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  Seducing Celestine

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  Seducing Celestine Copyright © 2007 Amarinda Jones

  Edited by Helen Woodall.

  Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.

  Electronic book Publication November 2007

  This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  SEDUCING CELESTINE

  Amarinda Jones

  Dedication

  To Promptel for unwittingly allowing me to use precious work time to write my books. What can I say? I enjoy being bad. Rules? What rules?

  Acknowledgement

  Lyrics from “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones: written by Mick Jagger, Keith Richards July 1969.

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  Batgirl: DC Comics Warner Communications Inc.

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  Nancy Drew: Simon & Schuster, Inc.

  Tim Tams: Campbell Soup Company

  Zorro: Zorro Productions, Inc. Seducing Celestine

  Chapter One

  “Oh God, don’t stop…please do not stop…” Celestine Holt moaned as she clutched the man’s head to her breasts. His mouth was so hot and insistent as his lips sucked down hard on her nipples while his fingers gently stroked her clit. Her whole body was on fire! Celestine cried out loud and spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Whatever this man wanted he could have. She was totally and utterly his. This was one hell of a dream and there was no way she wanted to wake up now and ruin it by denying him access.

  It occurred to Nick Swan that the woman writhing hot and naked under him was not who he initially thought she was. He thought when he climbed up the trellis and in though the darkened bedroom window of Tess Mackenzie’s home, he would find his sometime lover Tess in this bed. That was only logical. After all, it was her home and he had climbed through her bedroom window many nights before to take what they called a “moonlight ride”. But this time was different. In the dim moonlight that shone through the windows, he knew these luscious, full curves beneath him did not belong to his sometime lover. Intriguing…

  Nick should have known the legs he was lying between did not belong to Tess. But it was dark and he hadn’t seen Tess for a while so he just assumed she had gained some weight in some provocative, sexy areas. Nick knew bodies had a habit of expanding and contracting. And the naked body beneath him was everything a man could want—big, suckable breasts, a wet, accommodating pussy and soft, strong thighs that could draw and hold a man immobile as he thrust hard inside this woman. So while he had been surprised and pleased at the generous curves that met his hands, it was not until the woman moaned out loud that he realized his mistake. However, encouraged by the woman’s response, Nick wasn’t inclined to stop.

  “Please…” The hard, long cock that pulsated against Celestine’s inner thigh was so real and full that she wanted it inside her now. If anyone woke her from this dream before her dream lover fucked her she would kill them. She was on fire with wanting this man.

  “Please what, baby?” Nick crooned as his lips slid up the soft skin of her neck.

  Celestine shivered in response.

  “I want you…”

  Nick slid his fingers inside her vagina. She was wet and slippery and more than ready for him. Whoever she was he wanted her now.

  “How badly do you want me inside you?”

  “Real bad…” The fingers gently thrusting in and out of her body felt awfully good and fantastically real as she bore down on his hand, wanting to suck him inside.

  Nick could barely see the woman in the moonlight yet the shape of her shoulders and her breasts as she arched toward him, eager for his touch, had Nick entranced. He leaned forward and kissed her.

  As his tongue slid into her mouth, Celestine groaned.

  “Best kiss ever…” Her eyelids fluttered open to look at her dream lover. She had to make sure she remembered this man. In lieu of a real lover in her life, this dream alone would keep her sexually satisfied for days. Dark hair, broad shoulders and…as her eyes opened fully she saw the lustful gleam in his. This seemed awfully real what with the taste of his lips on her and his fingers moving insistently inside her. Why couldn’t she feel like this in all her dreams? Wait a second. Should she be feeling all this? His mouth, his hands, his cock against her leg? It was a dream, wasn’t it? Couldn’t be anything else…could it?

  “Oh baby, you are something else.” Nick’s mouth went back to suck down hard on her swollen nipple. His free hand caressed her other breast and down the swell of her hips. He was longing to slide his cock inside the hot core of her.

  Celestine put her hands on her dream man’s awfully real shoulders. Warm, smooth and strong. She ran her hands down his chest to feel his heartbeat…heartbeat? Did you feel heartbeats in dreams? Uh-oh…what if…

  “You’re not a dream…” It was a both statement and question. She wanted to be rational and logical but the intense aching need between her legs made her open to suggestion. If he was a dream then the sleeping pill she took earlier should be prescribed to every woman on the planet if a man like this was going to visit their dreams.

  “I’ll be whatever you like.” Nick leaned forward and kissed her again.

  Okay, that sounded not only sexy and promising but also very lifelike. Celestine pushed against his chest, breaking off the kiss. Her mind was whirling. Was this dream or reality? If it was a dream it shouldn’t matter what she let her dream lover do. If it was real life then this man had a lot of explaining to do and she was going to be as frustrated as hell.

