Behind Closed Doors
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Authors: Terry Towers
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Behind Closed Doors
(Forbidden Love Boxed Set)
By
Terry Towers
Behind Closed Doors (Forbidden Love Boxed Set)
Copyright 2013 by Terry Towers
Cover by: Terry Towers
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Table Of Contents
Behind Closed Doors (Forbidden Love)
Have you ever fallen a man you knew you can’t have, but couldn’t help but secretly long for? He’s the type of guy that makes you weak in the knees each time he walks by, and makes your heart skip a beat just from a single, brief glance in your direction. He’s sexy, he’s dangerous and he’s forbidden… Most of us would settle for secretly daydreaming of him, but not the women in the “Behind Closed Doors" Collection! They know it’s wrong, but sometimes its good to be bad!”
In this collection you’ll read about;
Nikki’s a young woman who grew up admiring CIA agent, Grant Rivers. Grant is sexy, strong, brave… he’s a hero – her hero, and she’s intent on making him hers once and for all.
Ramona comes to realize there’s a thin line between love and hate as sparks fly when she finds herself stuck in a cabin with the man she’s spent years hating, while secretly longing for.
It’s Christmas and Trinity’s stranded in the middle of nowhere in a blizzard! Her rescuer comes in the form of her mother’s smoking hot ex. What happens over Christmas is so wrong, but why does it feel so right?
Who can resist a man in uniform? Evelyn can’t and she has her sights set on the sexiest Marine she’d every laid eyes on.
Her parents assumed Vivian would have less distractions if they arranged for her to live with their good friend, Blake, while attending college. Little did they know Blake quickly becomes more of a distraction than any boy at college could ever be.
Chapter 1
Setting the erotica novel she was reading down on her nightstand, Nikki slid a hand down her flat stomach and under the waistband of her jogging pants. Her fingers quickly found what they were searching for, her already moist pussy. Spreading the lips of her pussy, Nikki gently ran a couple of fingers over her clit and moaned softly.
Her mind jumped to a scene from the book. However, it now featured her and the man who dominated her mind each and every time she masturbated: Grant Rivers.
She could see him clearly in her mind. Grant with his short dark hair, storm-grey eyes and trim muscular body. She imagined his naked body; lean and powerful stretched out next to her on the bed and it was
his
hand down her pants, and
his
fingers stroking her swollen clit so expertly.
Nikki moaned again, a little louder this time. Her fingers dipped into her pussy, stroking her inner wall. She shuddered as waves of pleasure began to crash through her body, ending in a pulsating sensation within her core. Her fingers moved back to her clit, stroking it harder now, faster. Her hips moved in time with her hand as she brought herself closer to the brink.
Come for me Nikki
, she heard Grant say in her head. Her body tensed up. She was close, so close. His hot body felt
so
good next to hers...
She dipped her fingers deeper into her moist heat again. "Oh Grant!" she gasped as tremors shot through her body and her pussy clenched, then released over her hand. Panting, Nikki slowly pulled her hand from under her jogging pants and opened her eyes, with a faint satisfied smile on her face.
"I really need to get laid," she murmured with a sigh. She reached over and snatched the book up from the nightstand and went back to the page she had left off at before she became distracted. Erotica novels and fantasies of Grant had kept her sated for close to a year now. She knew it was about time she gave up on the idea of being with him and found herself a man she
could
be with. But she just couldn't seem to.
"Hey Nikki, come downstairs for a minute I have some great news!" Nikki's mother yelled up the stairwell to her.
Tossing the book she was reading back on her nightstand Nikki stood and made her way downstairs, hoping that her light ivory complexion wasn't too flushed when she faced her parents. She wondered about their news.
Her nineteenth birthday was tomorrow and her parents were planning a family barbecue in celebration. This was her last birthday at home before she left the little town of Bar Harbor and went off to attend university in Boston.
As she jogged down the stairs, she tied her long light brown hair up into a high ponytail which swung back and forth with each step. Coming to the last step she turned the corner to see her mother and father sitting at the kitchen table, large smiles pasted on their faces. It
must
be great news if her father was smiling; that man rarely smiled.
Their smiles were contagious causing her to return their smile, though not knowing why. "What's up?" she asked crossing her arms over her ample breasts and reclining her long, lean body against the door frame.
"Guess who is going to be here for your barbecue tomorrow," her father said, as he continued to beam, waiting for her response.
