Sven Larsson, international movie star, is out to repair his scandalous reputation. The last thing he needs is for an enticing bundle of curves to fall into his arms, making his libido sit up and growl Come to Papa. However, the instant sexual chemistry between them is hard to ignore…
Sylvia, young widowed mum of three, knows Sven is everything she doesn’t need in a man. Can she risk giving in to temptation and enjoy the no strings sex on offer?
With the paparazzi breathing down their necks and both of them scarred emotionally by their past demons, will they manage to heal each other...

EXCERPT
"Ready?"

"No."

She couldn't stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.

"Trust me?"

Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.

"Baby? We won't do anything you don't want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you've changed your mind."

The heat of his body surrounded her like a physical caress, stoking the fire in her belly to flashpoint as he waited for her answer. Everything seemed to be heightened in those few moments. The sounds of the water, the creaking of ropes, the breeze lifting the hem of her skirt, Sven's heavy breathing, as his hands skimmed across her back and up to her neck tilting her head up. Feather light kisses whispered across her face and his warmth surrounded her. The only place their bodies touched was his hands and his lips on her skin as he murmured in Swedish in-between kisses, and she couldn't help the sigh of delicious anticipation as her body relaxed into the sensations assaulting her.

"I should warn you, though. I have every intention of convincing you that you need to stay with me, and, once I get inside you, I shall not let you go."

The growled words zeroed straight to her core, leaving a trail of fire in their place, and, not caring where they were anymore, she groped blindly until her fingertips connected with the cotton of his shirt. Bunching the thin material in her fists, she pulled him towards her until her breasts were pressed flat against his shirt, and she could feel his thundering heartbeat matching her own.

"I haven't changed my mind, Sven. Please I want you inside me now."

"Thank fuck for that, baby, and hold onto me." 

Before she could draw another breath, he lifted Sylvia against him, her dress rising up high as she automatically locked her legs around his hips. One shoe clattered to the ground  as the cool breeze on her exposed backside hitched her own arousal even higher. Sven rushed to carry her indoors. Every bounce against him,  brought her wet and aching folds in direct contact with the rock-hard erection straining through his jeans. The friction his movements created against her clit brought her closer and closer to her own release, and her hips moved against him of their own accord, whilst she whimpered her need into his shoulder.

A door banged shut behind them, and Sven's vicious curse rumbled through her, as he pinned her against a wall, his body holding her up, his hands stilling her hips.

"Don't you dare go without me lady, not until my cock is in you, filling you, making you my mine."

Sylvia almost screamed as his hand found her slick folds and ripped her knickers clean off. Her need to get herself closer to those clever fingers overwhelmed her completely. Her needful whimpers hung in the air between them as Sven probed her entrance, stretching her, his mouth finding hers, his tongue mimicking his fingers as she once again hovered on that painful edge.

A nip of teeth on her lips made her groan in frustration at the loss of his fingers.

"Sven, please, I need…"

"What, lady, what do you need…this?" 

A hard thrust of his still-clothed cock had her bite in his shoulder, helpless with the need to have him inside of her. God, what was happening to her? This wild creature begging him to fill her wasn't her, was it? But she was going to explode if he didn't do something, anything.

"Give me a minute to get out of these fucking trousers."

The loss of his body like a physical ache, every atom in her body craved his touch, his scent, fuck; just him and she helplessly squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the ache only he could fill. Time went agonisingly slowly as she listened to the rustle of clothing, accentuated by their heavy breathing until the rip of foil raised her anticipation to fever pitch again.

Yes, please yes . . . .

He gripped her thighs with his strong hands, spreading her wide and with Sven's agonised growl in her ear he lifted her against the blessed wall again, his cock nudging her entrance.

"God, you're so wet, so ready baby. I wanted to take this slow, but I can't. Fuck I want you so much."

Gripping his shoulders, she locked her legs behind his arse and his groan spurring her on she rocked herself forward, her breath leaving her in one big whoosh, as the action made him slide into her.

He was too much, far too much, too quickly the fullness stretching her painfully, and he caught her moan in his mouth, easing himself out a little, giving her time to adjust.

"Shit, I'm sorry baby, but I need to move, you're so goddamn tight. Jesus."

His whole body shuddering he thrust deep, his mouth seeking hers, their tongues duelling, his cock nudging her womb. The pressure eased as her internal muscles stretched around him. He set a ruthless rhythm, and she matched him thrust for thrust as her own arousal built to fever pitch again. Sensations too overwhelming, too intense, harder, faster, deeper. She took all that he gave, her moans mingling with his groans, the growled words in Swedish  adding to the sensations assaulting her. His shifting of position brought with it unbelievable tension deep inside her and, when his fingers found her clit, she did the one thing she never thought she would. Her orgasm hit her with such force, she couldn't help the scream that seemed to go on forever and ever, her internal muscles milking every last shudder of Sven's own growled release, as her body sang with the aftershocks, her head on his shoulder, his smiling lips caressing her face.

She blinked at the sudden light when he took the blindfold off with one hand, the other massaging her backside. Sven’s smile was pure wickedness and male satisfaction, as they stood, still joined intimately together. He thrust gently deep inside her, and Sylvia moaned, before she lost herself in the tender expression of his eyes.  

"Now, let's find a bed and do that again, more slowly this time."

Oh god, yes!



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