Sex God is the highly anticipated follow-up to Sex Machine by Marie Force and is NOW LIVE!
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LAUREN
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” I tell him.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Of course not.” After what we did all day yesterday and then again last night after we went to bed, I’m surprised I can still walk today. Then he suggests we shower together, and my body lights up with desire, as if I haven’t had more sex in the last twenty-four hours than I had in the entire time I was married to Wayne.
Ugh, why would I ever compare Garrett to him in any way? There is, simply, no comparison.
I follow him into the shower and put my arms around him from behind, resting my face against his back.
He stiffens with surprise but then relaxes a bit.
“Thank you.” The two little words seem so inadequate in light of the boost my self-confidence has received thanks to him.
“It most definitely was my pleasure to service you,” he teases as he covers the hands I’ve placed on his abdomen with his own hands. “We can’t have you walking around thinking that you’re anything other than perfect and sexy and desirable and wonderful.” He turns to face me, and I’m caught off guard by the intense way he looks at me. His hands frame my face, forcing me to gaze up at him, not that it’s a hardship. He’s even more handsome in the morning, with his jaw covered in dark stubble and his hair standing on end. “Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re anything less than amazing, Lo.”
“I’ll try not to.” I wonder if he’s giving me this advice before we go back to being just friends, or if there will be more of what we’ve shared while locked away in his home together. Do I want more than just friendship with him? I think maybe I do, but I’m so confused right now. I have no idea what he wants, and I can’t bring myself to ask him. I need Honey. She’ll know what I should do.
He washes my hair, and then I return the favor. Then he washes me with the body wash that smells like him. He’s very thorough, leaving no part of me untouched. By the time he’s finished, I’m panting with desire for more of him, basically answering my own question.
Apparently, he feels the same way, because he lifts me into his arms and presses my back against the cool shower wall.
“Are you too sore for more?” he asks in that gruff, sexy tone that’s quickly become one of my favorite new discoveries about him.
“Probably.”
He presses his hard cock against my core, carefully but intently, letting me know what he wants as much as I do.
“But I’m willing to try if you are.” I’m going to be late for the flowers, and I can’t bring myself to care.
“I’m more than willing,” he says with a dirty grin that makes me laugh.
God, he’s so freaking sexy when he’s unshaven and disheveled from sleep. I realize I’ve never seen him this way. He’s always so put together, so professional and well groomed. I love that I’m getting to see this side of him.
He enters me slowly and carefully.
I’m not going to lie. It hurts. A lot. So I cling to him and grit my teeth through the pain, which subsides after a few minutes of patience on his part. By the time he’s fully seated inside me, I’m already on the verge of explosive release.
He grips my ass and begins to retreat before diving back in and triggering an orgasm that rips through me like a tsunami, leaving no part of me unaffected by the power of it.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his lips against my neck setting off aftershocks. “That was so hot.”
As he picks up the pace, I realize I’m the only one who came. Dear God, he’s going to cripple me, but what a way to go.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” I tell him.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Of course not.” After what we did all day yesterday and then again last night after we went to bed, I’m surprised I can still walk today. Then he suggests we shower together, and my body lights up with desire, as if I haven’t had more sex in the last twenty-four hours than I had in the entire time I was married to Wayne.
Ugh, why would I ever compare Garrett to him in any way? There is, simply, no comparison.
I follow him into the shower and put my arms around him from behind, resting my face against his back.
He stiffens with surprise but then relaxes a bit.
“Thank you.” The two little words seem so inadequate in light of the boost my self-confidence has received thanks to him.
“It most definitely was my pleasure to service you,” he teases as he covers the hands I’ve placed on his abdomen with his own hands. “We can’t have you walking around thinking that you’re anything other than perfect and sexy and desirable and wonderful.” He turns to face me, and I’m caught off guard by the intense way he looks at me. His hands frame my face, forcing me to gaze up at him, not that it’s a hardship. He’s even more handsome in the morning, with his jaw covered in dark stubble and his hair standing on end. “Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re anything less than amazing, Lo.”
“I’ll try not to.” I wonder if he’s giving me this advice before we go back to being just friends, or if there will be more of what we’ve shared while locked away in his home together. Do I want more than just friendship with him? I think maybe I do, but I’m so confused right now. I have no idea what he wants, and I can’t bring myself to ask him. I need Honey. She’ll know what I should do.
He washes my hair, and then I return the favor. Then he washes me with the body wash that smells like him. He’s very thorough, leaving no part of me untouched. By the time he’s finished, I’m panting with desire for more of him, basically answering my own question.
Apparently, he feels the same way, because he lifts me into his arms and presses my back against the cool shower wall.
“Are you too sore for more?” he asks in that gruff, sexy tone that’s quickly become one of my favorite new discoveries about him.
“Probably.”
He presses his hard cock against my core, carefully but intently, letting me know what he wants as much as I do.
“But I’m willing to try if you are.” I’m going to be late for the flowers, and I can’t bring myself to care.
“I’m more than willing,” he says with a dirty grin that makes me laugh.
God, he’s so freaking sexy when he’s unshaven and disheveled from sleep. I realize I’ve never seen him this way. He’s always so put together, so professional and well groomed. I love that I’m getting to see this side of him.
He enters me slowly and carefully.
I’m not going to lie. It hurts. A lot. So I cling to him and grit my teeth through the pain, which subsides after a few minutes of patience on his part. By the time he’s fully seated inside me, I’m already on the verge of explosive release.
He grips my ass and begins to retreat before diving back in and triggering an orgasm that rips through me like a tsunami, leaving no part of me unaffected by the power of it.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his lips against my neck setting off aftershocks. “That was so hot.”
As he picks up the pace, I realize I’m the only one who came. Dear God, he’s going to cripple me, but what a way to go.
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MORE ABOUT SEX GOD by Marie Force
A sizzling hot stand-alone contemporary romance!
I inherited a life I never intended to live.
I've upheld my responsibilities admirably.
And I’ve taken care of my own needs privately...
I'm biding my time until I can get the hell out of here.
But I didn’t count on having unfinished business
With one of my very best friends…
When a man has a certain “reputation" to uphold,
There can be no unhappy customers left behind.
Lauren is a loose end that won’t be tied up no matter how hard I try.
And I try hard. Really, really… hard.
Sex God is the much-anticipated follow-up to Sex Machine.
A sizzling hot stand-alone contemporary romance!
I inherited a life I never intended to live.
I've upheld my responsibilities admirably.
And I’ve taken care of my own needs privately...
I'm biding my time until I can get the hell out of here.
But I didn’t count on having unfinished business
With one of my very best friends…
When a man has a certain “reputation" to uphold,
There can be no unhappy customers left behind.
Lauren is a loose end that won’t be tied up no matter how hard I try.
And I try hard. Really, really… hard.
Sex God is the much-anticipated follow-up to Sex Machine.
NOW AVAILABLE ON THE FOLLOWING RETAILERS!
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Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 50 contemporary romances, including the Gansett Island Series, which has sold nearly 3 million books, and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books, which has sold 1.5 million books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series, written under the slightly modified name of M.S. Force. All together, her books have sold more than 5.5 million copies worldwide!
Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.
Join Marie's mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @marieforce and on Instagram. Join one of Marie's many reader groups. Contact Marie at marie@marieforce.com. Visit Marie's on her Website.
Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.
Join Marie's mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @marieforce and on Instagram. Join one of Marie's many reader groups. Contact Marie at marie@marieforce.com. Visit Marie's on her Website.
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