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Perfect Ten!: A Romance Super-Bundle
(Alana Church)

From "Our Neighbor's A Porn Star!"



For so long, her body had simply been one more asset she could sell to the highest bidder. The money she received from filming sex acts had been her way of keeping body and soul together, with no answer in her heart. This time, it was different.



This time, it was her choice.



She drew in her breath as she took in his body. His chest was well-muscled, the blondish-red hair which surrounded his cute pink nipples fading as her gaze lowered to his tight stomach, then growing again. A thick patch surrounded his navel like a halo, then darted down in a honey-trail below the waistband of his jeans. She walked around him, one hand lightly brushing his skin. He tried to turn with her, but she held him in place with a touch. As she stood behind him, she hugged him fiercely, her hands wrapping around his rock-hard abs, her lips dropping gentle, loving kisses on the pale skin of his shoulder blades. She smiled to herself as she saw his hands clench at his sides, and knew he was trying to restrain himself.



"You're beautiful," she whispered softly.



"Me?" He laughed in disbelief.



"You are. Do you think that women don't look at men the same way you look at us? Don't be silly. And take off those ridiculous boots. This is Rapid City, not the damned north pole, though it seems you can barely tell, sometimes."



Nate lifted his feet and pulled off his boots, letting them fall to the floor. When he was done, she knelt in front of him. She looked up into his face, smiling as his breath caught with the realization of what was about to happen. As she slowly eased his pants down below his knees, then off his body entirely, she raised her hand, her palm softly pressing into his boxers, massaging his hard, firm length. It tented the cloth, hidden yet obviously, rampantly male. 



"Well, let's see what we have here," she said, keeping her voice deliberately light. She ran her hands up Nate's thighs, smiling as they quivered under her touch. With gentle, deliberate movements, she lowered his boxers to the floor. As his penis slowly came into view, her heart pounded, and her eyes widened happily.



Yes. This.



"It's not..." Nate trailed off, as if unsure what to say.



"It's perfect," she sighed. She rubbed her cheek against it, savoring the feel of the soft skin overlying his hard, aroused maleness. She looked up at him. "Do you know why?"



He shook his head wordlessly.



"Because it's yours. Not some porn-star dick lugged around by a guy with a two-digit IQ, brought on set just so some pathetic loser somewhere can beat off, pretending that he is the one screwing me. Yours. A lovely, hard cock, and I know it was me that made you that way, not a little blue pill like some guys have to use." She ran a teasing tongue up the underside of his shaft, and he twitched.



She let her hands wander, roaming from his strong, muscular thighs to his hard, tight ass to his taut belly. All the while, she kissed and licked and nibbled his straining member, until his entire length was gleaming with her saliva and he was trembling and jerking with want. She looked up at him and saw his eyes were closed. His hands were shaking. They moved, stopped, moved again, and then settled on the top of her head, as light and gentle as a butterfly's wing.



So careful. Her eyes pooled with tears. Where was he when I was eighteen?