Beauty Touched the Beast
Erin cleans Mr. Morris’s house twice a week, soaking up
every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier she secretly loves. Blake Morris
knows he’s scarred both inside and out and is no good for the beautiful young
woman who cleans his house to pay for college. But when Erin walks in on Blake
touching himself and moaning her name, all bets are off.
Beauty Touched the Beast is a short
erotic story of lovers finding refuge with each other. Not for those under 18
years of age or those uncomfortable with the subject matter.
Beneath the Beauty
In the long
anticipated sequel to Amazon Erotica Bestseller Beauty Touched the Beast, Erin
and Blake explore their new intimacy and encounter old enemies.
When Blake receives an offer to return to his alma mater as associate professor, he knows this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves. Erin wants this chance for him to heal… even if it means leaving her behind.
Beneath the Beauty is an erotic story told in serial format. Don’t miss the sexy initial installment, Beauty Touched the Beast, available now.
When Blake receives an offer to return to his alma mater as associate professor, he knows this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves. Erin wants this chance for him to heal… even if it means leaving her behind.
Beneath the Beauty is an erotic story told in serial format. Don’t miss the sexy initial installment, Beauty Touched the Beast, available now.
Excerpt: Warning: Adult Content
She let herself in using her key and
called out, “Mr. Morris! It’s Erin.”
Call me Blake,
he always asked, but for some reason she resisted. She wasn’t usually a stickler
for propriety, but with him it seemed like a good idea. Maybe his military
roots made the formality more correct to her. Or more likely, it was the
domesticity of cleaning his home while he loitered near her.
It would be so easy to slip, to let
him see how she felt about him. Then she’d feel like an idiot—a dumb, little
girl panting after a man old enough to be her father.
She pulled a book from her bag and
went upstairs in search of her boss to return it to him. She could probably put
it in his bookcase, always neat and organized so she’d know right where it
belonged. In fact, his whole house sparkled from the knotted floorboards to the
arched ceilings.
It was partly because he was so
fastidious, but also because she did a full deep clean twice a week. It was one
of the odd habits that made her reclusive employer so strange, and also
endearing.
She could replace the book, but she
wanted an excuse to talk to him. They’d had a lively debate on the merits of
the U.N. in her political science class yesterday and she knew he’d appreciate
it.
She poked her head in his bedroom
and found him there. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight.
He lay spread out on the bed, his skin still damp from a bath, a towel in
disarray around his waist.
And he was masturbating. Shit!
She ought to leave. This was clearly
a private moment and she the intruder. She really should turn around, walk away
and absolutely, positively not watch. Instead she stood there, her eyes riveted
to his exposed cock standing up thick from his fisted hand.
“God, baby,” he moaned, his eyes
closed, “Suck it, please.”
Her lips parted in surprise, as if
she could obey him from across the room. Her clit throbbed to hear his rasping
voice say those dirty words, to watch his fist fuck his cock.
“Yes. Yesss. So beautiful.
God.” His other hand reached to cup his balls. “That’s right, baby. Lick them.
Suck them.”
Her wide-eyed gaze flew to his face,
mesmerized by the interplay of shiny, scar tissue and ruddy, healthy skin
twisted in a grimace of pleasure. His burns and coarse features might make him
repulsive to some, but when she looked at him she saw only Blake, with his
brilliant ideas and gruff kindness.
“Touch yourself. Yeah, yeah. Take me
deep in your mouth and stick your fingers in your cunt.”
Her thighs squeezed together where
she stood, giving herself whatever relief she could. If she moved, either her
legs or her hands, she’d have to acknowledge that what she was doing, that
being a voyeur was wrong, so she stayed still instead.
Then, shockingly, he moaned her
name, “Erin…”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Skye Warren writes
unapologetic erotica, where pain and sex and love collide. Her books have and
has reached the bestseller lists at Amazon and been a Night Owl Reviews Top
Pick.
Website: http://www.skyewarren.com/
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