  “Tell me what you like, baby.” Nick’s mouth went back to her breasts.

  “Well, that most definitely for starters,” she almost said. When he sucked her like that she could not think especially when there was a real, live and awfully large cock against her inner thigh. Celestine pinched herself. Sudden pain, followed by horror and embarrassment, rocketed through her.

  “Holy crap, you’re real!” Celestine yelled out loud as she tried to scramble out from beneath the large naked man. “Stop sucking me!” She pushed his head from her breast, breaking off the suction of his mouth. What the hell was she doing? What was he doing? She wasn’t like that. Well, she hadn’t been for a long time and she wasn’t going to start with some stranger. “Get off me!”

  Nick realized what had happened. She thought he was a dream. He started laughing as he rolled off her and onto his side.

  “It’s not funny! Do you always wander naked into an unknown woman’s bedroom and try to have sex with her?” Celestine wished she had had the sense to put on a nightshirt but it had been so hot when she went to bed an
d she wasn’t expecting someone to wander in and start sucking on her naked body like that.

  “There was no ‘try to’ about it. You were willing.”

  “I thought I was dreaming!” Okay, not really a great defense when she had been urging him to take her.

  “So that makes a difference, huh?” Nick leaned over and gently flicked one of her pink, swollen nipples and watched it bounce.

  “Stop that!” Celestine slapped his hand away. She reached over and snapped on the bedside light. “Bloody hell!” The first thing her eyes riveted on was the largest cock she had ever seen. That he wanted her was in no doubt. He was erect and hard and ready to go. She wondered how she would ever fit him inside her. Not that she was going to. She didn’t have sex with just any man. It was just one of those e equals mc squared questions your mathematics teacher always warned you would need to answer when you became an adult. Who knew her teacher had been referring to situations like this? Damn shame, she flunked math. Not that her lack of mathematical ability would have stopped her from e equals mc squaring this man if she wanted to. And she didn’t…well, she did. But that was wrong. Not that Celestine Holt had made a habit of always doing the right thing.

  Celestine dragged her eyes from his cock and up his body to the lean abs and Celtic-looking tattoo on his chest. Under different circumstances she would have asked about that tat but the moment did not call for general chitchat. She looked at his face. This was no pretty boy. This was a man’s man with strongly sculptured features of a dominant chin, a wide, sensual mouth and intelligent blue eyes that looked at her in amusement.

  “This is not funny!” Celestine looked around for a sheet to cover herself.

  Nick watched her frantically scrabbling around for something to hide her naked body. He grabbed the sheet from the bed and threw it on the floor. He looked at her body and smiled.

  “You have an incredibly fuckable body and I want to slide on inside and make you scream when you come, baby.”

  “I…what? You…what?” Celestine was lost for words for the first time in her life. She tried to sit up but the man quickly moved his leg to gently rest over her hips, holding her down.

  “I don’t want you.” Well, she did. But it was his alter dream ego, the harmless one she wanted to have dream sex with, not the real, big, muscular man that had his eyes locked on hers and looking like he knew her every thought and desire. She was pretty certain he knew how to fulfill his promises. Some men just had that look about them. Celestine knew she should really be fighting him off, pushing him away and possibly screaming in outrage but there was something about him that made her want to pull him inside her and wrap her legs around his waist and urge him to do whatever he wanted with her body. Maybe it was the heat or the sleeping pill or that she hadn’t had someone hot and hard inside her for so long that she was having complete and utter slut-like thoughts.

  “Yeah you do.” Nick ran his hand between her legs, feeling the slick, wet folds. He felt her body tense and he knew the blue-eyed woman with the curly red hair and soft, kissable lips would grant him access. “Come on, you enjoy me touching you. You’re wet for me and I want you.”

  “I don’t want you.” Nope, that didn’t sound any more believable than the first time.

  “Liar, liar, pants on fire…” Nick said softly as his fingers went once again back to her clit.

  “I don’t have any pants on.” And something was most definitely on fire.

  “And I like that fact.”

  Celestine crossed her arms over her breasts. It was a little late as he had felt and seen everything. She knew she could easily push his leg off her but there was something about his skin against hers that felt so good. And that hand between her legs was killing off any good girl brain cells she had left. If she felt any threat at all it was from herself as common sense battled desperate need. “What are you doing here?”

  “Indulging in a moonlight ride.” Nick stroked her clit slowly.

  The way he said it made her think this was not a one-off occurrence and that he was not some pervert climbing into windows looking for naked women. Or was she hoping he wasn’t a pervert so she could justify the way she acted and still wanted to act. Oh, the tortured thoughts of the sex-starved.

  “Who did you think I was?” Celestine knew she should be alarmed at what he was doing to her but it was hard to be alarmed when something felt so good and she did not want him to stop.

