The blush in her cheeks deepened. “A little . . .”

  I kissed her gently. “Have I mentioned lately what an awesome girlfriend you are?”

  She cupped the back of my neck and kissed me. “Yes, you have. Now help your awesome girl with this damned harness.”

  I laughed and craned my neck to see if I could help her with the troublesome straps and buckles. It was ridiculously complicated for something we were supposed to operate in this state—I could barely focus when all I could think was She’s going to fuck me. Manipulating fittings with unsteady hands was nearly impossible. She’s going to fuck me. She’s really going to fuck me.

  After some swearing, giggling, and more swearing, we finally had everything in place.

  Tugging on one buckle, I asked, “Is this too tight?”

  “That’s what she said.”

  I rolled my eyes and swatted her bare butt. “Goofball.”

  “Guilty as charged,” she said with a shrug. “Okay, I think it’s on. Now, the fun part.” She pulled the dildo out of the box and smirked at it. “Blue seemed like a good color. What do you think?”

  “Oh, yes,” I deadpanned. “Perfect.”

  After she’d fastened it into place, she put her hands on her hips and peered down at the toy. “Is it weird that I suddenly feel like Pinocchio?”

  “Try lying and see what happens.”

  Naomi eyed the toy, then me. “You just want it to get bigger, don’t you?”

  “Oh, I think that one is plenty big enough.”

  “You sure?” Her forehead creased.

  “Trust me, sweetheart.” I swept the tip of my tongue across my lower lip. “It’s the perfect size.”

  “Good.” There was genuine relief in her voice and the drop of her shoulders.

  “Were you worried?” I asked.

  “I . . . well, I didn’t know what . . .” She gestured at the blue dildo, and the subtle movement made it wiggle. She shook her hips, and we both burst out laughing as it swung back and forth. Barely able to speak, she said, “This is the weirdest thing ever.”

  “It’s not a fashion statement, darling.”

  “Well, thank God for that.” She put her hands on her hips again and gave the dildo a stern look. “Or I think the statement would be something like ‘My penis isn’t getting enough oxygen.’”

  I snorted. “Uh-huh.”

  “Okay, let’s be serious about this.” She started to reach for the shoebox, but stopped and gave her new appendage another glance. “As serious as anyone can be while wearing a giant fake penis, anyway.”

  I smothered a laugh behind my hand. “As serious as you can be while wearing a giant fake penis, you mean?”

  “What?” She put a hand to her chest and scowled with mock offense. “Are you suggesting I’m not taking this seriously?”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  Naomi laughed. “Okay, okay, point taken.” She reached into the shoebox and pulled out the bottle of lube. Chewing her lip, she met my eyes. “The, um, girl at the store suggested . . . even if, I mean . . .”

  I smiled. “There’s no such thing as too much lubricant, sweetie.”

  “Good to know.” She opened the bottle. “Now get on your back while I lube it up.”

  “Lube it up?” I laughed and lay back on the bed. “You’re so hot when you talk like that.”

  “Am I?” In an exaggerated Texas accent, she said, “Git ’er done!”

  Covering my eyes with one hand for a second, I snickered and shook my head. “Naomi, you are such a dork.”

  “And that’s why you love me.” She paused, and the lube bottle clicked again. “Well, that and this giant blue penis thing.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Get down here, you.”

  Naomi giggled and got on top. As she glanced down at the strap-on again, though, her humor faded. “This . . . um . . .” She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, this is so new, I’m—”

  “Relax.” I cupped her face in both hands and pressed my lips to hers. “I know it’s strange for you.”

  She bit her lip and dropped her gaze. “Honestly, I’m not exactly sure what to do. It . . .” Her face turned red. “It was so much simpler on paper. And when I wasn’t nervous.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” I soothed. “We’ll improvise.”

  “I know, but I want this to be—”

  I cut her off with a kiss. “You’ll be fine, baby. Just move your hips, and believe me, you’ll know when you’re doing it right.”

  “And if I’m doing it wrong?”

  I brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. “I’ll let you know that too, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about a thing.” I raised my head for a long, deep kiss, and then murmured, “Now fuck me, baby.”

  “With pleasure.” She lifted herself up and reached between us. Twin creases appeared between her eyebrows as she guided the strap-on closer. She rested her weight on one arm and used the other hand to steady the toy. “Okay, I’ve never . . .” She furrowed her brow. “This is . . . bear with me a little . . .”

  I smiled and ran my hands up and down her sides. “Take your time.”

  “At least you know I won’t go soft.”

  Our eyes met, and we both collapsed into giggles.

  “Are you trying to kill the mood?” I asked.

  “Yes, but only so I can resurrect it by—” She rocked her hips forward, and the head of the thick, smooth toy slid into me.

  In an instant, I went from laughing to lightheaded. My breath caught, my eyes watered, and before I could find my equilibrium again, Naomi withdrew and pushed back in, deeper this time. Holy fuck, it had been so long . . .

