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Prisoner of Desire

A novelette of interracial erotic romance by

Yvette Hines

Prisoner Of Desire

Edited by Kathryn Lively

First Edition January 2011

ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-586-2

Published by:

Phaze Books

An imprint of Mundania Press LLC

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Cincinnati, OH 45211

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Chapter One

“Ten o’clock,” she’d said.

“Fireworks.” She caressed his arm.

“Take me to the moon.” She strutted past him in butter-tight jeans.

The memory faded as Steve headed toward the moonwalk exhibit with sure

strides as the Fourth of July fireworks went off behind him. All of Claremont

County had their gazes fixed on the midnight sky. No one paid attention to him

as he made his way to Lilly. Lilly Jackson was a hot little spitfire who was well

known in town. She wasn’t a whore by any stretch of imagination, but neither

was she a choir girl. When she wanted something, there was no shame in her

asking for it.

As he moved closer to his amorous rendezvous, his heart began to race. His

skin had tingled since Lilly gave him a sly wink, maneuvered her way beside

him, and whispered to meet her in the moonwalk exhibit. Thirty minutes had

gone by and finally the opportunity to get away had come. Slipping away from a

public affair for a lustful assignation was not like him. Correction: it wasn’t like

the Steve Ewing that everyone expected. No, Steve Ewing was a banker, a

manager, a conservative man to the Claremont County resident.

His father had been the bank manager for years in this town, and he’d taught

him young that reputation was everything. More like drilled it into his head. So

he’d set his goal to please his father.

Pushing thoughts of his father out of his mind, Steve advanced toward the

exhibit. Glancing one more time over his shoulder, he assured himself that the

town folks were still head tilting it toward the sky. Deciding not to use the front

door, he went over and tried the side employee entrance. He was grateful when it

opened.

The lamps around the carnival area broke into the semi dark room,

illuminating her form as she lounged on one of the simulated hills facing the wall

of stars. He could only see the top of her head. Her hair, normally chestnut

brown, appeared like an ink river running down the moon hill.

Pulling the door behind him, the room became a dim blanket around him. It

was hard to see anything. He was glad he located her body while the door was

open. The rocky foam pillowed under his feet, squishing and rising. When he

arrived at her side, her body was obscured by the shadows. He would have

enjoyed seeing her face, but he didn’t need to for the reason they were here.

Kneeling beside her, it didn’t take him long to realize that she must have

dozed off waiting for him. Smiling, he leaned over her, considering all the

delicious ways to awaken her. Leaning into her, he could smell her scent.

Weirdly it reminded him of Christmas, ginger and honey. Earlier he’d thought

she smelled of wild flowers, but with so many people milling around he must

have been mistaken.

Disregarding the sweet aroma, he began to whisper in her ear all the erotic

things he wanted to do to her. How he wanted to stroke her pussy and feel it

quiver in his hand. That he wanted to lick every drop of cream from her clit.

Finally, he whispered how he wanted to bury his cock balls deep inside of her

over and over again, until they were both dizzy with pleasure.

She took a deep breath and moaned softly in her sleep, letting him know he

was getting through to her.

He smiled and settled himself beside her.

“Are you going to join me, beautiful, or do I have to do this alone?” Kissing

the side of her neck, he continued to talk to her, coaxing her out of dreamland.

* * * *

Mandy’s sensual dream was built around a faceless man doing a good job of

turning her body inside out. His voice sounded velvety and made her imagine silk

sheets and hot bodies.

The little kisses he laid along her jawline caused tingling sensations on her

skin, and she couldn’t help shifting toward the tormenting mouth. Her dream

lover didn’t hesitate, he took command. Mandy was thrilled to be in his arms, in

the embrace of a man who took control without being asked. Outside of her

dream, men didn’t respond to her that way.

As the kiss deepened, she relaxed into the wonderland of her nocturnal

imagination. Giving over to the fantasy, she was amazed at how real everything

felt. The taste of his tongue as it dipped into her mouth, tangling with her own.

How her lips tingled as he dragged his tongue under it.

Her nipples were tight and achy, causing her to sigh with relief when his

strong, warm hand palmed one. When he pinched her nipple, she nipped his

bottom lip, hoping he understood how much she liked it. Her panties were soaked

and her jeans would soon find themselves with the same fate.

“Mmm, you are a sex kitten, aren’t you?” He squeezed harder.

There go the jeans , she thought as more wetness pooled between her legs.

“Yes,” she whispered, not wanting to end the dreamscape.

When the weight of his body settled onto her, she spread her legs wide to

receive him. She was mad that even in her mind they were both fully clothed.

She wanted to feel the intimate touch of his skin pressing into her own.

Her fantasy man must have anticipated her need. Shoving her shirt and bra

out of the way, he lowered his head, seizing one needy nipple into his mouth. His

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