ONE TO GROW ON
by Caitlyn Willows
Erotic - Short Contemporary
August 2007
Cover Art © 2007 Trace Edward Zaber
Amber Quill Press - Amber Heat www.amberheat.com
ISBN 978-1-60272-099-2

Reese has something extra special planned for his wife's 30th birthday—the fulfillment of Judi's widest sexual fantasies...and maybe a few of his, too.

Bad girl discipline and good girl treats. By his hand...or another's. With his body...or another's. In private...or very public. Judi knows Reese always gives her just what she wants...and needs.

And now, with two extra men at her (and Reese's) disposal, Judi can't wait to experience every body-quaking moment.

One To Grow On is a part of the erotic romance print anthology Caitlyn's Kisses, Volume V by Caitlyn Willows.

To read an excerpt of this book, click here.

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WHAT THE REVIEWERS ARE SAYING

Joyfully Recommended! One To Grow On is deep-down sexy. I don’t know if it is fair to write that much sex in a story of that length. Every break is needed so that you can breathe again. If there was a way to get there, they attempted it. All I can say is wow. One To Grow On is definitely a good read to get your imagination going and I Joyfully Recommend it. – Vicki, Joyfully Reviewed

FIVE ANGELS! This book is so hot I was waiting for my laptop to melt. Caitlyn Willows delivers all she promises and more. One To Grow On would have to be the hottest book I’ve read, and I’ve read a few. The love between Reese and Judi is just as hot as the sex, neither of them is ever so wrapped up in their own pleasure that they forget about the other. For them the pleasure the other receives is just as stimulating as their own. Who doesn’t want a man that knows you so well and loves you so much that he gives you a night of pure pleasure? Just when I thought things couldn’t get hotter Ms. Willow’s cranks up the heat and sends your blood pressure sky rocketing. If you’re into BDSM, ménage, group sex, public places, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bisexual (M/M) and hot sex then don’t go without buying this book. But I have to warn you, it’ll singe your eyelashes. ~Rachel C., Fallen Angel Reviews

4-1/2 LIPS! I’d call this story by Caitlyn Willows a fabulous one-handed quickie that will get your juices flowing. It’s a nice change from the 'falling in love' plot you’ll find in so many romances, because right from the start Reese and Judi are happily married and very much in love. Their open, sharing relationship and adventurous sexual appetites are thrilling to read. While One to Grow On may be light on detailed plot and character development, it more than compensates with molten-hot sex that will make your pulse race and give you nice tingles all over. Definitely recommended. ~Lindy, Two Lips Reviews



EXCERPT

Judi Osbourne’s gaze wandered to the thirty-one long-stemmed red roses perched in the crystal vase on the edge of her desk. A rose for every year she’d been here, plus one to grow on. A gift from Reese…and the promise of what was to come—her…multiple times.

Focusing on work was impossible when she knew he could call at any time to lay out in graphic and sensuous detail all he planned to do to her tonight. The briefings, case files, and the myriad of legal documentation she had piled on her desk could just as well have been invisible. Other than the folder that had been opened before her for the bulk of the afternoon, Judi hadn’t been able to touch a one. His call would set in motion the events for the evening. Her every fantasy fulfilled—his birthday gift to her.

Her heart raced in anticipation. Lower, her body thrummed for attention, getting wetter with every passing second. Judi considered a trip to the ladies room to take the edge off her horny, but Reese had expressly forbid her to cheat. Since he could spot a lie from ten miles away, and her flushed cheeks always gave her away where he was concerned, Judi complied, although the temptation to do otherwise and suffer his “punishment” was hard to resist. Being over her husband’s knee, bare-assed, his to do with as he pleased? Or spread and bound for the kiss of the chamois flogger?

A shudder of lust quivered straight to her crotch. Judi crossed her legs to quell the ache swelling her clitoris. She’d been slick with her juices since the roses had arrived after lunch. She’d swear she could smell her arousal over their delicate scent. Thank God she had a private office. If only there were a private bathroom to go with it.

Judi smiled. No, that would have made it too tempting to spend the day in there, getting herself off as she daydreamed about the discipline she’d received for her disobedience.

She pulled a rose from the vase and brushed the velvety petals over her cheek, then down her neck. The scent was subtle, not over-powering. Reese was like that, too. A hint from him could melt her into a puddle. He always knew what she needed and never hesitated to give it to her. In a profession where she was required to be the aggressor, it was wonderful to know she could give the reins of control to him in their sex life. Not once had he disappointed her.

Her nipples tightened, nudging for freedom from her bra. Judi shifted a little, trying to rasp the material over them as she slowly began to swing her leg to and fro. It felt good, too good, too naughty. Maybe she should call Reese first and confess her lapse to him. He’d tsk and quietly spell out the discipline he planned to administer. She imagined him in his three-piece suit, thick erection hidden behind his desk…

A knock at her door shattered the daydream.

Judi stabbed the rose back into its vase. “Come in.”

Peggy Wilson breezed in a second later, a black dress bag dangling from her finger. “This was just delivered for you. It’s from Reese. Another birthday present?”

She smiled. “Yes.” One of many to come. “We have a date tonight after work. Someplace special, I’ve been told. I let him pick something out for me.”

Peggy reached for the zipper. “Want to see it now?”

Was she blushing? Her cheeks felt hot. Hell, her whole body was hot. “No. I’ll wait. Just put it in the closet.”

“At least it won’t be a long wait.” For a short person, Peggy could take some long strides. It seemed like she flew to the closet across the room. “It’s almost five.”

Judi glanced at her watch. Ten minutes to go. She’d spent ninety percent of her day thinking of the night, and here it was. Her breath hitched. Her pussy screamed delight in a gush of moisture. Her nipples tapped against her bra in applause. Reese wouldn’t have to do much work to make her come tonight. She was three-quarters of the way there already.

Her cell phone tweedled as Peggy finished hanging the bag. Reese! People thought it was cute how she still got excited about the man after all the years they’d been together. They didn’t have a clue, and she wasn’t about to enlighten them.

Her assistant wasted no time leaving, giving Judi a good-bye finger wiggle as she dashed out the door. She snatched up the phone.

“Did you get everything I sent?” Reese’s voice was low and husky, a caress all by itself. If he were beside her, those words would have been brushed against her ear.

“Yes, the roses arrived noonish, and the dress just now. I haven’t had the chance to look at it yet, but the roses are beautiful,” she somehow managed to say over the catch in her throat.

“Soft against your skin?”

“Yes,” she whispered in response. “Like velvet.”

“Soft as the petals between your legs? I’ll bet they smell as sweet, but can’t come close to matching your taste.”

“Oh, honey…” A gasp choked off her words.

“Better than honey,” he softly replied.

She closed her eyes and imagined his hands dusting over her bare skin as he kissed his way to her pussy.

“Everything you need for tonight is in the dress bag,” he told her. “You’ll notice a few things missing. Don’t replace them. I want you accessible to my every whim. No panties, no hose, no bra…just the silk dress against your skin. You needn’t worry about catching a chill tonight. I’ll see you’re kept plenty warm. We have early dinner reservations, so I’ll be picking you up in about thirty minutes. The driver will come up to get you.”

“Driver?” She could barely say the word above the pounding in her heart.

Reese chuckled. “Every fantasy, sweetheart. I’ve rented a limo for us. Are you ready to play?”

“God, yes,” she pushed out.

“Thirty minutes, sweetheart.” He ended the call without another word.



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