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Spice
Scarlet Smith
Magazine writer Jess gets her latest freelance assignment – can anyone go from Vanilla to kinky in just fourteen days – and would they even want to?Jess’ editor, Leyla wants to jump on the ‘mommy porn’ bandwagon, with a sexy blog, and she thinks Jess is just the girl to do it. Jess is given the List, which gives each sexy scenario and also the names and numbers of people who indulge in the weird and wonderful sex stuff, should she wish to ask their advice or expert opinion.Jess’s latest freelance assignment is a “list” of sexy scenarios to try out. Her busy boyfriend Max is enthusiastic about the variety of sensual adventures. Until they reach the “threesome” option. Max is keen, but if they go too far will they risk everything?
Spice
Scarlet Smith
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Mischief
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Contents
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Title Page (#u682ed279-9b38-5ff0-bae8-e325ea984405)
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
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Chapter One (#u56ed0c98-2366-56af-8991-2351b3d420ac)
Jess’s alarm clock buzzed, waking her from a fabulously filthy dream about Max, her boyfriend of three years. Her sex dreams were few and far between and mostly starred dubious celebs, but this one was so much better. And although morning sex was usually way off her agenda – morning breath and sleep-sweat, anyone? – she was feeling more than a little horny.
‘Max?’ she whispered, moving closer to him and kissing his cheek.
He groaned and pulled the cover higher.
‘Max?’ Her voice was louder this time. She snaked an arm under the covers and ran her fingers across his stomach.
‘Huh?’ Max opened his eyes and was surprised to see her so close. Unless she had an early meeting, he was always awake and out of bed before her.
‘Morning.’ Jess grinned at him, swirling her fingers across the dark hair on his chest.
‘Wha’ time is it?’ Max’s voice was slurred from sleep. ‘Did my alarm go off?’
Jess leaned in and kissed his lips, then darted her tongue into his mouth. ‘Not yet.’ She let her hand wander downwards.
‘Huh?’
Jess silenced him with a kiss, a proper, deep, tongue – morning breath and all – kiss. She could feel that he was responding and tightened her hand around his cock.
Max turned towards her and ran a hand along her thigh.
Still wet from her dream, Jess pulled his hand up between her legs, moaning as his fingers found her wetness and slipped inside her.
Max moved his mouth away from hers and headed south to tongue her nipple.
Jess could feel her orgasm building, aided by her rude dream. She bucked against Max’s hand on her clit until, with a shudder, she came.
She pushed his hand away and moved underneath him. ‘Now,’ she instructed him, running her fingers up and down his legs.
Max slipped his cock inside her and she tightened around him. Then she lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and they rocked together, panting, his hard cock filling her until they found a release together.
* * *
Jess drove to work with a smile on her face. Maybe morning sex was her thing after all.
She parked in her usual spot and headed into the Starbucks opposite her office to pick up her morning latte.
‘Morning, Jess.’ Stan, the usual guy on the morning shift, grinned at her as she passed over her money. She felt like a regular now, despite the fact that she only came into the office three or four times a month. She wondered if Stan had noticed that she had a spring in her step today. She’d read somewhere that the smell of sex had a pheromone that other people could pick up on and be attracted to.
Humming to herself, her post-orgasmic glow making her feel great, she took the lift up to the fifth floor, where Fresh Vibe magazine was housed.
* * *
‘Morning, Leyla.’ Jess greeted her boss. ‘Thanks for asking me in today.’
Leyla smiled at her. ‘We always love your input, Jessie; just wish we had more stuff for you to do.’
‘Suits me fine,’ Jess said, smiling at the magazine staff as she wound her way through the desks with Leyla and headed for the meeting room. Jess was a freelance writer, not a full-time member of the team, but she was being honest when she said the arrangement suited her.
‘Come on, people,’ Leyla called behind her as she opened the door to the meeting room.
Jess followed her in and took a seat about halfway down the table near the pastries. Meetings at Fresh Vibe were always well catered. Pastries, croissants, fruit, juice, coffee … and this morning she had worked up an appetite.
The rest of the staff trooped in, all smiling at Jess and several exchanging a few words with her. She had already filled her plate with food and was nibbling as she waited for Leyla to take the helm.
She didn’t get involved in decisions about magazine or online content, but enjoyed the buzz. And yet, as the meeting progressed, she zoned out to remember Max’s fingers running up and down her thigh, his mouth upon her nipples.
‘Jess?’ Leyla was watching her with a smile, as were several of her colleagues.
‘Sorry, Leyla. What did I miss?’
Leyla grinned. ‘We need you for a blog this month. A bit more commitment, I know, writing something every day, but more pay.’
Jess nodded. More pay was always good. ‘Great, so what’s it about?’
Leyla grinned. ‘We’ve all heard of certain “mommy porn” books that are proving very popular?’
There were mutterings and a few salacious grins from the men.
‘Well, I want to jump on the bandwagon a bit. I think our readers would be interested. But I think it’s too much for the regular magazine, which is why a blog would be good.’
Jess nodded. She could write about sex easily. Hell, she’d already made a start on the research today.
‘I’m not sure about the title of the piece yet, but it’s basically: can someone go from being vanilla in their sex preferences to full-on kinky?’
Jess frowned. ‘You want me to write about my sex life?’
Leyla nodded. ‘Yeah, blog about the anti-vanilla stuff you try.’ Leyla gestured at Jason, her righthand man. ‘Jason’s got a list.’
Jason nodded and started going through some papers.
Jess shook her head. ‘I’m missing something here. What’s vanilla?’
‘You know, plain sex, missionary, bedrooms, boring …’ Leyla trailed off as Jason passed her a piece of paper.
Jess put her croissant down. ‘So I’m boring? You want me to blog about how boring I am?’
Leyla grinned. A few people laughed.
‘Jessie, I’m sure you’re not boring, honey, but when we chat, I haven’t picked up on a bondage-threesome kind of vibe off you.’
Jess made a face. ‘Well, I’m not saying I have threesomes every weekend or go to swinging parties with Max, but I’m not vanilla. Maybe a little more sedate now, but it has been three years.’
‘I’m vanilla,’ Monica, one of the full-time writers, piped up.
‘See.’ Jess pointed at Monica. ‘Maybe you can do it?’
Leyla shook her head. ‘No, Jessie, everyone’s got their assignments. I had this in mind for you. I think you’d be good.’
Jess picked up her croissant again. ‘So, walk me through it.’
