The Key To Micah's Heart
Hell Yeah!
by Sable Hunter & Ryan O'Leary
Blurb
Micah
Wolfe is one cocky, sexy, son-of-a-gun. He wears many hats–former intelligence
officer, Equalizer, rancher, and a secret career that’s about to become public
knowledge–erotic writer Don Juan. To most he seems like an open book:
flirtatious, audacious, and devil-may-care. But there’s a side of Micah that he
keeps locked away. He’s been hurt, suffered loss, closed away parts of his
heart so no one will have the power to hurt him again. But the winds of
change are blowing…
Madison Fellows is at the end of her rope. For every step forward she gains, life knocks her back two. She can’t even stay in her own apartment because she doesn’t feel safe from her flighty mother’s abusive husband. But sometimes the storms in life push us to the perfect place at the perfect time–Cinderella meets the man of her dreams when she least expects him. Madison runs to a homeless shelter where Micah is volunteering. Seeing her struggle to protect what little she has, he loans her a simple item that will become an unlikely symbol of their love. A lock. An ordinary lock.
Micah has no shortage of beautiful women; he attracts them like flowers draw bees. But there’s something different about Madison–she’s real, she’s sweet and he fast becomes addicted to her taste. Join them on their journey of love fraught with adventure, intrigue and steamy to-die-for sex. The quintessential bachelor meets the woman he can’t forget–the woman who’ll hold The Key To Micah’s Heart.
**EXCERPT***
Paris Rendezvous…
Madison couldn’t
sleep. She slipped from the bed and went to sit on the window seat. Seeing the
sunrise over the Seine was a miracle she didn’t want to miss.
“Fellows.”
Madison jerked her
head to the bed, expecting to meet Micah’s eyes. Odd. They were closed. She
shrugged, maybe she’d imagined the barely audible mumble. She didn’t look away,
however, he was worth checking out–asleep or awake.
“Madison.”
Her breath hitched,
this she had not imagined. He’d just full-on moaned her name and if she wasn’t
mistaken, he legs were moving under the sheet–as if writhing…in need.
“Oh fuck, Madison,
yeah.”
Madison rose slowly,
mesmerized by how his hips were bucking. The sheet had fallen away and his cock
was visible. It wasn’t flaccid, but it wasn’t hard yet. But God above, it was
beautiful. She came closer. The man was a work of art. Everything about him was
perfectly proportioned and his cock was no exception. As she stared at it, it
grew. She knelt next to him on the floor, fascinated by how it pulsed with
life. Her blood pressure rose as she considered taking advantage of his
situation.
Rubbing it.
Sucking it.
Licking.
Tasting.
“Damn, baby,” she
whispered. He was fully engaged now, his staff hard and jerking of its own
accord. “Fellows, I need.”
His need was merely a
reflection of hers. His breathing was as shallow and fast–just like hers. And
that beautiful erection beckoned beyond her power to resist. Crawling on the
bed as slowly and quietly as possible, knelt next to him. Bending over, she
began to plant butterfly kisses up and down his cock. Beneath her lips, the
velvet skin tightened even more.
Wet.
Warm.
Oh, Christ!
Micah’s entire body
clenched. He stretched his legs, curling his toes, his thighs hard and knotted.
“Ahhhh!” Paradise. Clawing the bed, he clutched the sheet in his hand, then
realized he was awake.
He wasn’t dreaming.
“Madison,” he moaned.
“Damn, baby.” She was killing him. Her mouth felt so good loving him, her
tongue soothed and tortured with an incredible drawing sensation as she sucked
his cock with absolute concentration. “Fuck!” he cried.
He’d never had a woman
go down on him like this before. She lavished him with attention. Worshipping
him. Barely able to raise his head, he tried to focus on the vision before him.
Any man can attest–there is nothing sexier on God’s green earth than a woman
kneeling at your feet with your cock in her mouth.
“God, yes!” he
bellowed as she pleasured him, bringing him to a mind-blowing climax. His back
bowed as he filled her throat full of his cum. And she swallowed…holding him in
her mouth while his body shuddered in perfect ecstasy.
Wasted.
He was sapped.
He could barely
breathe.
