{"id":20968,"date":"2018-05-17T09:00:04","date_gmt":"2018-05-17T14:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=20968"},"modified":"2018-05-16T16:42:52","modified_gmt":"2018-05-16T21:42:52","slug":"releaseday-one-more-night-by-jenika-snow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=20968","title":{"rendered":"#ReleaseDay – One More Night by Jenika Snow"},"content":{"rendered":"

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When my sister passed away I adopted her daughter, Dolly, and raised her as my own. We were all we had left in this world and I was going to try my hardest to make sure she never wanted for anything.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s why I needed someone I trusted to watch over the most important person in my life. Being a businessman meant I was out of the house a good portion of the day, a necessary evil to provide for Dolly. A live-in nanny would ensure Dolly got the best care possible when I wasn\u2019t with her.<\/p>\n

And when I saw Emma for the first time I didn\u2019t just see a caretaker for Dolly. I saw a woman who had every caveman instinct in me rising up like a primal beast. I felt possession and need for Emma the likes of which I\u2019d never experienced before.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t just want a nanny anymore, I wanted Emma \u2026 all of her.
\nShe might think this was just another job, but before our time was up Emma would realize she was mine and I wasn’t letting her go.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His other hand pressed against my lower back and I gasped from the searing heat of that lone touch. When he pulled me closer, I groaned, his erection pressed against my belly. We were both frantic with need then, unable to stop what was about to happen.
\n\u201cThis is going to happen,\u201d he said harshly and I could only nod in agreement.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s crazy fast.\u201d
\nHe grunted. \u201cIt\u2019s fucking perfect.\u201d
\nWhen he broke the kiss to remove my clothes, I didn\u2019t stop him. Once the material was gone our mouths were latched back together. Eyes closed, body lost in feeling, I brought my hands to the front of his slacks and fumbled with the button. I needed him naked, needed him to be pressed up against me in all his hard, powerful maleness.
\nHis erection pressed demandingly against his slacks and all I could think about was what it would feel like to have him inside of me. He kissed me with so much demand I was helpless. Never removing his lips from mine, I was vaguely aware of the sound of his zipper being brought down. And then I felt the scorching-hot length of him press against my belly.
\nA moan ripped from me.
\nI had my hands on his shoulders, my nails digging into his body. I needed him impossibly closer. My bra still covered my breasts and I wanted the offending fabric gone. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.
\n\u201cI need you naked,\u201d I whispered, and pushed his shirt up almost frantically. The air left me when I glanced down at his hard chest. Tattoos covered his golden, muscular flesh.
\n\u201cI need to have every part of your body on display so I can fucking own it.\u201d
\nA shiver worked its way over me after he said those deliciously dark words.
\nI lowered my gaze down to his hard cock and swallowed. He was hung like a fucking monster. Before I could drag my gaze from the sight of his stiff dick, he had his hands pressed right below my ass and was lifting me. He held me for long seconds as he fucked my mouth. And there were no other words to describe exactly what he was doing.<\/p>\n

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Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.<\/p>\n

She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.<\/p>\n

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