Have you read Keeping It Up, the sequel to Vamping It Up? And did you know I have Pinterest boards dedicated to all things Holly and Celeste?
https://www.pinterest.com/babsdallen/live-like-celeste/
and
https://www.pinterest.com/lindamercury/keeping-it-up/
And buy the book here: Amazon.com
Revisit Holly and Celeste Barros and their erotic adventures in this new book! Here's a section of Chapter One.
Keeping It Up by Linda Mercury
“It
has been said that politics is the art of the possible. In reality, it is the
art of service to many and the survival of that service.”
The
Letters of Henry de Seville y Barros, 1850-1916.
Chapter
One
Valentine’s Day
Holly Barros loved Valentine’s Day. The
hearts. The flowers.
The emphasis on oral sex.
“Get on my face.” Lincoln S. Jones, her
head of security, clasped her thighs and rolled the two of them over, settling
her pussy right on his face. The sturdy oak table in the Vilnius University
Library in Lithuania creaked underneath them, but held firm.
Holly giggled, actually giggled, until
his smart mouth latched onto her clitoris. She gasped. Linc dug his fingers
into her butt cheeks, guiding her where he wanted her to be.
“Delicious,” he moaned around her hood.
The vibrations sizzled her overwhelmed
nerve endings. “Harder.” She pushed down on him, forcing his mouth deeper into
her wet folds.
Like a good former Marine, he obeyed her
order with enthusiasm and determination. His tongue flicked over her flesh
faster than a vibrator. She had no idea how he could move so fast, but she
loved it. Holly rode the crest, nearing her orgasm. He snaked a hand between
them and shoved two fingers into her sheath. She needed it. She needed it so
bad she could barely breathe. She just couldn’t. Quite. Get there.
Her brain wouldn’t let go of the
rapid-fire questions the Paranormal Council had thrown at her all week.
“Ms.
Barros, in North America, paranormals and humans have a much more contentious
relationship than in the rest of the world. What are you going to do to
increase peaceable relations between the supernatural minority and the mortal
majority?”
Holly bit her lip. Perhaps she should
have put more emphasis on the already- increasing numbers of co-operative
ventures in primary and secondary schools, the rise of mixed species
pre-schools, and how she opened talks between the paranormal and the human
sports leagues. Truly integrated professional sports were a ways in the future,
but….
Sensing her distraction, Linc slapped
her ass with his big hand. The crack of
skin on skin shoved her back into her body. She gasped. The erotic smell of paper
and ink brought her over.
She came hard, her vagina wrenching on
his fingers as if she wanted to rip them off and keep them inside of her. The
scream poured out of her throat and echoed off the domed blue ceiling.
Panting, she bent over, resting her
weight on her hands and knees. Linc kissed the sides of her thighs, tickling
and teasing her through the aftershocks. His six-foot, five inches long body
rested on the table beneath her.
“Oh, sweetie,” Holly sighed. “Thank you
so much.”
“Trust me. My pleasure.” He wiggled his
way between her legs until he could grind his half-hard cock on her. He’d
already removed the used condom. “Feel better?”
Tremors zinged through her shoulders,
making her arms wobble. “Yeah. I can do this now.”
“Cool.” Linc kissed her with moist lips.
She sucked on his lower lip, catching a taste of her own musk. “Recess is over.
Back to the meat grinder, babe.”
Holly
Barros has grown in confidence and influence since her ex-fiancé dumped
her five years ago. She is ready to take over her great-aunt’s position
on the International Paranormal Council. She’s got influence, she’s got
the ideas, and her lover/bodyguard, former Marine Lincoln Jones, has
the moves to keep her safe.
