Free Sweet Sizzle: A Red Hot Valentine Story by Jodi Redford

ploy to hide the fact he was lusting after her television set.
    “Yep. Picture and clarity is amazing. With the home theater speakers, it’s like being in the middle of all the action.”
    She wasn’t entirely certain, but she swore he shivered. Grinning, she grabbed the remote from the coffee table and handed it to him. “You can check it out while I’m getting cleaned up.” Leaving him to his private love affair with her electronics, she journeyed to her bedroom and yanked off her sweater. A quick peek at her reflection in the dresser mirror brought on a wince. Holy crap. Shit didn’t even begin to describe her appearance. Ben must be blind. Or thoroughly delusional.
    Deciding a brief wipe down with a washcloth wouldn’t cut it , she shed the rest of her clothes and crossed to the en-suite bathroom. Her gaze fell on the waterproof vibrator she’d left on the ledge of the shower tub. Oh Jeez. Good thing she didn’t invite Ben for a full tour of the house. She could just see it. “And back here is where I get myself off with BOB while I fantasize you’re bending me over and jack hammering me with your beautiful, enormous cock.”
    “So you think I have an enormous cock, huh?”
    She jumped at the unexpectedness of Ben’s amused drawl behind her. Cheeks burning, she sucked in a deep breath. Why didn’t I shut the stupid bedroom door? Gathering every ounce of courage she possessed, she slowly turned to face him. “What makes you think I’m talking about you?”
    “Just a hunch.” His gaze dark and carnal, he separated the short distance between them and ghosted his hands over her hips. “Am I right?”
    “Maybe.”
    His attention flicked to the vibe in her hand. “Does that thing make you come hard?”
    “It vibrates at 60 pulses per second. What do you think?”
    The shivery sensation that gripped him in the living room reappeared. Well, at least she ranked up there with her home electronics in terms of sex appeal. He licked his lips. “I want to use that on you. While you’re wet and slick all over and I’m buried deep in that tight, sweet little pussy.”
    This time she was the one left trembling, courtesy of his wicked words. Taking advantage of her inability to form a sentence, much less a coherent thought, he pulled her into his arms and fed her a bone-liquefying kiss. He nipped at her bottom lip, a sinful prelude to his tongue gliding inside to meet hers. Desire, heady and consuming, purled through each buzzing cell of her body. Whimpering, she dropped the vibrator and tore at his shirt, desperate to have his warm, sun-kissed skin pressed up against her. Conceding to her wishes, he toed off his loafers and stripped down to his briefs. She traced the defined V lines that disappeared behind his waistband before sneaking her hand inside the snug fabric. Her fingers wrapped around the hard length of his erection, his girth almost too big for her to fully enclose him. “You feel good, Ben. So thick and hot.”
    He closed his eyes, his head falling back as he gave in to a soft moan. “Who woulda thought I’d enjoy you calling me thick?”
    Laughing, she yanked his underwear past his hips and offered her shoulder for support while he freed the briefs the rest of the way, along with his socks. He returned the favor by fetching the vibe and scooping her into his arms before gallantly carrying her into the shower. Once he’d planted her on her feet, she switched on the faucet, sending a lukewarm spray cascading over them. Fortunately it didn’t take long for the temperature to rise. Then again, with the way Ben spooned her from behind while his hands made friendly with her breasts, getting properly heated up was definitely not an issue. Twining her arms around his neck, she wiggled against his big, ridiculously fit body. He gently squeezed her nipples, the velvety firmness of his balls rubbing along the crease of her buttocks. His shaft slipped lower, the fat head nudging the folds of her labia. She