Free Kept: An Erotic Anthology by Holly Roberts, Leia Shaw, Cari Silverwood, Sorcha Black, Angela Castle, C. L. Scholey Page A

trouble placing. All the while, he mixed up a new drink, placing the white and pink concoction in a cocktail glass before sliding it in front of her, and putting away his cell.
    “My friend is eager to meet you.”
    Ash realized she beingfixed-up with a stranger by a stranger. Shit. She grabbed the glass, and took a deep gulp. Creamy, sweet liquid ran down her throat, making her moan with delight.
    “Easy honey, not so fast! This one is more potent. I call it 'Love and Dreams.'”
    “Love and Dreams? Well, aren’t you the romantic? So, is this friend of yours hot?”
    The bartender chuckled. “I think you’ll like him.”
    Her head buzzed even more as she enjoyed the warm, tingly feeling spreading through her body. It was like a sex hormone overload. She batted her eyes at the bartender.
    “You’re pretty hot; I’d do you.”
    She slapped her hand over her mouth, mortified at her outburst. Then, she burst into a fit of giggles. A knowing smile spread over his lips. He leaned over the bar and patted her hand.
    “You’re a sexy woman, Ashlyn, but I may get my head cut off if I dare make a move on what belongs to another.”
    Another? What the heck was he talking about? She didn’t belong to—
    “Hello, sweetheart.”
    A deep voice washed over her from behind. She shivered in response.
    Swiveling around, she almost slid off the barstool, but two large, strong hands gripped her arms, holding her in place. Her wobbly gaze landed on an expanse of a broad chest. Wowzers! Broad—a completely lame term—didn’t even begin to cover its size.
    Her gaze shifted upwards to the open collar of his white shirt, revealing golden tanned skin. She swallowed and moved further up to his head, finding a solid, slightly square chin and lips full on the bottom, bowed on the top. Oh, so kissable.
    That was what she wanted to do—kiss, lick, and nibble.
    Good god, her sensible underwear grew damp with her own juices, her nipples hardened into aching, hard points. Never did her body react so strongly to a guy, but she got the feeling he wasn’t any old, sexy guy. Oh yes, he turned her on faster than flicking a switch, and she loved it.
    His nose was straight and slightly large on his face, yet it fit beautifully. When she met his eyes, if not for his firm grip, she would have melted into a puddle of goo. She dared not blink as she stared into his deep, crystal blue eyes. Around his ears fell wisps of inky, black hair, the rest swept neatly on top of his head, making her fingers itch to run through it and mess it up while he did wicked thing to her body.
    She bit back her moan, her imagination running way too fast on the treadmill of her imagination.
    He was tall, dark and devastating to a woman’s senses. Surely, he was some kind of Greek god or cover model, or, well…she ran out of things to compare him to. He was simply out-of-this-galaxy, grade-A, prime male!
    She licked her lips. “Wowzers, I was just thinking I needed a super-hot guy, and here you are! I mean wow!”
    Did I just say that? I need another drink!
    “Super-hot is good for you like how I look, yes?” He chuckled.
    Wowzers, where was this guy from if he didn’t know the effect of his appearance? No doubt, he could have any woman he wanted. “Uh, yes, baby, your looks could set the arctic on fire.”
    He beamed a goofy kind of smile which was still hot. “I am more pleased than I can say that you approve, sweetheart. I’m Lance’s friend, K’marr.”
    She giggled. “Kmart?”
    “K’marr,” he pronounced slower.  “I came to meet the beautiful woman Lance said was sitting here all alone.”
    Confused as to who he was talking about, she broke his gaze to glance around at some of the more attractive women sitting in the bar, disappointment sweeping through her he didn’t come here to meet her.
    “Oh, really, where?” The touch of his hand on her face sent sizzles of awareness down her spine, more potent than the alcohol swimming in her body. He gently