Free On Sale for Christmas by Laurel Adams Page B

in the city, and take you to swanky parties, and then push you up against the wall in an alley and fuck you so hard you feel it for days. But mostly? You're right. I'm a happily-ever-after kind of guy. And that's not going to change."
    He stood there, fists clenched, as miserable as I'd ever seen him. And I just wanted to reach out and shake him. Instead, I asked, "What kind of pancakes?"
    Ben sputtered as his eyes met mine. " What? "
    "What kind of pancakes do you want to make me?"
    Gawping as if he thought I was crazy, Ben finally crossed his arms over himself. "Blueberry. Because blueberries have antioxidants. Because they're good for you. Think you can fucking handle that, Becca?"
    "I happen to be crazy about blueberries," I said, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand. "…and you."
    Ben eyed me, sullenly. Totally disbelieving.
    I gave a shaky little laugh. "You actually made being with good guy Ben White a little dangerous, you know. A little risky. That's pretty much catnip for a girl like me."
    That coaxed a tiny smirk from him.
    I took a deep breath. "I don't know what comes next, Ben, but whatever we did last night cracked me open and my insides got all mixed up with yours, too. So, yeah, I'm crazy about you. I'll even use the L word first if you want. And I'll be your date for New Year's Eve. Think you can fucking handle that ?"
    Ben's eyes slowly filled with a hopeful emotion. "If you're screwing with me…"
    "I'm not screwing with you," I said, my heart filling up with such warmth that I flushed with it. "But if you're my guy, then I have to go shopping for a Christmas present for you."
    His eyes sparkled, and he reached for me. "You're everything I ever wanted for Christmas."
    I grinned, tugging him into a lustful kiss. "Then you should start learning to open up your presents on Christmas Eve…"

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    DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story engage in some risky behavior and make some questionable decisions; it should go without saying that this behavior is not to be encouraged in real life. But that's the beauty of fiction; they can do this, and we can enjoy thinking about them doing it, without anyone getting hurt.
    Also, please keep an eye out for the next story in the series, so you can enjoy the continued adventures. In the meantime, please enjoy this excerpt from Stranger Danger .

EXCERPT

    STRANGER DANGER

    Laurel Adams
    ~~~
    Semen seeped into the crotch of my panties as I closed my eyes and tried to sleep on the midnight bus back to college. On that dark and chilly fall morning, my wetness was my naughty secret, a reminder of my marathon orgasm session with my boyfriend and our mad-dash fucking session before leaving to catch the last bus out. It'd been risky. I'd just barely pulled my jeans on when my parents came upstairs to help me with my bags.
    But I loved risky sex. Going down on him in a movie theatre. Sexting in the middle of class. It made my boyfriend nervous, but I couldn't help myself. He was my high school sweetheart—a really nice guy—and I really tried to be a nice girl.
    But it took effort.
    As the nearly empty bus rumbled out of town, I could still feel my boyfriend's hands on me. I tried to ignore the buzz of arousal, but my mind kept replaying pictures in my head. Sex on the floor. Sex over the bathroom counter. Sex with me on top. Sex fully clothed, my jeans barely pulled down. The more the memories flickered in my mind the more intense the fluttering between my legs.
    I wanted to come again. Needed to.
    Biting my lower lip, I looked around me. The bus was quiet; I was one of only a handful of