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  He heaved an enormous sigh. “Do you accept the position of Max Raines’ valentine?”

  “On one condition.” She nipped the soft part of his throat, underneath his jaw. “I want to sign my Max Raines first.” She sucked the skin on his neck until she knew she’d marked him as hers. He groaned. The stiff ridge of his cock jutted against her hip. “And you finish what you started last night.”

  This time, she didn’t have to ask him twice. Stretching her out on the black leather couch, he followed her down, kicking off his jeans. He slid his hands up and down her body, following his caresses with kisses, from the tip of her toes to the crown of her head, lavishing most of his attention on her thighs and her breasts.

  “I love that you’re wearing my T-shirt.” His words vibrated against her belly. “I love that you’ve forgiven me for being an asshole. I love the way you look, the way you smell, the way you moan for me.” He licked between her legs. “I love that you’re already wet and ready.” He shifted his position, easing his body over hers, bearing his weight on his forearms.

  Taking his cock in her hands, she stroked the hard, velvet length until she tore another groan from him. “I love that you’re ready for me.”

  She guided the tip of his erection to her entrance, and he slipped inside her with one confident push. Easy, natural. Two people made for each other. And then there was no more chatter. Just the squeak of their damp bodies moving against the leather, the rhythmic creak of the sofa springs, groans of pleasure and sighs of delight, breaths that came faster and faster as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the office.

  She squeezed her eyes shut as he locked his lips to hers and surged into her again, his thick cock stretching her inner walls as she’d never been before. Like her first time. Only so much sweeter, so much more thrilling than that. And hotter than freakin’ hell. Gloriously.

  He rubbed against every one of her nerve endings, unerringly locating her G-spot with every thrust, sliding his hand to where their bodies joined to massage her clit with his finger.

  No slam-bam thing when Maxwell Raines made love. An experienced sex god, practiced at the art of seduction, he had staying power, and plied his craft with skillful hands, a teasing mouth, and devastating strokes of his body, calculated to turn her to mush. Ecstasy seized her, total and complete. Erotic bolts of sensual lightning caromed through her.

  Digging her nails into his shoulders, she cried his name as he rocked into her harder, faster, more powerfully, sending her to the pinnacle of pleasure, but not letting her go.

  She sobbed for release. “Max. Max. Please, Max. You are making me insane.”

  The orgasm slammed into her, stunning and quick, followed by wave after wave of aftershock. Another release and another until she lost count. Weightless, beyond gravity, she floated, Max her only tether to earth.

  His roar blasted the office walls and he collapsed on top of her.

  Oh, the awesome weight of him. His ragged panting in her ear. His utterly male grunt of satisfaction.

  She stroked his bare back. “Just so you know….”

  He lifted his head with obvious effort and turned to look at her.

  “You are mine now, Mr. Sex Demon.” She caressed the hickey she’d left on the side of his neck. He nodded, apparently beyond argument, and his wonderful lips quirked into a delicious grin. “And I need lots and lots of sex.”

  “That’s good.” The deep rumble made her toes curl. “Because I need to supply it.”

  “Yeah. And one more thing, Max.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Your eyes are glowing.”

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  Taryn Kincaid lives in the spooky, historic, scenic Hudson Valley, where things sometimes go bump in the night. She is the author of Healing Hearts, a Regency romance; Sleepy Hollow Dreams, an erotic romance; and LIGHTNING and THUNDER, both, 1Night Stand stories.

  Drop by and visit her at http://tarynkincaid.com, Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads. She loves hearing from readers!

  Lightning

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  In mystic Sleepy Hollow, succubus Lily Night put her prom date, Campbell Jones, into a coma after a night of wild, unbridled sex. She has steered clear of mortals ever since, afraid of damaging them or worse, not to mention the inconvenience of knocking out the power every time they have sex.

  Successful architect Campbell Jones has lived with strange powers and a sexy secret since that prom night. He’s buried himself in work to forget the woman who’d dumped him at the ER then vanished from his life without a trace.

  Neither Lily nor Campbell have forgotten that night or the love they’d shared. Will a 1Night Stand .help them bury their past?

  Thunder

  When witchy Veronica Hardwicke hires the By Jones construction company to renovate her spooky Sleepy Hollow mansion, she gets more than she bargained for in her sexy contractor. But the hunky Sean Jones is determined to keep his professional distance. Until one stormy night and one steamy 1Night Stand.