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  Uncovering Annabelle

  Days fueled by desire . . .

  Annabelle Lee is content to spend her days as a quiet and staid librarian, revealing her true desires only at night, when she indulges in the rich erotic life that lives only in her fantasies. It is there she dreams of Mike Sloan, the rugged handyman who stirs her passions and ignites her erotic nature.

  Nights filled with pleasure . . .

  Mike has always yearned to get a peek behind Annabelle’s demure nature, knowing there is far more there than she shows. When he finally gets her alone, they unleash a passion beyond any late-night fantasy. Limited only by their imaginations, they set out to explore even their deepest desires, with Mike hoping to win Annabelle’s heart in the process.

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  Uncovering Annabelle

  N. J. Walters

  Copyright © 2004, 2016 by N. J. Walters.

  This is a fully revised and updated edition of a book originally published as Annabelle Lee.

  Material excerpted from Enticing Emma copyright © 2016 by N. J. Walters.

  Cover design and illustration by Dar Albert, Wicked Smart Designs.

  Published by Beyond the Page at Smashwords

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  ISBN: 978-1-940846-80-4

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  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Excerpt from Enticing Emma

  Books by N. J. Walters

  About the Author

  Prologue

  “I heard you were hot.” The voice was male, deep, and husky.

  Annabelle turned from where she’d been organizing books in the reference section of the library. The towering shelves filled with hardcover books created a tunnel-like effect, insulating her from the rest of the library. She could see a tall silhouette at the end of the darkened aisle. “You shouldn’t be here. The library closed five minutes ago.” She used her sternest librarian voice, the one that automatically scolded the recipient for breaking library rules.

  The shadow sauntered closer and coalesced into the body of a man. And what a body! Clad in tight jeans and a white tank shirt that emphasized the rippling muscles in his chest, he was every woman’s fantasy, but especially hers. The blue material of his jeans clung to his muscular thighs and accentuated the bulge in the front. He was aroused and making no effort to hide it.

  “What can I do for you?” Annabelle asked, her voice prim and businesslike. A bead of sweat rolled down her back and her nipples were now tight buds against the front of her summer cotton sundress.

  “What do you want to do?” came the tantalizing reply.

  Annabelle eyed him up and down as she sauntered a little closer. His was a strong face made harsh by the desire stamped on it. His brown eyes scorched her with their lustful gaze. Her fingers itched to reach around his neck and release his long, rich brown hair from its leather thong. She wanted to sift her fingers through it and rub her face in its softness.

  Annabelle stopped in front of him. “You should be fined for breaking library rules.” She ran her finger up and down the front of his tight shirt, tracing the muscles, feeling them clench tighter at her touch.

  “What’s the penalty?” His voice was a rough whisper in the quiet of the hushed library. His hands reached to pull her toward him, but she stepped back.

  “No. No touching.” Annabelle tapped a finger upon her lips, drawing his gaze to them. “That’s your penalty.” She removed her wire-rimmed glasses, closed them carefully and placed them on top of a thick reference book.

  Taking her time, she reached behind her head and, one at a time, pulled out the pins that confined her long, dark brown hair in a bun. Her dress was drawn tight across her breasts, and they grew heavy with desire as his lustful stare lingered on them. When the last pin was removed, she laid them next to her glasses and threaded her fingers through the long tresses, letting them fall softly across her shoulders. She felt powerful and sensual.

  “You can look, but you can’t touch.” Casually, she slipped off her loafers and nudged them aside. He stood as still as a statue before her. Every muscle tensed. Waiting.

  She padded toward him, her feet making no sound on the carpet. She clasped one of his hands in hers, raised it to her lips and placed a kiss in the center of his palm before positioning it on the wood shelf to the right. Then she did the same with the other hand and laid it on the opposite shelf on the left. His hands were slightly rough, the hands of a man who made a living with them. They were broad with long, thick fingers. Capable hands. The thought of them on her body sent a shiver of desire racing down her spine.

  “Don’t move,” she ordered as she backed away. He was a large man, and with his arms spread he filled the aisle. If possible, his gaze got even hotter, a mix of annoyance and lust.

  “Annabelle.” His jaw clenched and his voice was harsh. “I want you. Now.”

  Annabelle gave him a sultry smile. “If you pay the penalty, you can have me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

  She reached down and in one motion pulled her dress over her head and let it slip to the floor. His nostrils flared, and his fingers dug into the wood of the shelves, turning his knuckles white. Annabelle laughed and stroked her cotton-covered breasts with her own hands. As he watched her, she drew her fingertips over her aroused nipples.

