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Category:
Historical Fiction
Publisher: KDP
ISBN-10: B0DTGTXC9S
Type: Fiction
Pages: 177
Copyright: Jan. 18, 2025
ISBN-13: 9798869079299
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
JOHN MCCLANE MEETS ELLE WOODS
Having witnessed a mob hit, Havan Hastings' life is in danger. Officer Sean Kelly's job is to eliminate said witness. Kelly is a cop gone bad in Al Capone's Chicago, 1938. Trouble is, Kelly finds himself not wishing to end Haven's young life...which could mean the end of his.
Growing up on the South side of Chicago in 1938, an Irish kid had two choices in life.
Become a cop or priest.
Sean Kelly was certainly no candidate for the priesthood, so he became a cop...on the take.
Haven Hastings is a dreamer, a gentle soul trapped in the harshest of realities.
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
An unforeseen incident forces Sean and Haven to navigate the dark side of the Mafia Underworld of the 1930s together.
Excerpt
Sean moved fluidly into the rapturous cavern, grunting his involvement with each and every stroke.
His eyes were closed, the tension building in his wired body. Each muscle tired and aching from the exertion he had placed upon them these past few minutes.
The intoxicating scent of the woman surrounded him, taking him places he had always wanted to visit but never could...until this moment.
She raised that sweet ass, meeting his demands with equal ferocity.
He liked that about Haven Hastings. She never did anything in half-way measures.
Those little feet were planted on the mattress and she was pushing into his strokes with determined effort, her face shiny with exertion, her body warmed and sweaty beneath him.
Kelly loved the feel.
The man’s fingers tightened on her wrists, holding her where he wanted her to be.
The woman liked it a little rough at times, which was okay with the guy. He enjoyed her meek grunt of acquiesces.
The head of his cock sank deeper into the volcanic depths it explored, causing yet another soft moan.
Sean trailed tiny kisses down the side of her throat, moving inside the woman rhythmically.
“Oh God, baby.” he whispered a harsh whisper into her ear. “It comes so fast with you.”
The guy usually had to work for it. Not that he wasn’t working now, it was just...different.
This was not strenuous or laborious. This was passionate and erotically moving and just...hot as hell.
“Is t-that...” Haven moaned loudly as a delicious pang of eroticism swept through her nether regions yet again. “A bad thing?”
“Fuck no.” Sean breathed his hot breath out, fanning the puckered nipple he was just about to suckle. “No, baby...” a tremulous grunt preceded the shock waves which inundated his powerful frame.
This? The man recognized.
This? He welcomed with open arms. “About fucking time.” the man closed his eyes...waiting impatiently.
“Y-Yes!” Sean gasped, a tight grating release tumbling from his compressed lips. “Oh fuck...yes!”
He gulped deep breaths, willing his body to allow the coiled anticipation to build.
“Move, angel...move with me!” his hands cupped her ass cheeks, holding the solid firmness in a tight grip. “Come on...”
The man increased the strength and urgency of his thrusts, his breathing ragged and rapid. “Come on...work it.”
He lifted on the taut flesh, shoving her into his sliding cock roughly. “Cum with me.”
Haven’s insides melded to a gooey consistency at the rough hewn urging, her body responding of its own accord.
She held tightly to his shoulders, soft, frequent, intense whimpers escaping her throat.
The sounds were at once both compelling yet desperate to the man’s ears.
Which pushed him over the edge of reason into the dark, liquid hell of a powerful, ergogenic climax.
Afterwards, he lay, panting...completely sated, coming down from an incredulous high.
He felt his cock relaxing its rigidity but surprisingly, it was taking its damn sweet time this afternoon which...was just fine with Sean Kelly.
He tightened his embrace about the warm little body, snuggling close. The fantastic mounds were just beneath his eyesight, so he just lay very still and enjoyed the view afforded him.
“Why don’t we ever take our clothes off when we do this?”
The man chuckled, his ‘moment’ having been disturbed by a very interesting question in his opinion.
“Cause you’re so anxious to get yours that you don’t allow for the little niceties of sexual intercourse.” he answered dutifully, playfully nipping her ear lope in the next instance.
“I’m not the one who climbed on for the ride, Copper.”
He could see that tiny scowl between those beautiful eyes even though he had no intention of disturbing the serenity of his ‘basking’ period.
“You didn’t push me off, either.” he pointed out.
“Why would I do that, for heaven’s sake.” Haven was flummoxed. “The whole point is to enjoy the ride.”
“Good point. I’ll shut up now...and so should you.” he flicked her neckline with the tip of his tongue, then suckled meaningfully on the hot flesh, marking his territory.
“Don’t you dare.” she leaned away, squirming about. “Stop it!”
Her tone hardened.
But he only persisted, chuckling lowly for her predicament.
“You will explain that mark to Frank.” she warned.
The guy stopped his antics post haste, lifting his head slowly, the green eyes searching her out.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, Mister ‘Tough Guy.” she smirked, trying to roll from his influence.
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