight squeeze in his powerful grasp, and his gravelly, harsh voice rumbled out to her.