  “I thought you were Tess.”

  He did this to her best friend Tess? Part of her was horrified, the other part was jealous and annoyed that Tess had never told her. What a thing to keep from your best friend! She felt his fingers slowly move inside her body. Celestine closed her eyes for a moment and said a silent prayer of thanks to the devil for sending this man to her and one to the angels seeking the sense to push this man away from her as any good girl would. Not that she was good but she had pretensions to be. And, at this moment, the devil appeared to have the upper hand. Go the devil.

  “When did you last see Tess and take your fingers out of me.” Just the gentle friction of them inside her as he stroked her clit made her want to grab his cock and see just how doable sex was between them. She was sure the heat and size of it would beat his fingers any day.

  “It’s been six months or so.” Nick’s eyes locked with hers. “I’m not removing my fingers because you’re nice and tight and wet and I like being inside you.”

  Was that a compliment? If so how did one respond? “By all means then stay inside?”

  “You being inside me is not the point.”

  “What is?”

  Celestine could feel the hot, hard point of him against her thigh. She pulled his hand out from between her legs, instantly feeling a strange emptiness. Yep, she was clearly a borderline slut.

  “Tess is now engaged. What would you have done if I was her?”

  “Depends what she wanted me to do, baby.”

  Celestine was speechless for a moment. She had never met such a confident, sexy man before. She wasn’t offended, she was just stunned, aroused and wondering about going for a ride in the moonlight with him.

  “You’re a…” She stopped and searched for the appropriate word to describe this strange man. “What is the male equivalent to slut?”

  “Gigolo,” Nick supplied with a husky chuckle.

  “No, that makes you sound interesting and exciting but you’re not.” This was a big lie of course but one more on her rap sheet would not mean much.

  “Don’t you find this exciting?” Nick ran his hand up the soft swell of her body, feeling her shiver at his touch. That she had not run screaming from the bedroom in terror made him aware she was as turned on as he was.

  “No.” Another lie. She so knew that she would be having to defend her actions big time if she made it to heaven’s gates. Well, you see he was there and I was there and it just seemed like a good idea at the time so I thought why not?

  Nick knew she was excited. He could feel it in her response. Lips could lie but bodies did not.

  “Why do you sleep naked? Were you waiting for someone?”

  “None of your business.” How could she be embarrassed and so turned on at the same time?

  “Oh but it’s going to be.” Nick rolled over and lay back within the cradle of her thighs. “I’m Nick Swan.”

  “Well, Nick Swan, get off me!” Celestine was pinned to the bed under him and she liked it. Common sense told her to scream and to struggle but common sense sucked when you had hot sexy man between your legs.

  “You don’t mean that.” Nick grabbed her hips and pulled her forward against his cock.

  “But I do. You weigh a ton!” And most of that weight was in the cock that had unerringly stationed itself at the gateway of her pussy, impatiently awaiting entrance.

  “Don’t fight it. You want me. You’re wet with wanting.” Nick placed a wet, sucking kiss on her midriff. He smiled as he felt the shiver run through her body. “Tell me your name.”
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  Celestine had to refrain from automatically locking her legs around the hard male body above her. It felt weirdly natural to have this man so close and hot, having him inside her seemed a logical progression.

  “Does my name really matter to you?”

  “Yes,” Nick murmured as he dropped his head and licked one taut pink nipple slowly. “It mattered a lot,” he nearly said. This one was different.

  Celestine had never been able to concentrate when anyone touched her breasts. And this man’s mouth was driving her wild.

  “Celestine…” she hissed out softly, her hands pulling his head back to her breasts.

  Nick looked at the woman in his arms. He vaguely remembered Tess mentioning a “Celestine” but he never pictured a woman like this and that name together.

  “What sort of a name is Celestine? It sounds like it belongs to a maiden aunt.” Nick grinned down at her.

  Celestine pushed him away again. This man was both disturbingly sexy and annoyingly arrogant.

  “Well, what sort of a name is ‘Nick’? It sounds like a verb.” His laughter would have been nice if Celestine hadn’t felt so out of kilter with everything that she was feeling and sensing. “You know, like ‘nick yourself shaving’.”

  Nick leaned forward and kissed Celestine’s nose playfully.

  “Or saved in the nick of time.”

  “Or why don’t you nick off.”

  “You’re cute.” Nick placed soft wet kisses down the curves of her face.

  “Yes and I am sure you say that to all available women you’re lying on top of hoping to fuck.” She felt his cock side slowly back and forward over the entrance of her vagina. Pure liquid heat ran through her body. “Stop that,” Celestine moaned.

  “What?”

  “That.” She grabbed his cock to push it away.

  Nick growled hungrily as her soft hand latched onto the one part of him he had no real rational control over.