  “You can do that later. If you behave.”

  “You’re killing me.”

  “We can’t have that, can we?” Annabelle reached behind and unhooked her bra. Bending over she allowed it to fall down her arms and join her dress on the floor, all the while giving him an unobstructed view of her full breasts.

  “God, you’re beautiful. Come here and let me taste you,” he rasped. His body swayed, but his hands never moved from the shelves. He licked his lips, as if anticipating a feast. “You know you want to.”

  “Later,” she promised. Her heart was pounding hard inside her chest. Her breasts heaved as she took a deep breath, and a confident smile crossed her face. Before he could say anything else to distract her from her purpose, she slid her hands into the waistband of her white cotton panties. His gaze followed her every move.

  She slowly
pushed them down her legs and kicked them off. Naked and proud, she stood before him, her legs slightly spread. She trailed her fingers up her torso until they were under her breasts. She hesitated only for a second and then cupped the mounds.

  His breathing grew harsher and a muscle flexed in his jaw. “Come here,” he coaxed. “I want to suck your nipples until you come for me. You’ll love it. We both will.”

  She swung her hips as she drifted the few steps necessary to bring her right in front of him. She reached out a hand and cupped the bulge in the front of his jeans. He groaned and flexed his hips, rubbing his erection against her palm.

  “We can’t leave you like this.”

  “No, we can’t. We shouldn’t,” he agreed hoarsely.

  “Take off your sneakers, but don’t move your hands.” Annabelle watched as he toed off his footwear, his smoldering eyes never leaving her face.

  He sucked in a breath when her fingers grazed his stomach as she undid the snap of his jeans. He released it in a rush when she carefully lowered the zipper. She peeled both jeans and underwear down his legs at the same time. “Kick them away.”

  He made quick work of that and was left naked from the waist down for her perusal. His erection jutted out in front of him, long and thick. Annabelle licked her lips. He groaned when she went to her knees in front of him.

  “All this. Just for me.” That was the only warning she gave him before she lowered her head and took his penis into her mouth. She sucked on the tip, loving his musky scent.

  His hips jerked forward, pushing his shaft deeper into her mouth. Annabelle trailed her fingers over his testicles, subtly reminding him who was in charge. The heavy sac tightened beneath her touch. She trailed her tongue around the head of his shaft one final time before moving lower to lick and suck at his balls.

  He let out a groan of pure pleasure and then his fingers were tangled in the mass of hair that hung down her back, breaking the rules she’d set for their encounter. She no longer cared. She held him in her hands as she licked at the length of him. He was soft and hard all at the same time.

  “Suck me, baby,” he grated out between his clenched teeth.

  Annabelle took as much of him into her mouth as she could. He held her head gently in his large hands as she pleasured him. Annabelle relaxed and allowed his shaft to slide all the way to the back of her throat. Her teeth lightly grazed his length as he slid in and out of her moist mouth. She used her tongue to flick along the underside of his cock and was rewarded when his hands gripped her tighter.

  Annabelle felt both powerful and weak. Her breasts were heavy and ached for his touch, and her arousal dampened the insides of her legs. Her body moved in rhythm with his. She felt empty. Needy.

  Annabelle licked at the head of his shaft, savoring the drops of arousal that seeped from the tip. She sat back on her heels and drew her tongue over her lips. “You taste wonderful.”

  “Let me fuck you, Annabelle. You know we both want it.” His hands were still tangled in a length of her hair, as if he were loathe to lose contact with her.

  Annabelle swayed forward and rubbed her face over his arousal. “Yes.” Her breath was hot on him and her tongue flicked out for another lick.

  “On your hands and knees, baby. You had your fun. Now I want mine.” His fingers released their grip on her hair and he watched, seemingly entranced, as the strands slid from his grasp.

  She observed him as he waited—the patient hunter who had set the trap and was waiting for it to be sprung. He was a male animal in his prime and he was ready to mate.

  She smiled seductively and then turned her back on him. She placed her hands on the floor in front of her and then turned to look over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for?” She rolled her hips as she teased him. She was more than ready for him.

  He swore as he tore his shirt over his head and dropped to his knees behind her. His strong left arm encircled her waist and then he pulled her back against him. The head of his cock nudged her opening and then he pushed forward. She was so wet and ready, he easily slid all the way to the hilt. Annabelle loved the way he filled her so completely. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his shaft.

  He sucked in a breath. “You’re so wet.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her exposed back.

