Mariah woke up to delicious probes at her nether lips. The slick warm strokes made her moan in appreciation, which earned her a manly rumble of approval echoing from the chest flanked to her back. Clark’s arm, draped around her torso, tightened and drew her closer to him. The heat of their embrace only fed the fire between Mariah’s legs.

That meant Britt and her wicked digits had to be at the pubic junction. Britt glided along her labia and finally rested upon her clit. The tiniest stroke woke nerve signals deep within her, making them ache for entry. Mariah could hardly contain herself from grinding against those magic fingers. God, the woman had skills.

Clark’s hand wandered from a proprietary hold upon her womb, brushed lightly past her ribs and cupped firmly on her breast. By her next breath, his fingers had seized her hardened nub. She hissed as he pinched and twirled, all the while Britt got her soaking wet between the thighs.

A strangled moan escaped her, this one with an inherent plead. The dam of pressure from her south-rushing blood only heightened in urgency, knocking her with another wave of lustful greed. Like a dog in heat, she craved their touch and wanted more.

“More,” she whimpered.

“Our pet’s awake,” Britt purred. The stirrings at her clit stopped. Instead, soft kisses showered upon her eyelids and made her lashes flutter in fever. She couldn’t help but open her eyes when Britt’s lips grazed down her cheeks and rested a breath away from her own lips. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Mariah smiled shyly into Britt’s bright blue eyes and murmured, “Good morning, Britt.” This morning, it didn’t feel as weird to say Britt’s name aloud. Mariah let the silence hang, enjoying the way the word had rolled out of her mouth so easily.

“Mind your manners,” Clark said, his hot breath upon her ear. He descended upon her ear lobe with a few kisses of his own. Mariah shut her eyes and relished the velvety crush of his lips. The combination of gentle and rough never ceased to amaze her. Hot and bothered, Mariah squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache. “Aren’t you forgetting someone in your greeting?”

“I can never forget you,” Mariah said as she twisted her head to meet his. She lifted an arm over her shoulder and wrapped it around his nape, dragging his face closer to hers. “Good morning, Clark. I’ll kiss you ... after I’ve brushed my teeth.”

​Mariah smiled to placate him.

​Clark answered in a growl. “In that case,” he said, wrapping the comforter around her before lifting her off the bed. “I’ll have to carry you there.”

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How about starting the New Year with wonderful reads? Immerse yourself in some hot short stories, get to know a bit more about new and favorite authors, and of course, I need to check out the Heat Diva column for some spicy material to read for "research" on cowboys!

This issue starts the New Year off sizzling hot with Victoria Vane.
(Yes, that is her true pic on this issue's cover of BTS eMag.)

You'll hear from actor Chuck Pressler, interviewed by Danita Minnis.
Plus, if you've enjoyed learning cool facts from Christy English's Hot Hunks of History column before, you won't be disappointed this time around either. :-) This issue's focus: Hot Scots!!!

We also hear that the ownership of BTS has transferred to a long-time staff member. I'm excited to see how the magazine grows, because it's already good. How else can it get better? Stay tuned!

“That’s it, bitch,” the rough voice growled with strong hands tugging the hair at the nape of his neck. “Harder.”

Vaughn’s mouth watered as cock pushed past his full lips and musk from the dark blonde pubic curls teased his senses. Each thrust jammed into the back of his throat. The tangy taste of pre-cum whet his appetite for more. He ached to be stuffed, fucked by this man. The length and girth of this cock in his mouth had him struggling for breath. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, relishing the hiss from the man.

This cock is mine.

Vaughn swallowed, the working of his throat earned him another slew of satisfying curses. He strove to undo this man from the bottom up. He bobbed his head some more, putting extra zeal into his cheeks’ contact with the sweet fat cock.

“Aw, fuck,” the voice swore, taking his pleasure as desired. Demanding fingers gripped the base of Vaughn’s skull. Vaughn moaned in response, the vibration sending another wave of praises his way. “That’s the way I like it.”

​Vaughn liked it, too—the sheer power of being commanded to worship cock. Yet, that cock was totally his—inescapable—when he had it in his mouth. The sheer thrill of the power exchange made his breath hitch. His lungs began to burst with the need for air as the thrusts kept coming.

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Drat. She shouldn’t be thinking of screwing anything right now.

Then again, maybe she should take a trip to the restroom and get all this sexual energy out. Wouldn’t help anything if she went into that interview hot and horny as fuck.

Checking the time on her wristwatch, Kaylee noted that she still had ten minutes. A five-minute fuck in the restroom should be enough time. If she did that, then she would still have five minutes left before the interview.

Better do it now rather than later.

Before she could change her mind, Kaylee followed the signs to the public restroom and locked herself into a stall. After hanging her briefcase on the metal hook behind the stall door, she closed her eyes and called up the image of Sporty Spiky Soft Butch.

Show me what you like, Soft Butch ordered.

Heck yeah.

Yes, Mistress, Kaylee whispered in compliance.

Those midnight eyes were watching her as Kaylee lifted her dress skirt, lowered her panties and proceeded to give herself a quick hand job under the lustful attentive eyes of Soft Butch.
Come for me, Soft Butch demanded.

Her slippery fingers slid over her nether lips and she moaned, Yes, Mistress.

The sudden slam of a door broke Kaylee’s attention and made her eyelids flicker.

Had someone entered or left the restroom?

She couldn’t think. What she needed was to come.

Right now.

More than she needed her next breath. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep the image of Soft Butch before her. Then, when her orgasm hit, she bit her lip to keep the sound of her release to a minimum but not before a strangled gasp escaped her.

A faucet turned on directly outside the stall.

Kaylee’s breath hitched. 

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