By Lily Harlem
Toy Boy is Lily Harlem’s sexy new release and is out now! It’s a cougar story set in beautiful Greece and tells the tale of Kay and Sullivan on their ‘first’ date. Here’s the low down…
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Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.
But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.
I changed into the sexy black negligee, brushed my hair and teeth and removed my necklace. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were bright and my cheeks flushed. I looked different, as if I were a little wild and adventurous, sultry, too. I’d made a decision and I was going to go for it.
The room was warm, so I opened the balcony doors. A whispering breeze floated in, and the curtains wafted lazily. I stood, not on the balcony, but on the smooth, tiled floor just inside the room, and studied the stars. The sky was black, the stars like tiny silver stitches sewn across it.
It was as if all my senses were on high alert. The murmur from the restaurant, I knew, was quieting now, but it sung in my ears. The smells of food, the sea, the flowers were a strong, heady scent. The flutter of air over my arms, chest, legs, was like a gentle caress, and each individual tiny hair reacted to it.
I waited. I’d waited so long for this. For Sullivan.
My back was to the hotel room door that I’d left unlocked.
I waited. Despite being completely still, my rapid breaths shifted my breasts against my negligee.
My heart was a fraction faster than normal, and I could feel it against my sternum. My legs felt not quite my own, as though they’d had an injection of adrenaline, and low down, deep in my womb, a tug of longing was building up to an insistent pull. A desire for more of everything Sullivan had to offer.
An image of Thomas suddenly flitted before me, his face up there in the stars. I’d loved him with everything that I was. I would always love him.
His death had ripped my life to shreds, fractured my soul and torn my heart in two.
But now it was time, long overdue time, to remember that I was still alive. Blood pumped healthy and vital around my body. I had love to give, voyages to travel. I was still here, on this earth. I had memories to make and happiness to find.
I heard a click then the slight creak of the door.
I caught my breath but didn’t look over my shoulder. Another click as the door shut. The flick of the lock. I resisted the temptation to ball my fists and instead, stood with my arms at my sides, staring out at the inky harbor reflecting the night sky. The slight ripples made the stars’ mirrored images shiver and blur.
There was a rustle of clothing. The sound of keys jumbling onto the dresser.
I bit on my bottom lip. Waited.
“Kay,” Sullivan said, quietly. “Do you have any idea how much you mean to me? How much this means to me?” He moved behind me, right up close but not quite touching. The air from his breaths tickled my right shoulder, and his body heat radiated onto my back.
“So show me,” I said.
He paused, then, “Close your eyes.”
I did as he’d asked.
“Remember,” he said, “how we used to talk on the telephone?”
“Imagine now, that you’re home, in bed, your cell propped against your ear. A candle lit in the room, everything silent except for my voice.” I pictured my room—smart cream curtains, matching bed linen and tasteful walnut furniture. When I put the pink lamp on, the light from it made my room glow golden and cozy .
“We’re talking,” he murmured. “One of those late night talks where we’ve discussed our days, our plans, and I tell you that I’m feeling sexy, that I wish you were there, next to me. That I wish you were there for me to make love to and not halfway around the world and so out of reach.”
His voice, all lazy and sexy, was transporting my emotions to our dirty conversations. “Yes,” I whispered.
“You’d ask me to describe what I’d do, and I’d picture you, all pretty and sweet, lying in bed with me, dressed in black lace, your hair spread out on the pillow and your eyes full of love and lust and desire…for me.”
My belly clenched and my sex pulsed.
“I’d start by kissing you,” he went on. “Your mouth, your neck, the sweet spot where your necklace sat tonight… And while I did that, I’d explore your body, the way you would mine. Tracing contours, adoring every inch, learning which bits makes you gasp and groan. I’d make you squirm for more, find that place between your legs that made you pant and be unable to kiss me back because your entire body would be concentrating on pleasure.
“Then I’d enter you. You’d hold my cock so tight with your internal muscles that I’d feel like I’d been transported to Heaven. We’d stare down at where we’d joined, knowing it was perfect, that we were perfect.”
