{"id":3866,"date":"2012-11-16T05:00:22","date_gmt":"2012-11-16T09:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/selenakitt.com\/blog\/?p=574"},"modified":"2012-11-16T05:00:22","modified_gmt":"2012-11-16T09:00:22","slug":"new-baumgartner-story-in-coupling-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/selenakitt.com\/new-baumgartner-story-in-coupling-two\/","title":{"rendered":"New Baumgartner Story in Coupling Two!"},"content":{"rendered":"

That’s right, there’s a brand new Baumgartner<\/strong> story<\/strong> coming at you just in time for the holidays!<\/p>\n

Janie and Josh are ten years into their marriage, and you won’t believe how they celebrate their anniversary every year! (Or… well… if you’ve already read the Baumgartners, maybe you will!)<\/p>\n

There are also two other stories by me in this antho – The Flintstone Experiment and Cat Lover. And there are nine more stories from three other amazing authors – Sommer Marsden, Willsin Rowe and Alison Tyler – to boot!<\/p>\n

So quick, go buy your copy! And if you need more incentive, read on for the blurb and excerpt…<\/p>\n

COUPLING TWO<\/a><\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Sex, love and climaxes. In Coupling Two, we’re here again to explore more of the joys, pleasures and flat out kinks of being part of a couple. Four of today’s hottest erotica authors explore what coupling means to them. Selena Kitt, Alison Tyler, Willsin Rowe and Sommer Marsden put the Mm… in commitment. Join us for some titillating, tender and downright dirty moments. From the most intimate kind of stress release, to a sizzling anniversary celebration, foreplay of the voyeuristic kind and a much needed union after a dangerous situation, join us in Coupling Two to get a taste of something a bit sweet, a bit spicy and a lot sexy.<\/strong><\/p>\n

EXCERPT from THE DIRTY SHOW by Selena Kitt:<\/p>\n

\u201cHey girl, this is crazy, and I know we just met, but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Janie blinked in surprise at the guy who took the stool beside her at the bar, instinctively backing away a little as he leaned closer. He was young, barely old enough to gain entry into the club, and while she was just ten years past that, this clear attempt to pick her up amused her greatly.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me?\u201d She crossed one leg over the other, letting her already-too-short skirt ride up her thigh, revealing the lace top of her thigh high stocking, enjoying his reaction. His gaze skipped from her hemline to the v-neck of her blouse, revealing far more cleavage than she was used to showing.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, it was a just bad pickup line!\u201d He had to yell to be heard, leaning in even closer, and Janie could smell beer on his breath. \u201cWhatcha drinkin\u2019? I\u2019m buying!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShot of Patron!\u201d Janie yelled in reply and lifted her glass, tilting back the honey colored liquid at the bottom.<\/p>\n

\u201cTwo shots of Patron!\u201d The guy called to the bartender. She was a leggy redhead who raised her eyebrows as she poured the shots but she took the guy\u2019s money and slid the drinks in front of them, moving on to the other patrons crowding the bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat should we drink to?\u201d Janie lifted her glass, enjoying the way he turned toward her on the stool so his knee brushed her thigh. He was tall, and the jeans and cowboy boots alone made her belly quiver. The silver buckle and the hat were just cherries on the cake.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll I know is that we need to get hammered.\u201d He clinked his glass to hers, grinning, still yelling to be heard. \u201cBecause I wanna nail you!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe first pickup line wasn\u2019t bad enough?\u201d Janie smirked, raising one eyebrow and glancing pointedly down at his crotch. \u201cI don\u2019t know, are you sure you brought enough wood?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her timing couldn\u2019t have been more perfect. Tequila erupted from his mouth in a fine spray all over the bar and he choked behind his black shirt sleeve, eyes watering, but he came up laughing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m pretty sure you\u2019d be happy with the timber, ma\u2019am,\u201d he replied, still grinning.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me, is this seat taken?\u201d<\/p>\n

She felt a presence, glancing over her shoulder at the dark, curly hair appearing behind her as he slid onto the stool on her other side.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Josh,\u201d he said, holding out his hand.<\/p>\n

Janie took it, smiling. \u201cJanie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, she\u2019s a tougher nut to crack than that, pal, believe me!\u201d the cowboy remarked, using one of the napkins sitting under a bowl of peanuts to wipe up the tequila he\u2019d spit all over the bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that so?\u201d Josh smiled. \u201cI guess we\u2019ll have to see about that. Hey, cowboy, can I borrow your hat?\u201d<\/p>\n

The cowboy frowned, but he took it off and handed it over, smoothing back his sandy hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d Josh put the hat over Janie\u2019s still untouched shot of tequila. \u201cI bet you a kiss that I can drink that without ever touching the hat.\u201d<\/p>\n

She cocked her head and eyed him skeptically. \u201cOne kiss?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you prefer a blowjob? I know I would!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, one kiss.\u201d Janie laughed, feeling her face flush. Beside her, the cowboy was watching intently.<\/p>\n

Josh gave a nod and then crouched down, disappearing under the lip of the bar. Janie squealed as she felt his hands on her calves, a hot mouth pressed to her knee, making drinking sounds. The cowboy\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am? Do you need me to\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no!\u201d She laughed, waving him away as Josh reappeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cTaa daa!\u201d Josh wiped the back of his mouth, dropping her a wink.<\/p>\n

The cowboy scowled, reaching over to grab his hat off the counter, revealing the shot sitting, still untouched, on the bar. \u201cHey!\u201d<\/p>\n

Josh grabbed the glass, knocking the shot back in one tilt of his head. He turned to Janie, grinning. \u201cNow about that blowjob\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKiss!\u201d she reminded him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, forcing her to spread her legs as his mouth came down on hers, slanting across with a wet, hungry heat she couldn\u2019t resist. Janie put her arms around his neck, letting him draw her tongue in, suck at it, and felt the stiff press of his erection through his jeans.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d The cowboy was still scowling when Janie came up for air, face flushed, pushing her blonde hair back out of her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI drank it,\u201d Josh explained, grinning. \u201cBut I never touched the hat, did I?\u201d<\/p>\n

The cowboy looked from one to the other, puzzled. \u201cBut\u2026 you\u2026 are you\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

Janie disentangled herself from Josh\u2019s arms, turning on the stool toward the confused man. Leaning in closer, so she wouldn\u2019t have to yell to be heard, she whispered into his ear, \u201cMarried.\u201d<\/p>\n

She saw the light dawning and slipped her arm around Josh\u2019s waist as she slid off the stool, feeling his hand moving over her ass, squeezing, kneading her flesh. Her whole body was buzzing with heat, her nipples hard under her blouse. The cowboy\u2019s gaze went there, in spite of the fact that Josh had already claimed her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a lucky man.\u201d The cowboy tipped his hat, his gaze sweeping Janie from head to toe, making her tingle.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d Josh leaned in and whispered into Janie\u2019s ear. \u201cI\u2019ll meet you outside.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for the drink, cowboy.\u201d Janie turned and walked away, hips swaying, feeling the heat of his gaze following her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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