• Free Extract of 'Have Sex Will Travel' by Delilah Devlin from the Book of the Month!

    Free Extract of 'Have Sex Will Travel' by Delilah Devlin from the Book of the Month!

    September's Book of the Month is the fabulous Sexy Little Numbers Vol 1 - Best Women's Erotica From Black Lace.

    This brilliant book is packed with 21 of the hottest short stories from a brilliant range of erotica veterans and new writers from Black Lace.

    One story that particularly caught the eye of the Lovehoney team was 'Have Sex Will Travel' by Delilah Devlin.

    As a first time short story writer for Black Lace, it seems that Delilah has already gotten into her stride, producing one hell of a sexy story that really stands out from the crowd.

    'Have Sex Will Travel' contains every key ingredient needed for some seriously exciting erotica:

    • Attractive characters
    • A driving plotline
    • A unique setting
    • Blushingly erotic sex scenes
    • And in depth descriptions that make you feel like you're right there, enjoying every touch, kiss and thrust!

    Check out our free extract to find out just what awaits you in Sexy Little Numbers Vol 1...


    EXTRACT

    The Russian’s fingers did it for her.

    As annoyed as she’d been with his arrogant set down on the train platform before they’d boarded, one look at his hands as he clutched his newspaper in front of his face and she was mesmerised, unable to drag away her gaze.

    He had large hands, shaped like shovels, dark, sparse hairs sprouting below the second set of knuckles. His fingers were long – the tips blunt and thick. His nails were clean, trimmed, but not filed or buffed. He had a man’s large and capable, but unfussy hands.

    Evie surreptitiously clenched her thighs. Two of those thick, blunt fingers would equal the girth of the last cock she’d had thrusting up inside her. Three would stretch her to the point of delicious pain. His palms would be slightly calloused, but she could already imagine the feel of them rasping over her breasts. Her boyfriend’s hands had been as soft as hers.

    The newspaper snapped, and her gaze shot up to meet his over the top of the pages. The same narrowed glance he’d given her on the platform now seemed to hold a hint of challenge.

    Evie’s cheeks grew warm. He’d caught her staring. At his hands. At the long fingers curling tighter around the paper he held in front of him. He probably knew exactly what she’d been thinking.

    She glanced away, reached for the backpack at her feet and pulled out her itinerary to review it for the hundredth time, staring at the pages, but not really reading.

    Something deliciously unexpected arced in the air between them. An electric charge of sensual curiosity that didn’t dissipate the longer they sat, side by side on their upholstered bench, pretending not to notice their deepening breaths or the number of times they restlessly shifted in their seat. It wasn’t the vibrations beneath them from the train ripping down the track, even though the steady even hum added a subtext to their restless movements.

    Evie crossed her legs, wishing she’d worn something less comfortable than her favourite pair of faded blue jeans and a Three Doors Down concert T-shirt. She dressed like a grad-school student in a state of arrested development, which she was. Or a teacher who’d saved her meagre salary to splurge on museum tickets rather than a holiday wardrobe. Also true.

    The Russian wore a dark-brown business suit. A summer wool that fitted him well without an overly tailored cut that would hug his frame. He’d left off the tie. His dress shirt was opened at the neck to reveal the base of his throat and give a hint of the dusting of dark hair that clothed his broad chest. Comfort seemed to be his priority over style.

    The paper lowered to his lap, and Evie suppressed a groan, caught again. His gaze rested on her – telling her silently he knew she’d been watching him.

    She lifted her chin. ‘It’s not as if I have anything else to do,’ she muttered, knowing he didn’t understand a word she said.

    A soft snort was his response. Then he folded the paper and stuffed it into the handle of his brief bag. He crossed his arms over his cheat, then began a slow perusal of her body that left her slightly outraged – and incredibly aroused – beginning with her breasts and sliding slowly down her body.

    Pick up your copy of Sexy Little Numbers Vol 1 and not only will you receive a free Solar Vibrating Cock Ring, but you can find out exactly what Evie gets up to next!

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