Free The Dryad in Her Pool by Allie Standifer Page B

Who knew the man was so sensitive? When he growled in mock anger—at least she hoped it was mock—Quinn’s heartbeat picked up while her pussy clenched in emptiness.
    Taking his handsome face between her hands, she stared straight into his gorgeous blue eyes. “I love you. I may have some issues with anger, and possibly a warrant for skipping some mandatory classes, but you complete me in a way that I can’t explain outside a Hallmark commercial. My soul knows you, my heart beats for you and my body craves you with every breath I take. I want you. Be with me. Love me,” she ended softly, gently scattering kisses over his cheeks, eyes and chin.
    “You’re too sore,” he said as he slid between her thighs, his cock wet with pre-cum. “I don’t want you walking funny for weeks.”
    Shrugging as much as possible while lying down with a hard man on top of her naked body, Quinn looked into his handsome face, smiled and told him the absolute truth.
    “Walking is highly overrated. I’d rather be fucked by my mate.”
     
     
     
     
     
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    Club Botticelli: Ordering Olivia
    Allie Standifer
     
    Excerpt
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    He made her panties damp when their eyes met and Olivia Paisley knew she should look away. After all, she was a respectable business owner, and respectable business owners did not fall into hormone-driven lust fits after strangers in their favourite sushi bars.
    But there was something about him she couldn’t look away from. His looks were compelling, but that wasn’t what had her heart racing and her breath catching from just one heated look. With him sitting, she couldn’t quite measure his height, but the way he sat in the small chair had her putting him at over six feet.
    His eyes were equally hard to determine. They looked brown from across the room, but somehow her mystery man didn’t feel like the brown-eyed type. Not that she knew what a brown-eyed type was, but still she felt his eyes would be more…
    Then he slowly lowered one eyelid before flicking it back up.
    He winked at her.
    Livia shifted her gaze back to her meal, heat creeping up her cheeks. How embarrassing to be caught gawking at a good-looking man like she was fifteen years old. Feeling foolish and not a little bit horny, she turned her attention to her food, determined to keep her mind and other body parts off the handsome stranger across the room from her.
    When she could endure it no longer, Livia slid her gaze over to the corner where the mysteriously hot stranger sat, only to find him gone. She let out a little disappointed breath.
    “What did I expect?” she muttered to herself and gathered up the remnants of her lunch. “A declaration of undying love?”
    With a shrug, Livia dismissed the entire thing from her mind. It wasn’t as though she would ever see the man again.
     
    * * * *
     
    Two days later
     
    “Ticket, please”
    Music teased Livia’s ears from behind the thick oak doors as she handed the requested paper to the geriatric usher.
    With a mumbled “enjoy the show”, the red-capped employee crossed his arms over his concave chest, closed his wrinkle heavy eyes and proceeded to fall asleep.
    “Thanks,” Livia whispered back and moved to the two massive doors. A slight tickle on her neck stopped all movement.
    Without giving herself a chance to think, she turned her head and felt all the air rush out of her lungs.
    He stood ahead of her, leaning casually against the wall. Wicked brandy-coloured eyes met hers and she flushed. There he was. The same man she’d gone giddy over two days ago. And that pissed her off more than anything else. Hardly a virgin, Livia had taken men to her bed before, but somehow looking into this man’s heady gaze made her forget all that, forget the successes in her life and all the accomplishments. This stranger’s melt-your-panty stare reduced her to the state of an untried girl.
    Livia wouldn’t stand