“Good morning,” she
whispered, crawling up his body to touch her lips to his. “I hope you didn’t
mind. I couldn’t resist you.”
“Foolish, foolish
woman,” he breathed, pulling her close.
When he recovered,
Micah was determined to make her day as beautiful as possible. “Where to,
love?”
“The Eiffel Tower, of
course!”
Driving there was an
adventure in itself, but Micah managed, weaving his way through the narrow one
way streets as Madison tried to give him directions.
“It’s a good thing I
have a natural, pioneering spirit,” he told her. “You may be riding shot-gun,
but your scouting abilities need some work. Our wagon train would be lost in
the wilderness forever with your directions.”
“Nope. It’s right in
front of us. How could you miss it?” She pointed to the bronze colored tower.
“Seeing it and getting
to it are two different things,” he grumbled, but soon they were parked and
standing near the front of the line. “It’s one of the tallest structures in
France at one thousand and sixty-three feet high. And we should be visitor
number seven million and one.”
She laughed at his
weird sense of humor. “Can we climb to the top?”
“We could, but there’s
almost seventeen hundred steps. We should take the lift.”
“No, we have to climb.
We have to be able to say we climbed the Eiffel Tower.”
Micah tried to make
his case. “I’d rather conserve my energy to have sex with you. Almost everyone
uses the lift.” He held up the brochure. “It says that if all of the trips were
combined, the distance the lift would travel would be two and a half times the
circumference of the Earth.”
“You’re such a writer,
always doing research.”
“That’s right. Did you
know a man sold the Eiffel Tower to some fool for scrap metal! Twice! And
during cold weather the tower shrinks about six inches.”
“How much do you
shrink?”
“What?” He was pulling
her to the lift.
“How much do you
shrink in cold weather?”
“Fellows!” He barked
out a laugh. “Summer isn’t here yet. Wait till you see me at my best.”
“Oh, Lord, I can
barely take you now.”
They did as he wanted,
riding the lift and soon they were on the second tier, gazing down at Paris
from the most iconic symbol of all. With the wind whipping through their hair,
they pointed out landmarks, including the Arc De Triomphe and Champs Elysees.
“Having a good time?”
he asked her, knowing the answer.
She was radiant. She
was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Oh, yes.” She
launched herself into his arms. “Thank you. I love this and I love…” She
gulped, and finished lamely. “Paris.”
Micah didn’t seem to
notice. “Come here.” He led her to a spiral staircase that had a rope stretched
across it. Stepping over it, he picked her up and swung her over to his side.
“What are we doing?”
“What I have to do.”
Finding a very rare, lonely corner, he pushed her to the wall, nuzzling her
neck, nipping at it with gentle teeth. She could feel his erection hard against
her thigh. “Hold your skirt up.” She did–and he pushed his hand down into her
panties, dipping a finger into her tight channel.
She tightened around
it, needing more. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I don’t have a
choice.” Boldly, he went to his knees. Lifting her right leg over his shoulder,
he pushed the narrow crotch of her panties to one side and dove in.
“Micah!” she gasped.
Closing her eyes, she bit her bottom lip. “Oh, God!”
Madison couldn’t be
still. He held her down, his tongue performing the same mind-blowing action
again and again–licking, swirling, sucking on the succulent pink flesh that
fascinated him so.
“That’s it, Fellows.
Fuck, you’re good.” He spread her wide and speared her deep. “Cum for me.”
Pulling the hard
button into his mouth, he pushed two fingers deep into her tunnel. It was warm
and creamy just for him. He could feel her walls grow wetter, raining passion
all over his skin.
“Micah!” she screamed.
Loud. They could get caught, but right now he didn’t give a flying fuck. He was
pleasuring his woman, getting his fix and that was all that mattered.
“More!” he demanded,
not letting up even when she went limp. “Again!”
Even as she tried to
come down from one high, he pushed for more. “No, no, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You
will.”
She tried to move and
he gave her sweet ass a pinch, increasing the pressure of his tongue and
lavishly lapping up the cream of her orgasm. Instead of two fingers fucking
her, he used three and varied his sensual assault by alternating nibbles to her
clit and labia with the suction of his mouth.
“Paybacks are…heaven.”
she whispered.
About the Authors
Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream
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