January (Calendar Girl #1) Anthology Anthology

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his cock reaching places inside me I didn’t even know I had. He’d triggered feelings so intense I cried out and clung to him as the first orgasm raced through my body.
    “Fuck yeah, Mia. You squeeze me so good. Again, sweetheart.” Wes rode me through the orgasm but still didn’t find his own release. Shit, the man was a stallion in the sack. I swear I drew all the aces in the deck when my aunt lined me up with him.
    Wes sucked on my lips then pulled himself out of me. Before I could protest, he turned me around and yanked my hips up. “Perfect fucking ass. Damn, Mia.” He smacked one cheek then plowed back into the heat between my legs, even before the sting of his slap left my skin.
    “Jesus, fuck, you know what you’re doing,” I moaned and let my upper body fall onto my forearms.
    He gripped my hips and set up a punishing rhythm. I could hear the sounds of our flesh smacking against one another. “Need that squeeze on my dick,” Wes growled as he leaned over my body and reached a hand between my legs. His fingers zeroed in on my ‘O-trigger’ and I was gone. Bucking wildly, the walls of my sex clamped down on his rock hard cock until he roared. Three swift plunges more and his entire body stilled, nestled flat against my ass as he pulsed inside me.
    Wes collapsed over me, his breath coming in fast pants against the hair of my neck. We were both winded, lost in our combined pleasure. He rolled off then tugged me to his chest. We spent the next few minutes making out like teenagers. The room smelled of the ocean, sex, and the faint remnants of my perfume, Tresor. Pretty much, perfection. If you could bottle the scent, I’d wear it every day.
    Lying together, I curved into his chest. “So, tell me something...” 
    Wes chuckled. “Could you be more specific?”
    I shrugged. “Tell me anything, something about you.” With one finger, I traced circles over his abdomen and pecs.
    He sighed. “Huh, well, you know I love to write movies.” I nodded. “And surf.” He winked and I grinned. “You met my parents, and my nanny. Well, she was my nanny when I was a boy, now she runs the house.”
    “Ms. Croft?”
    He nodded. “What else is there?”
    I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Uh, a lot. Do you have any siblings?”
    “A sister. Older than me. Married, no kids yet. She’s a grade school teacher. Husband’s the principal at the school.”
    “That pretty much answers how they met.” I waggled my eyebrows, and he winked. “What’s her name?”
    “Jeananna. How about you? Any sibs?”
    I laughed at his slang term. “Yeah, Maddy, well, Madison. Younger by five years. She’s nineteen and attending school in Las Vegas.”
    “So why’d you move out here?”
    I snuggled in closer to him. “Needed a change. And I thought acting was my calling. Still do, but…” I didn’t want to go into my life story.
    “But?” he prompted and I shook my head. “If you wanted to be an actress, how did you end up an escort?”
    “Money.” I shrugged. “You’re my first, you know,” I confided. He turned towards me so we were facing one another. His face filled with confusion. “My first client,” I finished.
    “Ah, and how’s it going so far?” he smiled.
    I feigned nonchalance. “Eh, ‘bout a seven out of ten, I’d say.”
    He rolled over on top of me, pinning my arms to the side. “Hey!” I chided with a big smile plastered across my face.
    “A seven! You give me a seven even though you have nothing to compare it to?” He laid a messy kiss against my lips. His hands stroked down my ribs and started wriggling. Instantly, I howled with laugher. Once he saw how ticklish I was, he went for gold, digging into my ribs, waist, and thighs until I was thrashing around, screaming for him to stop, laughter contorting my vision.
    “Admit it? I’m a big, fat ten!” He slowed then stopped his torture.
    “Okay, okay,” I took deep breaths of blessed air into my lungs. “I’ll say you’re a

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