  “Oh my God,” I breathed.

  “Is this— Am I doing it right?”

  I licked my lips. “Oh, sweetie, you’re doing fine.”

  “I am?”

  I nodded. “Uh-huh. Jesus, it’s . . . oh my God . . .”

  “Like that?” Her voice was filled with uncertainty.

  “That’s perfect,” I slurred. “Oh, sweetheart, just . . .” I arched my back as the toy slid across my G-spot. “Perfect.”

  She smiled. “This is easier than I’d thought.”

  I tried to form a comeback, but all I managed was a delirious sigh as she thrust harder, forcing the toy deeper and hitting all the right spots. Nothing in the world compared to this.

  With unsteady hands, I traced those soft curves I loved so much.

  Neck and shoulders taut, brow furrowed with exertion, hair disheveled, she had never looked as beautiful as she did just now. She completely mesmerized me. Her breasts bounced in time with her thrusts, her nipples occasionally grazing mine and driving me a little farther out of my mind. This was pure, unadulterated bliss: Naomi’s body against mine—her gorgeous, sensual body—and the deep, hot-cold ecstasy of being fucked.

  God, Naomi was fucking me. Naomi, my beautiful Naomi, touching me inside and out, fucking me like I’d never imagined she’d ever have any desire to.

  Then she slowed down. A self-conscious half-smile spread across her lips. “Sorry, my thighs are getting tired.”

  I smiled. “I don’t suppose you’re used to this.”

  Naomi laughed. “No, I’m afraid not.” But then she grinned and kissed me lightly. “It’ll just take some getting used to, that’s all.”

  “You’d . . .” I swallowed. “Want to do this again?”

  “Honey, if you could see what I do right now . . .” Her lips brushed mine. “Yes, I definitely want to do this again.” She kissed me full-on. “And we’re not done now because I haven’t made you come yet.”

  “Maybe we should try it on my hands and knees. Might be easier on your legs.”

  “And I can pull your hair.”

  Oh, dear Lord. All I could do was whimper softly, and Naomi laughed quietly before she pressed her lips to mine again.

  Then she pulled out, and we both sat up, but I didn’t turn around yet. Instead, I slid my arm around her waist and kissed her. The slick, hard toy pressed against my hip, a tactile reminder of everything she’d done to me tonight. My hand shook as I reached between us and followed one of the straps between her legs. Just my luck, the type of strap-on she’d chosen left me with plenty of access.

  Naomi grabbed on to my arms. She bit her lip, and her spine straightened as I teased her pussy lips apart. Gripping tighter, she buried her face against my neck as I slipped my fingers inside her. I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit and stroked inside her pussy, beckoning until her soft, strangled moans told me I’d found her G-spot.

  “Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Oh, baby, oh . . .” Her pussy tightened around my fingers.

  “Want to come, sweetie?” I teased. “You want me to let you come?”

  “Please.” She dug her nails into my arms, and her shoulders rose and fell with her quickening breaths. “Please, Beth, I can’t— Oh God . . .” Her entire body shuddered violently against mine, and her moans disintegrated into something close to sobbing. She swore and gasped and begged for more, and her slick, hot pussy was so tight, I could barely move my fingers enough to keep her orgasm going.

  Finally she seized my wrist. “Stop, stop, stop.”

  I stopped. “I love feeling you come like that, baby,” I murmured into her hair.

  “Your hands are . . .” She shivered, raising her head. “Your fingers are amazing.”

  “Anything for you,” I whispered, and kissed her. “You know that.”

  “Likewise. Now why don’t you turn around so I can fuck you some more.”

  My jaw dropped—I still couldn’t quite believe she’d done this, never mind that she wanted to do it again—and she giggled.

  “What can I say?” She shrugged with one shoulder. “This is fun.”

  “So I see.”

  I kissed her once more, then turned around. I got on my hands and knees, and behind me, the bottle top clicked. Then it clicked again, and she tossed the lube onto the bed.

  I bit my lip as she teased my pussy with the slippery toy. I’d gone years without being fucked and had never become as impatient as I was right now. A few strokes, and I was hooked.

  And she was teasing.

  “Come on,” I pleaded.

  “You want this?” She pushed in a little, just enough to make my arms shake beneath me.

  “Yes. Please. God, don’t—”

  She gave me a little more, then pulled out. “More, sweetie? You want all of it?”

  “All of it.”

  “Hmm.” She slipped the toy in deeper, and as she withdrew, she said, “I can’t decide if I should do this slowly or fuck you hard.”

  I screwed my eyes shut and moaned. “Hard. Please, Naomi. As hard as you can.”

  “Ooh,” she said with a grin in her voice. “As hard as I can?”

  “Yes. Yes. As hard as you can.”

