FOREPLAY Unlimited: The Unlimited Series

By Kathryn Perez

I've colored outside the lines all my life and never regretted it. I cuss, drink, party and revel in being an eccentric, strong woman. Judge me, I don't care. My wild ways have led to lots of gratuitous one night stands and zero meaningful relationships. This never seemed to bother me, until I hit my mid-thirties. I've only ever known no strings attached sex. It's almost as if my entire life has been a series of emotionless foreplay. Now, I feel a tug towards needing and wanting something more.

The day forty two year old Remington Reyes walked through the door of my tattoo shop, life as I knew it was set on a different path. Everything I thought I knew about sex and love was obliterated in an instant. He was nothing like anyone I'd ever experienced before. He made me want all of the strings, all at once.

He made me crave MORE.

(This a 35K word serial set consisting of 3 volumes.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kathryn Perez
• Release date: Aug 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516368839

Kathryn Perez

Kathryn lives with her husband and two children in her hometown in East Texas. She's a self-proclaimed book junkie and music infused writer.

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Foreplay Unlimited

The Complete Series

Copyright © 2015 by Kathryn Perez

Cover design by Okay Creations

Editing by Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae

Formatting by JT Formatting

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Title Page

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Volume 1

Uncertainty

Casual Encounter

Ultimate Foreplay

Past and Present Collide

Volume 2

Past and Present Collide

Intervention

Bonfire

Fight or Flight

Here and Now

Sex and Salsa

Knock, Knock

Volume 3

Face to Face

Now What?

More

Strings Attached

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AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU TO my beta reading team. Jade, Megan, Lena, Chris, Tera and Chelle you all rock my socks off. Julie Titus, you are a formatting fairy and I love how you sprinkle your formatting fairy dust all over my books making them look fabulous each and every time. Murphy Rae of Indie Solutions, you made the editing process so incredibly stress free and your knowledge is priceless. I learned so much from you in such a short amount of time. You make me better. I like that shit. A lot.

READERS AND BLOGGERS, you are why I am able to live my dream as a writer. THANK YOU so much for giving my work a chance and for your support. It means the world to me.

C, I KNOW YOU THINK I’m crazy for setting up a profile on there, but it worked for you. Why can’t it work for me?

What a damn hypocrite this one is right here. Candace and Brisban found their little slice of happiness with lots of hot sex drizzled on top, so why can’t I give it a try? Candace is irritating the hell outta me.

I just don’t see why you think you need a website. Look at you. Candace motions up and down in front of my body with her hand. You’re built like a goddess, and then you have your extremely eccentric and outgoing personality. You can meet guys anywhere in real life. I wasn’t really looking for a man. I happened upon that site.

I roll my eyes. I’m so sick of hearing about my body and my outgoing personality. "Yeah, well, where has this goddess body gotten me so far? No-fucking-where is where. All I get are a bunch of lame-ass, boring-as-hell guys who couldn’t find a clit in broad daylight with a magnifying glass if they tried. I mean what is it with guys these days? Do they even know what foreplay or sex that lasts more than five minutes is?"

She laughs out loud, and I cross my arms like a pouty child.

This is not a laughing matter, C. I’m just so done with men. Last night was the tipping point for me. I went home with a guy I’ve hung out with a few times. But we got to his place and started making out, and soon it all went to hell in a handbasket.

She tries to conceal her laughter and puts her hand over her mouth. Then she says, And? What happened? Should I even ask?

I start talking with my hands like I usually do, waving them around to emphasize my words. "I’ll tell you. This idiot goes down on me and gets my hopes up. I’m thinking, finally, a guy who gives a shit about the woman’s pleasure, and then BAM…hammer tongue."

Candace bursts out laughing, and I flip her off. You’re such a bitch of a best friend, you know that?

She motions with her hand. Go on. I have to hear this.

The guy starts doing some crazy shit with his tongue that’s more like pounding the button on a remote rather than realizing it is, in fact, a clit.

