For months, Anne's been indulging in a porn site that caters to women. She's even got a favorite model, a hottie who gets her juices flowing every time. Until she finally sees his face--and discovers she's been jilling off to videos of her lifelong best friend, Chase.
Now Anne can't even look at him without imagining his big, hard...everything. Worse, she's just become Chase's new roommate. How can she possibly keep her hands off all that grade-A beefcake when it's within arm's reach? Does she even have to? A friends-with-benefits arrangement is looking more appealing by the second...
Starting with the world's dirtiest dance, Anne and Chase's physical relationship builds to the point of combustion. However, no-strings is harder than Anne ever imagined. Her lust for Chase is like a drug...but she'll soon realize other, more complicated emotions are far more potent.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Lust and Other Drugs by Saranna DeWylde
An Excerpt From: LUST AND OTHER DRUGS
Anne agreed that she needed a man, but not just any man Gin could drag in off the street. She needed Chase Donovan.
And she was going to have him right now.
At least in effigy.
Her panties were so wet, clinging to her--the damp silk torture for her aching cunt. Every step she took, her jeans pushed the silk against her, just enough pressure to tease but not to bring any relief.
After Gin left, Anne pleaded fatigue and quickly retreated to her new bedroom. She made a frantic dive for the black overnight bag she'd stuffed full with all the things she'd need until she could get unpacked. Namely, a few days' worth of clean clothes and her Bullet.
Anne couldn't handle the Rabbit at the moment. She was too raw, too needy. The Bullet on the lowest setting would bring her some soothing although temporary relief. She slipped out of her jeans and under the covers.
After positioning the Bullet, she bit her lip and looked at her laptop. Did she dare? He was right outside the door in the living room. Or maybe he was in his room, filming. The very thought caused her breath to catch in her throat.
Yeah, she dared. Hell yeah, she did.
Anne yanked her laptop down onto the bed and pulled up Dreamed Desire. Chase's shoots were on her favorites list and she opened the video of him jerking off. Sometimes she'd watch him when he was with women, but his solo act was the one that got her off every time.
She flipped the remote switch on the toy and the gentle buzz made her sigh. Anne let her hands wander her body, imagining they were Chase's.
Just as the show was getting good--Chase was thrusting his hips up as he fucked his own fist--the rattle of the old knob on the door yanked her out of fantasy land and she slammed the lid down on the laptop just as the man himself crept into her room.
"Want me to tuck you in?" He gave her a lazy gin and then flopped on her bed, the mattress sagging under his weight and dumping her against him.
Dear God, he was on her bed!
While the Bullet was still on.
She fumbled beneath the covers but the goddamn remote was AWOL. Anne clenched her thighs tight to buffer the buzzing of the Bullet, both as soundproofing and to keep herself from orgasming until after he left.
But she had to admit that jilling off with him right there next to her had a certain bad-girl appeal.
"What are you doing?" He nodded to the computer. "Thought you were taking a nap."
"If you thought I was sleeping, why did you come in and pester me?" She squirmed beneath her blanket, trying to reposition the Bullet but not tip him off to what exactly was going on under there.
God, but it feels so good.
He splayed his hand on her hip. "Come on, tell the truth. You were in here looking at porn."
Her face flamed, but he couldn't possibly know. Could he? No, he was just giving her shit. "I certainly was not. I'll have you know I was reading Dakota Cassidy's new book."
"You wouldn't tell me anyway. Haven't you always said we don't need to be that close?" His breath tickled her ear.
"It begs the question yet again, if you thought I was busy..." Anne trailed off, masking the gasp as the building pleasure in her cunt almost betrayed her.
"I thought you were never too busy for me?"
Her hips jerked involuntarily as her orgasm mounted. "Jesus, Chase! You're tickling me."
"Am I?" His voice sounded raspy for a moment, but it had to be her imagination. "Sorry." He brushed his lips against her cheek in a familiar motion. "I'll wake you up at six."
She tried not to shiver at the caress. "You should get some rest too. You know Gin will want to stay until the place closes and you worked hard today."
"Is that an invitation to nap with you?"
Oh sweet hell, yes!
No! The Bullet would buzz her clit right off if she didn't let herself finish soon and get the damn thing out of her panties.
"No way are you hanging out in my bed. You haven't even bought me dinner first. See, you move in with a guy and all the romance goes right out of the relationship."
He laughed and got up. "That's my Anne."
Had his fingers lingered on her hip or had that been her imagination? It didn't matter; the experience was being deposited directly into the spank bank. In fact, the whole encounter, him next to her in bed, was going into the vault.
Even after he left, the scent of him clung to her pillow. She loved the smell of his aftershave; it made her think of his square jaw, clean-shaven, and what it would look like with his mouth closed over her breast.
That image and the scent of him were what pushed her over the edge. She came, straining and arching against the stalwart little toy and wishing it was Chase.