Spice
Scarlet Smith
Mischief
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Copyright © Scarlet Smith 2015
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Source ISBN: 9780007579648
Ebook Edition © February 2015 ISBN: 9780007579648
Version: 2015-01-15
Contents
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
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About the Publisher
Jess’s alarm clock buzzed, waking her from a fabulously filthy dream about Max, her boyfriend of three years. Her sex dreams were few and far between and mostly starred dubious celebs, but this one was so much better. And although morning sex was usually way off her agenda – morning breath and sleep-sweat, anyone? – she was feeling more than a little horny.
‘Max?’ she whispered, moving closer to him and kissing his cheek.
He groaned and pulled the cover higher.
‘Max?’ Her voice was louder this time. She snaked an arm under the covers and ran her fingers across his stomach.
‘Huh?’ Max opened his eyes and was surprised to see her so close. Unless she had an early meeting, he was always awake and out of bed before her.
‘Morning.’ Jess grinned at him, swirling her fingers across the dark hair on his chest.
‘Wha’ time is it?’ Max’s voice was slurred from sleep. ‘Did my alarm go off?’
Jess leaned in and kissed his lips, then darted her tongue into his mouth. ‘Not yet.’ She let her hand wander downwards.
‘Huh?’
Jess silenced him with a kiss, a proper, deep, tongue – morning breath and all – kiss. She could feel that he was responding and tightened her hand around his cock.
Max turned towards her and ran a hand along her thigh.
Still wet from her dream, Jess pulled his hand up between her legs, moaning as his fingers found her wetness and slipped inside her.
Max moved his mouth away from hers and headed south to tongue her nipple.
Jess could feel her orgasm building, aided by her rude dream. She bucked against Max’s hand on her clit until, with a shudder, she came.
She pushed his hand away and moved underneath him. ‘Now,’ she instructed him, running her fingers up and down his legs.
Max slipped his cock inside her and she tightened around him. Then she lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and they rocked together, panting, his hard cock filling her until they found a release together.
* * *
Jess drove to work with a smile on her face. Maybe morning sex was her thing after all.
She parked in her usual spot and headed into the Starbucks opposite her office to pick up her morning latte.
‘Morning, Jess.’ Stan, the usual guy on the morning shift, grinned at her as she passed over her money. She felt like a regular now, despite the fact that she only came into the office three or four times a month. She wondered if Stan had noticed that she had a spring in her step today. She’d read somewhere that the smell of sex had a pheromone that other people could pick up on and be attracted to.
Humming to herself, her post-orgasmic glow making her feel great, she took the lift up to the fifth floor, where Fresh Vibe magazine was housed.
* * *
‘Morning, Leyla.’ Jess greeted her boss. ‘Thanks for asking me in today.’
Leyla smiled at her. ‘We always love your input, Jessie; just wish we had more stuff for you to do.’
‘Suits me fine,’ Jess said, smiling at the magazine staff as she wound her way through the desks with Leyla and headed for the meeting room. Jess was a freelance writer, not a full-time member of the team, but she was being honest when she said the arrangement suited her.
‘Come on, people,’ Leyla called behind her as she opened the door to the meeting room.
Jess followed her in and took a seat about halfway down the table near the pastries. Meetings at Fresh Vibe were always well catered. Pastries, croissants, fruit, juice, coffee … and