Nikki shrugged. "Dunno."
"Guess," her mother urged.
Nikki laughed lightly, while shaking her head. "No."
Her mother huffed and rolled her eyes. Apparently, Nikki was taking the fun out of the surprise announcement.
"Grant," her father finally announced. "He's being flown home especially for you."
Grant!
Nikki's smile widened and a shiver of excitement shimmied through her body, from her head to her pussy, at the thought of her uncle.
Grant was loved and respected by everyone; he was the type of man whom all the men of the family admired and all the women swooned over. And with good reason.
He had spent his early twenties as an intelligence officer in the military. When he turned twenty-eight he took a job with the CIA and had worked with them for the past seven years. None of the family knew exactly what he did there, it was all ‘classified’, but he travelled
a lot
. Every few weeks they would receive a postcard or letter from some exotic location.
Grant Rivers was a family hero.
He was
her
hero...
When she found out he was adopted, her view of him changed. He was still her hero, but he also became more than that in her mind. He also became the object of her fantasies. He went from being off-limits, to being the man she envisioned when she masturbated. His broad shoulders, lean muscular body, suave attitude, and his ability to speak six languages all enthralled her. Six! He was like her flesh and blood James Bond.
She kept those fantasies a tightly sealed secret. But no man could live up to him; no man's touch equalled what she imagined his would be like. She dated often, but found she had to pretend they were Grant to really enjoy being remotely sexual with them.
With each year that passed she found herself wanting him more. She
needed
to find a way to make him see she wasn't his brother's little daughter anymore, but a sexy, desirable woman who wanted nothing more than to please him in whichever ways he wanted.
"When?"
Her father looked up at the analogue clock above the stove. "In about an hour," he replied, his grin widening.
Nikki's face blanched.
Tonight? In an hour! Oh-my-god!
She looked down at the baggy grey fleece sweat suit she was wearing and a bolt of terror shot through her. She needed to shower and get changed as quickly as possible. Turning, she sprinted from the kitchen and up the stairs to the bathroom, stripping off her clothing as she went.
She had an hour to get herself ready to see him. An hour to look as sexy as possible so he'd see her as a desirable woman, not just his niece! She skidded into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Turning on the water she tossed her clothes into the hamper and stepped under the shower.
Not allowing herself the luxury of enjoying the sensual feel of the warm droplets of water as they cascaded down her ivory skin, she scrubbed her body down with strawberry shower gel and washed her hair with strawberry shampoo. When she exited the shower - less than ten minutes later - her entire body smelled sweet and delectable. Exactly what she wanted.
Wrapping a white terry cloth towel around her body she hustled her way into her bedroom. Throwing open her closet she came face-to-face with a very taxing problem; what to wear? She needed something sexy, but not trashy. When she was younger she would eavesdrop on her father and Grant talking when they thought she and her mother were in bed sleeping. She'd learned that Grant liked his women classy, but with a wild uninhibited side - a lady in public, but a slut in private type of woman.
She pulled out a black strapless spandex dress, which fell to mid-thigh. She swiftly put it on and examined herself in the mirror. It hugged her in all the right places, showing off her ample breasts, tiny waist and round ass. An ass whose shape it had taken her months in the gym to achieve. Peering at herself in the mirror she was pleased with the result of her efforts. Sexy, but not
too
slutty.
The hour seemed to go by too quickly. She was just finishing applying her makeup when the doorbell rang. "I've got it!" she yelled flying down the staircase, attempting to beat her parents to the door. She was determined to be the first one to greet Grant.
Panting, she flung open the door to find Grant standing there: tall, dark and as sexy as she had remembered him, wearing a three-quarter length black leather jacket over a black t-shirt, which stretched over his broad chest, and black slacks. Her whole body came alive with raw need, just over the sight of him.
"There's my birthday girl!" He smiled at her and even his smile was as sexy as hell setting her body on fire.
"Grant!" she squealed throwing herself into his open arms.
Chuckling, he pulled her into a tight embrace. The length of her body crushed up against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. Inhaling deeply, her pussy began to throb at the spicy scent of his cologne.
"If only I could get a greeting like that everywhere I go," he joked, placing a light kiss on her temple.
Nikki's lips grazed his neck as she loosened her hold on him, and she was certain she heard his breath catch in his throat. When her deep blue eyes looked into his grey ones, for a fleeting moment she saw a hint of desire there. But she blinked and it was gone, having switched back to the usual look of detached amusement.
