Sugar And Spice Read online S.E. Law (The Boyfriend Diaries #9)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boyfriend Diaries Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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Even more shocking, Jane Morgan, my so-called boss, was downright gorgeous. I had no idea what to expect when I went to the bar tonight. Her Double D’s and round ass coupled with her sweet smile had me blown away. I’ve never read her work, but I hope to god that it’s erotic. I know that a lot of these romance writers tend to get over the top when it comes to steam. It has me wondering if she’s into dirty imaginative shit, and even more importantly, if her work includes bisexual MMF erotica. That would be a dream come true.

Tonight, with Jane has me thinking that she does. When she let me touch her without so much as a single word…as my fingers skated higher and higher up creamy thighs to reach her dripping panties, I could feel how much I wanted her. My pants got a bit tighter as I got just a bit harder. I just barely grazed my fingertip over her covered lips and her stiff nub tantalized me. The quick pinch I applied to it before leaving the bar was sure to leave her wanting more, of this I have no doubt. Hell, I know I want so much more. It was absolutely worth the semi-hard-on I’m sporting as I walk down the long corridor of the hotel’s top floor.

When I finally arrive at the hotel room, Brandon is waiting inside. He’s as tall as I am and very nearly cut from stone. We’ve been mistaken for brothers and even twins before, but no one knows that we’re actually secret lovers.

He’s gorgeous and as he stands to greet me with a kiss, I can’t help but tell him about the prospective third I’ve found in Jane. I see his eyes light up, and the idea of a threesome soon gets him excited.

“Are you sure bro?” he asks. “Does a woman like that even exist?”

I shake my head.

“I think so. She’s gorgeous, and she appears open-minded. At least, from what I could glean from our fifteen-minute conversation.”

My friend looks hungry, and his jaw tightens.

“Shit, that would be perfect.”

I grin.

“I know, right? We’ve been searching for so long now, and for her to fall into our lap like this … well, it’s kismet.”

We spend the entire evening talking about Jane. Her beautiful brown eyes, that charming smile, and the curly brown hair that frames her face perfectly. I tell him the most explicit aspects of her great rack and the ass to match. Explaining the events of the night allows us to dream of what might become of it. I can’t wait to smell her, taste her, and feel her inch by inch. I dream of peeling those soaked panties from her thick thighs and burying my face between her legs. With thoughts of Brandon sharing the delicacy of her warm center, my member grows stiff.

Soon, we’re climbing into bed together, drunk on thoughts of Jane. It only takes a moment to remove my hardened shaft from my boxer briefs to let him see how excited I am. As his mouth envelops me and he works me to a satisfying finish, I imagine what Jane will be like with the two of us. She comes off as innocent, but the innocent ones are always best. They often turn out to be animals in bed, contrary to their looks.

I tell Brandon these things as I start to return the favor, spitting into my hand before smearing it over his rock-hard rod. I talk him through it with explicit detail.

“She’s going to taste so good, baby. We’re going to take turns eating her out – bringing her to the edge before switching out. She’ll be begging to come the entire time.” I do the same to him as he nears climax and I stop the repetitive motion of my hand. Brandon groans in frustration.

“I’m going to suck you off while I bury my shaft in her,” I rasp, moving to take his length into my mouth. I hum as I fondle his smooth balls with one hand and work his hardness in tandem with my mouth. Suddenly, Brandon’s back arches, and he jerks hard in my mouth. That’s the sign. I seal my lips around the head and suck, swallowing his load as he groans deeply.

Tucking him back into his boxers, I pat his package gently before moving up to kiss him slowly. His tongue enters my mouth and I know he’s tasting his release when he groans once more.

“Shit,” he groans. “So spicy.”

I laugh.

“You’re spice,” I say. “Remember? I’m sugar. But save your energy for tomorrow,” I warn as he reaches for me again. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky.”

After all, tomorrow, I’ll see Jane again, and hopefully make headway in finding our treasured third.

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Jane

Convention day is here. Mattie showed up at my hotel door extra early to convince me out of my jeans and cute shirt and into a dress. Apparently, wearing jeans to speak at an author’s panel is a no go. Why? I’m most comfortable in jeans and sneakers, but Mattie’s adamant.



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