“Sullivan…” I opened my eyes and tried to turn.
“No.” He pressed his hands on my shoulders, keeping me still. “I haven’t finished.”
A small moan caught in my throat, and I stared out to sea. I’d waited so long for this. Denied us last night. Now I just wanted to get to the main event.
He slid his hands around my waist, his palms skimming over the silky material of the negligee, and his small rough patches of skin snagging slightly.
I leaned against him and was aware of the outline of his big, strong body, and his erection resting in the small of my back. A shiver of longing went through me. I fought for patience, taking a deep breath.
“You see,” he said, right by my ear. “The best bit is when we start to fuck. We lose ourselves in each other. Whether we go fast or slow, in bed or somewhere risqué. When we fuck, only we exist, nothing else matters. No one else matters, not their opinions, not their problems, only us. Only us.”
“Only us,” I said, my voice breathy.
Suddenly, he swung me into the air and held me against his broad, bare chest.
“Oh.” I clasped my hands behind his neck.
“Enough talk,” he said. “Time for putting these plans into practice.” He kissed me, a kiss that was gentle but full of passion, of promises of what was to come.
I threaded my fingers through his soft hair, touched my tongue to his, and curled my toes.
I was with Sullivan. It would be okay. Hearing him talk like that, it reminded me that he wasn’t a stranger. He wasn’t some young man who’d hijacked my life. He was the person I’d spent many, many hours talking to. The man who knew me as well as I knew him.
He rested me down onto the bed, his big body staying over me as his kisses traveled across my cheek.
I spread my hands out over his wide shoulders, trailed my fingertips to the dent of his spine and traced down to the waistband of his boxers. Beneath his flesh, his muscles were hard and solid, defined and taut. He was long and lean, not pumped up yet by the power that seemed to resonate from his body, as he shifted over me. Taking his weight made me greedy to feel more.
“Damn, you taste so good,” he said, propping onto his elbows and staring down at me.
I squeezed his buttocks through his underwear and wrapped my legs around his thighs. His cock was butting up against my mound, and through my knickers, my clit was receiving delicious pressure.
“You feel good,” I said.
He grinned and glanced downward. I followed his gaze. My breasts were pressed against his chest, the soft orbs straining against the lace on the negligee.
“You have too much on,” he said, shifting to the right.
He took hold of the thin strap of my negligee and slid it over my shoulder. He kept tugging until the delicate edging wrinkled then slipped over my breast. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, staring at my chest. “I knew you would be, but seeing you takes my breath away.” He kissed my chest, just below my collarbone.
I looked at his hair on the crown of his head. His attention dropped lower, and he traced the top curve of cleavage with his tongue. My chest felt heavy, like the weight of my breasts had doubled. Need had engorged them, and my nipples tingled.
I drifted my hands up his back and weaved them through his hair. My action pulled my nightwear up, the strap tightening on my arm.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “this is all very pretty, but it’s got to go.”
“Fine by me.” He lifted up and sat back on his heels.
I wriggled and tugged and pulled the negligee over my head. I tossed it to the floor, the action so wanton I giggled.
A smile spread on his face. “Wow.”
I dropped my gaze to his tented boxers. “Wow yourself.”
“Kick off your shoes, shed your clothes along with your inhibitions and indulge yourself in a sensual adventure.”
“Wow! What a story!”
“What can I say but off the charts HOT!”
“Another fantastic book by Lily Harlem, she does such a great job of describing the characters and the place I could smell the sea and felt like I was on an island in Greece.”
“A new romance book by Lily Harlem – no other words are needed, you just know it’s going to be fabulous.”
“Simply a beautiful, sexy, smile-inducing story that you will want to read over and over.”
“An absolutely perfect book to read whilst pool side or lounging on a sun deck.”
Oh the sun, the sea, the sex! Lily has a way of writing that puts you in the book. Her descriptions of Greek Islands had me day-dreaming I was on a boat, feel the wind and sun on my face, could smell the charcoal fires from the harbour side café’s and taste the olives and wine.
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, multi-published author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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