  “Mmm,” she agreed, rotating her hips slightly. Her breasts hung in front of her and the weight of them made her feel wild. If he was a male animal in his prime, then she was his female counterpart. She arched her back and her hair slid to one side, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. She pushed her bottom snug against his groin and swiveled her hips. The motion excited her even more.

  His laugh quickly turned to a groan. He slid both hands up her stomach and then covered her breasts. He had large, strong hands. She shivered when he touched her. He rolled the tight nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making her squirm. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Payback is hell.”

  She responded by moving ahead slightly and then pushing back as hard as she could. “It sure is,” she panted.

  He moaned and his hands tightened around her breasts. He opened his legs, which spread hers even wider. He kept one hand on her breast, teasing the puckered nipple. The other, he wrapped tightly around her waist. Then he moved.

  The pace he set was maddeningly slow. He eased away until only the tip of his shaft was inside her. Then he slipped back inside her until she was filled with him. He held her firmly so she was unable to control the depths of his thrusts. He kept up the slow steady tempo until she was both swearing at him and pleading for him to finish.

  The hand that was toying with her nipples abandoned them and slid down to cover her mound. He held his hand there for a moment. “You’re so damn hot,” he whispered behind her. “I love that about you.”

  He held her steady as his fingers combed through her pubic hair. Every other stroke or so, he allowed his index finger to graze her clitoris, barely touching it. She desperately tried to move her hips, but he held her tight and continued his erotic torture.

  “More. I need more.”

  In answer to her demand, he began to move his finger in a more regular rhythm. Lightly, he played with the tiny nub of nerves. Then harder. Then light again. The steady pattern remained the same but the pressure varied.

  Tension built inside her until she was almost mindless for release. Annabelle tossed her head from side to side. “Harder.”

  He continued working her until she almost screamed in frustration. “Come for me,” he ordered as he bent down and carefully bit the side of her neck.

  The combination of all the stimulation was too much for her, and her climax rose up and spilled over. His fingers continued to pleasure her even as she clenched his engorged penis. She rode the sensations to the very end until she collapsed. He held her easily in his arms, his torso covering her back and shoulders as he lowered her to the carpet.

  She lay there feeling replete and satisfied. The bottom shelves needed to be cleaned, she noted as the dust tickled her nose. She felt as though she’d just had an out-of-body experience. Little aftershocks rocked her.

  When she finally began to relax, he tightened his grip around her waist. He still filled her completely, and after allowing her this moment of respite, nudged her back up on her hands and knees.

  “I don’t think I can.” She swayed, wanting more than anything to just become a puddle on the carpet. He held her until she was back in the position he wanted.

  “I’ll do the work. Just enjoy.” He pulled almost all the way out of her and then pushed back hard. Her already swollen and sensitive inner muscles were stimulated even more. Annabelle felt her slick channel stretch to accommodate his length.

  He stroked in and out. Never hesitating. Not stopping.

  Even though she’d just come, Annabelle’s arousal grew until his slow, steady assault on her senses was no longer enough. Recognizing her growing need, he quickened his pace. His hips slapped against her bottom. The air
was filled with the earthy sounds and smell of sex.

  He gave one huge groan, and she felt the wet warmth of his release. His big body heaved and shook as his orgasm consumed him. Swept up in the wave of passion, Annabelle came again. Her inner muscles clamped down hard as he rode the wave of his own release.

  They both collapsed to the floor, but even then he was careful to roll to the side so she wasn’t crushed beneath his greater weight. He was still inside her, his face buried against her neck as they both trembled with the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

  Annabelle loved the feel of his large body against her. His position was both protective and soothing. He glided his fingers over her stomach and traced the outline of one nipple before his hand settled reassuringly around her breast. He practically purred with contentment. He radiated a comforting heat, and she snuggled closer, wanting to absorb his warmth. He laughed as her bottom squirmed against him, enticing his penis to life again.

  “I love your ass,” he whispered. Hot kisses traced her neck and his tongue traced the swirls of her ears. “You’re a hot piece, Miss Annabelle Lee.”

  Before she could respond, a buzzing sound filled Annabelle’s ears. She struggled to hear what he said, even as his voice began to fade. His solid form began to disappear from behind her. She turned, her hands reaching out to hold him to her, but he was gone. She met only air as the buzzing grew.

  “Stay,” she pleaded. But it was too late. The sound of her own voice, added to the annoying hum of the alarm clock, woke her completely.

  Eyes closed to keep him inside her head a little longer, she reached out and slapped her hand over the snooze button, then flopped back onto the bed. She covered her face in embarrassment even as her body thrummed with the last vestige of her climax. Between her legs, she was hot and sticky.