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MARISSA'S RIGHTS The Service Club #2
Marissa
knows what Justin and Ben demand in exchange for their touch. She longs to
experience everything these tough, cowboy cops aim to show her. When
danger comes to her doorstep, a night in their protection brings her the
closest she’s ever been to infinite pleasure. All she has to do is say
the right words. Ben
has a pair of handcuffs and an ache beneath his belt to put them to use.
He’s hard-pressed to take custody of Marissa’s pleasure. Watching her
struggle with her inner demons is tearing him apart, but saving her from
herself is the toughest case he'll faced. Justin is a patient man. Loaded with needs for Marissa, he’s made his intent to claim her clear and left her fate in her hands. He'll protect her from the apparent threats after her, but the right to a lifetime of crazed passion rests with her.
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5 NYMPHS: "Marissa’s Rights was an intense emotional journey for Marissa. Stilling the negative thoughts and overcoming harmful words is hard and a situation we all go through. Justin and Ben are cops and gave Marissa a beautiful list of rights. I loved the author’s take on how the men used the Miranda and changed it to what Marissa could expect if she accepted what they were offering her. The second book of The Service Club series also contains a suspense story that is being carried over into future books. Everything that is happening seems to stem from Marissa’s relationship with Justin and Ben. Make sure you keep ice on hand as you read because you will need it. I am so looking forward to the next book." -- Amazon Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews 4 RAVENS: "One does not need to read the first book in this series to get a feel for Ms. Ramagos’ characters or their erotic needs and demands. After a loveless marriage and a messy divorce, Marissa is ready to explore her needs that she has kept hidden within for years. Torn between wanting to explore her wicked desires and not wanting others to see what she craves as being things a slut or whore needs, she has to face her desire for not just one sexy lawman, but two whose reputations are well known through town as men who dominate their women. They embark on a hot menage a trois relationship full of steamy sexual encounters that are geared at getting her to face and overcome her inhibitions. This resolution would provide the reader with a happy ever after sense or would give the impression that there is a sequel in the works to look out for to add to your to read in the future list. The Service Club concept is an interesting one." -- Trixie, BlackRaven's Reviews |
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ADULT EXCERPT “She’s stunning.” Marissa visibly stiffened at Ben’s softly spoken words, but she didn’t turn to look at him. “I could stand here looking at her till the sun comes up.” Justin drank from his beer and then tipped the bottle toward her. “There’s your answer.” Ben let his gaze fall from the back of Marissa’s slightly bowed head, down the silky curtain of her blonde hair to the tips that flirted with the crack of her ass. Her very bare ass made all the more alluring by the sheen of see-through lace stopping just below the curve of her cheeks. He hadn’t needed an answer to the question he asked when he helped her stand in the foyer. He had known she wasn’t wearing panties. Though she sat against the wall with her legs pulled to her chest, not showing him anything until he pulled her to her feet, he had smelled her, felt the heat of her arousal wafting from her exposed pussy. “I would say it’s almost a waste of fine lace and satin, but damned if it’s not one of the prettiest sights I’ve ever seen.” Justin pushed away from the door and strode into the room. “I like this look on you, Marissa. It’s very sexy. Does it make you feel sexy, darlin’?” Her timid response barely reached Ben’s ears as he continued to watch from the doorway. He understood Justin’s intent. Their biggest hurdle in claiming Marissa lay in the deep humiliation she possessed over her desires. Making her admit to the needs ruling her soul would be the only chance they stood of keeping her happy, of loving her as she deserved to be loved. “Do you dress like this all the time when you’re alone?” Justin didn’t touch her but slowly circled her like a lion caging his prey. She breathed deep, the movement causing her hair to fall straighter down her back and exposing the edges of her shoulders. Shoulders, Ben noted, growing pinker with each question Justin asked, each admission she muttered. “Are there panties to complete the outfit?” Ben saw her startle at the sound of his voice, but she still didn’t turn, didn’t attempt to look at either of them. He deduced it to be embarrassment rather than obedience that kept her standing ramrod straight with her hands clasped behind her back. While he wanted his woman to submit, even enjoyed rising a certain level of trepidation in her at what he might do to her next, this kind of shy mortification simply wouldn’t do. Justin smirked. “I believe Ben is obsessed with your lack of panties.” Ben shot him a look and repeated the question. “Are there panties to complete the outfit, Marissa?” “Yes.” Quiet. Too close to the verge of cracking. God, if she started to cry…Still, he feared they would have to harm her emotional barriers in order to break down her walls. “Why aren’t you wearing them?” He stopped inches from her back and touched the swell of one bare ass cheek. It flexed beneath his fingertip, and he smiled. “Answer me, sweetheart. What made you decide to forgo the panties tonight?” “I don’t like them.” “Why?” “They get too w-wet.” Ben barely managed to stifle the groan he felt bubbling in his chest at that confession. Christ on a pogo stick, the knowledge her pussy got wet enough to soak her panties when she walked around her house alone made him all the more eager to see how sodden he could make her with his touch. “What do you think about that makes your pussy that wet?” “You. Both of you.” A choir of angels could have sung the words, and they wouldn’t have sounded any more heavenly to Ben’s ears. “Are you wet now?” Justin’s tone sounded as tight as Ben’s chest felt. “Is your cunt coated in juices for us?” “Yes.” “How wet?” Ben heard himself ask the question before the intent formed fully in his mind. All his focus settled in his cock, the need to sheath his shaft in the wetness she spoke of controlling his mouth right along with his hormones. “Very.” He pushed her hair to one side, stealing a nibble of the flesh where her neck and shoulder met that elicited a low, sultry moan from her throat. “Show me,” he whispered against her skin. She turned her head so fast she nearly hit him in the cheek with her chin. She would have if he hadn’t picked that moment to quickly pull away. Her hazel eyes widened, giving her the complete deer-in-the-headlights look as she stared at him, disbelief and denial warring in her expression. “Show me, Marissa,” he commanded again, a little louder, a little more forceful. “I want to see how wet you are.” She shook her head. Ben’s heart plummeted in disappointment, thinking she refused, until she spoke. “How?” “Touch yourself. Swipe a finger between your pussy lips and hold it up for me to see the juices that cover it.” The struggle in her gaze as she kept her eyes trained on him twisted a knife in his gut. He cupped her cheek, needing so desperately for her to trust him, to feel comfortable with him. “Marissa, listen to me, sweetheart. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. You’re with us. You want us, don’t you?” “Yes, of course.” “Let us help you. Let us show you there’s no need for shame or self-recrimination.” Damn, he teetered on the edge of begging here. “You’re too spectacular, sexual, perfect to hide from yourself, from the pleasures you truly want. God, baby, you’re killing me here.” “Killing you?” Justin chuckled gruffly. “How about us?” The corner of her lips twitched in the first hint of a smile. “We want you.” Ben didn’t hold anything back. He saw no reason to. He wanted her more than his next breath, and he knew Justin felt the same. “Knowing you’re wet for us, geezus, you don’t know how crazy that’s making us.” His cock turned to steel as her lips formed an O of pleasure. Was there anything more exciting than watching a woman enjoy her own touch? Damn right! Taking over the job to bring her to mountainous heights of pure ecstasy sent the excitement bucking off the charts. Soon, he promised himself as she lifted her hand to hold it in front of his face. Very, very soon. |
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