  “That—” she forced the toy all the way inside me “—sounds like a challenge.” She didn’t give me a chance to recover or beg for more. Gripping my hips, she pulled out and thrust in again. And again. And again.

  “Oh God. Harder. Fuck me harder . . .”

  She gripped my hips tighter and gave me what I’d begged for, fucking me right to the edge of unbearable, and I clawed at the bedsheets as my whole body threatened to shake to pieces.

  I rested my weight on one arm and, with the other hand, reached for my clit.

  “That’s right,” Naomi said, her voice taut like she was speaking through gritted teeth. “Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself until you come.”

  I circled my clit faster, faster, faster, and my pussy tightened around the thick toy that Naomi slammed into me again, again, again, hitting my G-spot perfectly, and I was in heaven. Pure, delicious heaven.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly be any more amazing, that heaven exploded in a shower of sparks, and I was sure my body shattered and melted at the same time, and Naomi didn’t stop, and neither did my orgasm. My eyes rolled back, and I collapsed onto my forearms, gasping and crying out as she kept right on fucking me.

  When it was all over, when I’d returned to something close to coherent, Naomi slowly withdrew. I turned over and dropped onto my back. My hand shook as I pushed a few strands of sweaty hair out of my face, and even though my legs didn’t have to hold me up anymore, they trembled too.

  Naomi unbuckled the straps on the harness and took it off. Faint pink stripes remained on her skin, marking where the harness had clung to her while she’d fucked me. She held up the harness and toy, an unspoken thought furrowing her brow. Then she shrugged and leaned over the edge of the bed to drop the toy into its box.

  “I’ll clean that later.” She flopped down on the bed. “For now, I need to catch my breath.”

  “You too, huh?”

  She smirked as she crawled toward me. “Me too? Who did all the work, dear heart?”

  I laughed. “Okay, good point.”

  “That’s what I thought.” She lowered herself beside me and rested her head on my shoulder.

  I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, baby,” she whispered, and cuddled closer.

  “I thought you weren’t into the whole strap-on thing.”

  “I wasn’t.” She kissed just above my collarbone. “But I knew it was something you wanted, so . . .”

  I stroked her hair. “It didn’t make you . . . uncomfortable, did it?”

  “No. Not really.” She turned onto her stomach and propped herself up on her forearms. “The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was obviously something you really wanted, and even if it wasn’t a turn-on for me, it wasn’t necessarily a turn-off. So, why not?”

  “Well, I’ll admit, it surprised me.” I pushed myself up to kiss her forehead, and then eased back to the pillow. “I just didn’t think you were comfortable with it.”

  “I wasn’t at first. I guess . . .” She bit her lip. “I guess I had it in my head that instead of the toy being an extension of me, a strap-on made me an extension of the toy, if that makes sense.” She swallowed. “Like I would be nothing but a living, breathing dildo.”

  “You did?” I kissed her forehead again. “Oh, sweetheart. I never thought of it that way.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “And the more I realized that you don’t think that way, and this is something you wanted to do together, the more appealing it sounded.” A grin spread across her lips. “And you know what? It’s fun.”

  “It definitely is.” I kissed her gently. “Thank you again, baby. It means a lot you were willing to try it.”

  She trailed her fingertips down the side of my face. “Anything for you, Beth. You know that.”

  I pulled her to me and kissed her.

  Naomi was, without a doubt, what this woman wanted.

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  Lauren Gallagher is an abnormal romance writer currently living in the wilds of Omaha, Nebraska. She and her husband, along with a coyote-iguana hybrid and two and a half cats, are thought to be in hiding from the Polynesian Mafia and a debt collector in search of a fine for an overdue book from the Library of Alexandria. Lauren continues to skillfully, if somewhat clumsily, elude them, but continues to have run-ins with her arch nemesis, M/M erotic romance author L.A. Witt. The implementation of Operation: I Don’t Think So is expected to resolve that problem soon enough.

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  EXCERPT: RAZOR WIRE

  Two women. One terrible crime. Zero allies.

  After being raped by a superior officer, MA3 Kim Lockhoff wants to leave the whole thing in the past. A cop herself, she knows all too well that it’s her word—and slutty reputation—against that of a respected Navy officer.

  MA2 Reese Marion, a tough cop hiding her own trauma behind a hard-as-nails exterior, has no patience for pretty little princesses who use their cleavage to win favor with the guys. But when Reese is partnered with Kim, she slowly realizes that reputations can lie. Kim is whip-smart, ambitious—and scared. The man who attacked her won’t let anything damage his career, least of all Kim . . . or the baby she’s carrying as a result.

  When Kim confides in Reese, she unwittingly puts her new lover—and both of their careers—in the line of fire. Now her attacker just might have the leverage he needs to keep her quiet for good.

  Available December 22, 2014

  Ebook: ISBN: 978-1-62649-187-8