Mine To Take

By Vanessa Vale

It's been a month since their sexy foray at their friend's wedding. Can a business trip go from dull to daring, filled with never ending pleasure, mind blowing nights and lust filled days? It's Eric's chance to turn up the heat to....HOT!

This is a short 15,000 word novella that is Book 2 in a steamy hot contemporary series. Get Book 1, All Mine, on my web site - freeromanceread.com

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vanessa Vale
• Release date: Nov 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9788829549450

Vanessa Vale

SIGN UP FOR VANESSA'S MAILING LIST FOR LATEST NEWS and get a FREE book!Just copy and paste the following link into your web browser: http://freeeroticbook.comUSA Today Bestseller of steamy historical westernsWho doesn't love the romance of the old West? Vanessa Vale takes the sensual appeal of rugged cowboys a step further with her bestselling books set in the Montana Territory. They are much more than just sexy historical westerns. They're deliciously naughty reads that sometimes push the boundaries of fantasy. It's pure escapism with quite a few very hot, very alpha cowboys.When she's not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. She considers herself to be remarkably normal, exceedingly introverted and fairly vanilla, which does not explain her steamy stories and her fascination with cowboys, preferably more than one at a time. If that weren't enough, she also writes under the pen name, Vanessa Dare.She lives in the Wild Wild West where there's an endless source of 'research' material.To learn more about Vanessa Vale:Web site- www.vanessavaleauthor.comFollow her on Twitter: @iamvanessavaleKeep up with Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vanessavaleauthor

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1

My hands are sliding up from your hip, under your shirt, inching their way closer and closer to your luscious nipples, Eric said through the phone, his voice rough like sandpaper across the thousand miles that separated us. It was as if I were right there with him, feeling my husband's palms grazing my sensitive skin, making my nipples harden. His caress would be a heated whisper across my aching body. His words worked like magic, heating my blood like thick syrup, making me languorous with need. My skin tingled, even across the long distance between us. I want to feel them as they tighten against my tongue.

I gasped at the very erotic mental picture. He was very good at this, this long distance love affair. My nipples thought so too, as they tightened in anticipation of what he might say next. It'd been two days since I packed my wheeled carry-on and left town for work. Averaging a week away a month, I was used to the travel and had the process down to a science. But that didn't mean it wasn't difficult. A strain on my heart, my body's desires, its very need for sex. There was no doubt Eric felt the same way. Being in a different city each trip by myself was no honeymoon. It wasn't Mexico or Hawaii and Eric wasn't with me.

I missed my husband. We texted several times a day and talked at a minimum before I went to sleep, but my heart still leapt in my chest like a girl with a high school crush when I heard his special ring tone. After a long day promoting my company's new line of lingerie to various regional vendors, all I wanted was for Eric to pull me into his strong arms and nestle against his shoulder, feel his lips tenderly press against my hair as I breathed in his unique scent. I craved his touch, the feel of his hard body, all of him so familiar to me after all these years.

But traveling made phone sex our only outlet until I could return home later in the week. And we were damn good at it. For us, distance definitely did make the heart grow fonder. As an ER doctor, Eric worked long and varied hours. Even during the weeks when I was home, there were nights when he'd be working, our bed big and lonely without him. But he'd come to me in the morning, when I was all warm and drowsy, and wake me in his own special way, usually with his very skilled hands and mouth. Just the thought had my inner muscles clenching with need.

It had been a month since Eric's friend's wedding, where we'd taken a break from the reception and had a little party of our own—in the coat room. Once we'd gone home, we'd had even more hot and steamy sex. After being apart the entire week, we'd been insatiable. Eric had offered up zero complaints. In fact, the look of pure male satisfaction on his face after that night had lingered for days. I kept those memories in the back of my mind and wanted to do something like that again soon. I'm sure Eric did, too.

I planned to wear the cherry red sheer bra and matching panties beneath my suit the day I flew back. Eric liked to unwrap me, seeing his present exposed one button, one layer of clothing at a time. The fabric was so sheer, my nipples would not only be visible, but would definitely be pushing against the fabric in tight little points, all but begging for Eric's touch. His mouth.

As if he knew I was thinking about my breasts, he asked, Are they hard for me? Touch them.

My cell was on the pillow next to my head set to speaker. The lights were out, the room dark and cavelike and I could imagine being right there with Eric above me. I was sprawled out in bed—my very unexciting hotel bed—with my black nightie bunched up around my hips. One of my hands, mimicking my husband's decadent words, moved toward my breasts. I tugged a thin strap off my shoulder, lowering the neckline so I could work one nipple, then the other, into tight peaks between my fingers. My skin felt soft, the very tips of my nipples hard like firm berries.

God, I like that. Oh, I like that so much. I heard the breathlessness in my words, but I couldn't help it. I loved having my nipples played with—and Eric knew it. "Please...please, I want