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enough.”
    The smile that lit her face took his breath away.
“Presumptuous stalker,” she teased.
    “Sychophantic whore.” He kissed her nose and drew her
closer. “Let’s order breakfast in bed this morning, what do you think?”
     
     
     
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    About the author:
    Well, my name is Jordan Bell and I like books, long walks at
the lake, sunrises and sunsets, mojitos and cosmos and, oh yeah, I write
erotica. I've been writing stories about strong women in the moment of carnal
lust and shy girls discovering their inner sex kitten for, I don't know, years
and years, mostly for myself and sometimes for my husband. We live in Illinois
with one cranky cat and a kind of stupid but happy dog.
     
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    My blog: http://jordabell.blogspot.com/
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    Bonus Excerpt:
    On the night of graduation, Emily calls her step-uncle to
come rescue her from the park in the middle of the night when her plan to lose
her virginity doesn’t go exactly as expected. He shows up in time to watch her
fondled at the hands of three college boys, but rescues her before they can
take her innocence. Uncle Nate is angry when he realizes it was Emily’s plan
all along to lose her virginity to these boys, but back at their dorm, not in
the middle of a park. Emily’s not prepared for the punishment he’s got in store
for her, and she’s certainly not prepared to lose her virginity to him in the
back of his car!
     
    In the Back of Uncle Nate’s Car
    by Jordan Bell
     
    I shoved her down again.
    She sobbed for me, big fake humiliated tears. I was her nice
uncle, her good uncle, the uncle who treated her like a princess. My brother
and I didn’t have sisters, we didn’t have female cousins, no kids of our own.
Emily was the first little princess to come into our lives and while my brother
Paul protected and cared for her, I doted upon her like my favorite kitten. I
wasn’t stupid, I knew why she called me and not him. To avoid this exact
punishment. I was supposed to pick her up and cuddle her and carry her lovingly
back to my SUV. I wasn’t supposed to debase her.
    She trembled as she crawled across the sand toward her pile
of things. Her jacket was folded, her shoes lined up. She’d taken everything
off herself. These were not objects that had been stripped from her in the
moment of capture. While she crawled, I admired the space between her legs that
peeked out from beneath her skirt. I’d never have imagined her to act like such
a whore, it was only fair that she not expect me to act like the forgiving
uncle.
    She unzipped her backpack, gulping on her tears. “Please
don’t be mad at me, Uncle Nate.”
    And then she pulled her panties out of a pocket inside her
backpack.
    “Oh, Emily .” I lowered my voice, dripping with
disappointment and disgust. “You took off your own panties.”