Angelina Rain
  • Indecent Encounters
  • Master of Mine
  • Rescued Love
  • Virgins Behaving Badly
  • Flames of Desire
  • Sucking Santa's Candy Cane
  • Bunnies and Batteries
  • His Guardian Witch
  • Aroused
  • Cauldron Of Tales
  • To Die Tonight

BUNNIES AND BATTERIES
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Bunnies and Batteries

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What's a girl to do when she has a sexy neighbor on her mind and a brand new
  vibrator in hand?

Grace Alderson is secretly in love with her neighbor,
  Clay Sawyer. She knows they don't have a future together, not after what she
did  to him almost a year ago. There was no way he would forgive her for
something as  awful as that! Still, it doesn't hurt to fantasize about his
kisses and touches  as she plays with her vibrator. When a strange sound wakes
her from the orgasmic  bliss, Grace realizes she's not alone. Clay is in her
house… watching her. Can  they get over the past and find their happiness
together?

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Excerpt:

The dog turned  to him and Clay saw the begging in his eyes.

Damn it! He turned off the  device and put it back down. Jumping over the fence, he intended only to open  her kitchen door and let the dog inside. However, the instant he went to do it,  a low scream pierced the air.

It was feminine and throaty and almost  seductive. Like a whimper, one of possible pleasure or pain.

Maybe she  was with …

No, he brushed the idea away. He hadn’t seen any man enter her  house. But what if she had fallen and hurt herself?

He opened the door  and Cello rushed in, running straight to his water bowl at the corner by the  kitchen table.

Another moan pierced the air.

“Grace?”

No  response.

He stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him.  Clay hadn't been inside her house since their friendship ended. There were  several times when she had invited him over for pizza and a movie when they were  just friends. Before he ruined it with his romantic intentions. Her place hadn't  changed. He took in the same light kitchen with its white walls, white floors,  and pale wood cabinets and table. The appliances were a light ivory and a bit  aged. It was the black marble countertops that brought life into the small  space.

Stepping into the
next room, he came into the dark living space.  Flickering shadows of light from
the fireplace danced across the walls, and soft  music came from the television.
Yet, what grabbed his attention was  Grace.

She lay naked on the red leather couch, a black blanket under her  back. One long, shapely leg thrown over the back while the other was on the  hardwood floor. Her head was on a little red and black throw pillow. Long  strands of golden hair were scattered around her head like a halo. Her eyes were  closed and her mouth open, as another soft moan escaped those luscious  lips.

One hand tirelessly pinched a hard pink nipple. Her breasts weren’t  big. They were a perfect handful, or mouthful.

His breath caught in his  throat and his mouth fell open as he watched her. He wanted to touch those  breasts with his hands, his lips, his tongue. He wanted to bite onto one of  those nipples and pull it lightly until she screamed for more. He wished to hear  that soft moan again. And again!

Grace had a pink vibrator inside her  core, pulling it in and out. The smell of sex filled the room and his erection  rubbed against the fabric of his boxers. The scratch of it pained his penis head  and he stuck his hand inside his shorts and stroked himself. The feel warmed him  all over, and he wished it were her hand instead. His gaze fixed on Grace as she continued to pull the vibrator in and out.

He knew he should leave. Knew it was wrong to stand there, uninvited. Yet, Clay couldn’t tear his gaze away. He watched,
mouth  agape, with his hand in his shorts. The strain became too painful and he pulled  out his hand.

Grace switched hands, tweaking her other nipple as she  continued pulling the vibrator in and out. Her legs started to tremble as she  arched her back. Her mouth fell open and a scream escaped her throat. "Oh, Clay," she said around a moan.

His cock jutted inside his shorts. Did he hear right? Did she really just say his name? Her eyes were still closed, so
she  couldn't possibly know he stood before her. Could it be that she felt some of  the same emotions toward him that he felt for her?

A groan escaped his  throat at the thought of her returning his love. He bit his bottom lip, regretting the sound he made. He stared at her face as her eyes opened. Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were a darker blue than usual. Their gazes
met. Her face quickly turned from pleasure, to shock, to panic, and she screamed  as an orgasm ripped through her.

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