I throw my hands up in defeat. I mean, my god, my clit is not a nail for his hammer-strong tongue. So, of course, I very quickly faked an orgasm. He comes up all accomplished, looking like he just climbed Mt. Everest or some shit.

She puts her hands on her face and shakes it back and forth. I love you, Janette. I really do. I’m sorry for laughing, but you know it’s funny.

Brisban walks in the room just soon enough to hear that last part. I hate to intrude on your deep conversation, but I’d like to say, we older guys are definitely where it’s at. He winks and laughs as he kisses Candace on the cheek. I love them together, but they really are as close as you can get to vomit-inducing, overboard mushy.

Honey, tell her she doesn’t need to use that website. Don’t you have friends you can set her up with?

Brisban contemplates Candace’s suggestion. The little crease between his eyes darkens. I don’t know. The guys I know are all pretty reserved business guys. I don’t know if they’re Janette’s type.

Oh, here we go. I have pink hair, tattoos, and piercings, therefore a businessman couldn’t possibly like me.

I cross my arms and give him a pouty face and frown. I swear, he’s so handsome it’s hard to be an asshole to him. That’s sort of stereotyping me, don’t you think?

I didn’t mean anything bad by it, Janette. I just mean I figure you like guys more like you.

I stand up. And please, tell me what guys more like me are, exactly.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other and looks at Candace, who giggles. You got yourself into this. Don’t look at me to save you from her. I hope you packed a lunch because Janette is a fantastic debater. If she hadn’t become a tattoo artist, I would say she should’ve been a lawyer.

Brisban throws his hands up. Okay, you’re right. I’m stereotyping. I’ll talk to some of the single guys at work and tell them about you. Maybe something will work out.

Now I feel like a charity case. You don’t have to do that. This has all gone entirely in the wrong direction. I was only telling C how I set up a profile on Sex Unlimited, and she got her panties all in a knot.

I’m officially out of this conversation and on my way to the grocery store for more diapers.

I look at Candace. She’s staring at Brisban with stars in her eyes. The man goes to the store for diapers, cooks, helps with housework, and gets up with William. He treats Candace like a queen. As much as I like to make fun of them, I couldn’t be happier for her. I’ve never seen Candace this fulfilled and in love with her life before. She smiles constantly. Even when she’s tired from baby duty, she’s smiling. I know it must be tiring. I can’t even imagine. But she has dreamed of this little family forever. She never complains and never takes what she found for granted. I guess once you get something you never thought you’d have, you really appreciate it.

It gives me this nagging feeling that my chance is slipping by. I’m in my late thirties, and the closer I get to forty, the more I wonder if I’m completely missing out on the other side of life. I love my job, and I love living for no one but myself. I’ve never been the kind to settle down and have serious relationships. My whole life has been like foreplay. I just haven’t hit that orgasmic life homerun yet.

I’m finishing up a sketch of a piece for a client who comes in later this evening. It’s a badass sugar skull with lots of vibrant colors and intricate details. The bell on the door dings. I glance towards the clock. It must be a walk-in because I don’t have anyone on the books until later, and Skeeter doesn’t come in until after eight. I put my pencil down and head down the short hallway, towards the front counter. A disheveled dude in a very expensive-looking suit makes his way to the counter. His mussed-up black hair and untucked shirt are a complete contradiction to that suit and those equally fancy shoes he’s wearing. His skin is smooth and tanned. That jawline looks like something from a designer model agency ad, and the symmetry of his frame is perfect. He’s tall—really tall. He looks like even though he isn’t a muscle head, he surely isn’t one who stays out of the gym. This guy is one of those who’s best described as beautiful. Not in the feminine way, just in the way that no other word fits quite right. But right now he looks like someone killed his puppy.

What can I do for you?

I need a tattoo. His voice is deep and desperate.

I arch a brow. Okay. Well, you’re in the right place.

He studies me carefully for a moment. His eyes are confusingly stunning. They’re a deep