Curves 'em Right (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 4)

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else. Then there was Blake, licking and biting on her nipples. Her sanity flew out the window with how good it felt to have Kane inside her. He plunged into her in quick hard drives. Each one deeper, harder than the last.
    Her mind muddled and her breaths turned into short rasps. She clawed at the chair, trying to reach for the cliff her body pushed her toward.
    “Fuck, Little Red. You’re wet and tight. So slick and hot,” Kane snarled. “Watching my dick come out drenched in your wetness is so goddamned sexy.”
    Blake bit down on one nipple then moved to the other. He slid a hand down between her legs, to tap at her exposed clit.
    “Ah, yes,” Kane muttered. “Squeeze my dick, baby.”
    “Kane. God, Kane. Fuck me harder. Please...just a little longer,” she moaned.
    “Anything you want, beautiful,” he said, plunging into her, leaving her breathless.
    Her pelvic muscles contracted. Blake tapped her clit again, biting her nipple harder and she flew. Her back arched, her pussy clasped around Kane’s cock and she screamed. Blake pulled back, jerked himself over her breasts, and spurted his cum over her chest. Kane thrust deep, his dick pulsing inside her, filling her with his seed.
    “You look so sexy, with his cum on your chest and mine seeping out of your pussy,” Kane said.
    “Let’s take you to bed and continue this there.” Blake grinned.
    She was still catching her breath. All she could do was nod and hope they helped her there. Her legs weren’t working yet. None of her muscles were.
    Blake lifted her into his arms and grinned. “Come on, curvy goddess. It’s my turn to fuck you next.”
     
     
     
     

SEVEN
     
    The next morning she woke up alone in her bed with no one in her home. She wasn't sure if she should be worried that they’d gone without saying a word or if she should be hurt. Neither man had made an effort to stay for the morning after. Wow. She couldn't believe that Blake and Kane would do that. It wasn’t like them. Not after all the things they had done the night before and then they left without a word. It was pretty disappointing.
    She got out of bed with a heavy sigh. Her muscles ached. A reminder of the sex filled night they'd had.
    Not that she was upset over the pain. She loved every single sore muscle.  A slow smile crept over her lips. The guys really knew what they were doing when it came to making a woman feel like the center of attention and special. Too bad it had only been one night. But now it was time to go back to reality and back to her day job.
    A nice, long, warm shower helped her rethink her love life. Tom wanted something deeper with her but she’d pushed him away because she only saw him as a friend. Ideally, her record-breaking night of sex with Blake and Kane would have been a wonderful way to start a new relationship. She knew that neither man wanted to test the waters and possibly put their friendship with Marcos on the line. So she brushed it off as a one-night stand.
    It was sad that she would probably lose her only chance with both men because of their unbending will to break any of the friendship rules with her brother.
    After checking on her brother’s dogs, and maneuvering it so that the biggest one didn’t pin her to the floor and lick her for a good five minutes, she headed in to work.
     
    When she arrived at the library her co-workers had gathered around her desk, watching her with interest.
    “What's going on?” she asked.
    “Nothing,” her boss replied, her voice holding a hint of anger. “Seems like you have an admirer.”
    She walked into her office. There sat a gigantic mixed flower arrangement in a crystal vase so large it took up her entire desk. The flowers had been chosen in her favorite colors of pink and purple.
    She dashed forward to grab the card on the bouquet hoping against hope. Realistically, she expected that they were from the only man that ever sent her flowers, which was her brother.
    Her fingers shook as she tore

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