"I have got a great night planned for us," he told her then looked down at her bare feet and added, "as soon as you get yourself some shoes."
Nikki's pulse raced and she could feel her underwear dampening, just thinking about spending an evening with Grant. A night where he was all hers! It was the perfect opportunity to have him see her as something other than his brother's daughter.
"Grant, it's so good to see you, it's been way too long." Her father's voice boomed from behind her.
"I'll be right back," she told him, turning and rushing past her parents to head back upstairs and into her room. She knew exactly which pair of shoes she was going to wear with the dress.
Back in her room, she found the said shoes in the back of her closet. They were knee-high soft black leather boots with a stiletto heel, which made her calves and thighs look
amazing
. She kept them for special occasions and couldn't think of a more special occasion than the current one.
Once she had them on, she gave herself one final inspection in the mirror. Nikki found herself feeling as though she was getting ready for a hot date, instead of a birthday celebration dinner with her uncle.
But he's not actually a blood relative, so technically he could be considered fair game
, she told herself. She decided to allow herself to consider it as a date, regardless of what it truly was.
****
As he made small talk with his brother and sister-in-law, Grant couldn't keep his mind off Nikki. It was as though she had blossomed overnight into a gorgeous, sexy goddess. Granted, he only came around a couple of times or so a year, but still, it was as if he was seeing her for the first time and the reactions his body was having towards her disturbed him. His cock was as hard as granite simply from briefly holding her.
When she threw herself into his arms, her small, soft body rubbing against his, and when her breath and lips grazed his neck, his cock begged for attention. Grant was angry with himself for having such a reaction, but it was undeniable. He wanted her. He just prayed to God that she hadn't noticed his body's reaction.
How did she get so damned sexy?
The way that dress clung to her body as if it were a second skin, made him weak at the knees. Even her smell was fresh and light; sweet strawberries. Such a contrast from the women he'd known over the years.
"Ready to go," he heard her say from the stairwell.
Looking in the direction of her voice Grant found himself, yet again, floored by her. What she had decided on for shoes were actually boots that made her already long legs look like they went on forever.
Fuck, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
He shook his head at himself.
I'm a damned CIA agent, I've endured being tortured, leapt from planes and dealt with warlords in West Africa, I'm sure I can handle a little lust over Nikki.
He stuck out his arm for her to take. "For tonight, your wish is my command," he told her, giving her bare arm a light squeeze when she linked her arm with his.
"I'll have her home at a decent hour," he advised his brother as they walked toward his car.
She swatted his arm playfully. "I'm turning nineteen tomorrow Grant," she informed him, with a scowl.
Grant looked down at her and smiled, trying to keep his eyes from lingering on her generous breasts that were straining against the spandex dress she was wearing. "Ahh, I see. Your curfew got upped to eleven then?"
"Very cute, Grant." Her attention turned from him to the car he had parked waiting for them in the driveway. Her eyes widened. "Wow,
that
is one
hell
of a ride!"
"I know. Isn't it, though?" He had borrowed the car from an associate of his - a yellow Lotus Elise convertible. And it was
indeed
some ride. Not exactly something the people in the small town of Bar Harbor saw everyday.
"I think I need to get a job working with you if these are the perks that come with it." Nikki released his arm to run her fingertips along the sleek hood.
Grant shrugged, opening the passenger door for her, "The benefits don't
always
outweigh the cons."
"With benefits like this, there have to be some nasty cons to outweigh them," she commented as he shut the door behind her and made his way to the driver's side. Opening the door, he slid behind the steering wheel.
Grant subconsciously rubbed his left shoulder, the shoulder where he'd been shot several months ago. Luckily, for him the bullet had missed his heart and any major arteries, though no thanks to the assassin who had tracked him down in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Thinking of the bullet wound reminded him of the gashes across his back, courtesy of a whip wielding goon, of a not so kind warlord in Sierra Leone. He figured it was a small price to pay for the security of his country, and that of his family.
Turning on the ignition, the car roared to life. The purr of the motor was sexy all in itself. Sexy car, sexy woman sitting next to him, what more could a man ask for?
The sexy woman not being my niece,
he found himself thinking.
"I have a great night planned for you, starting with dinner at Gino and Lenny's." He backed the car out of the driveway and shifted it into gear.
She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and smiled coyly at him. "I'm ready for anything you can throw at me."