Tyler Brandon
is Stanford’s bad boy professor of archaeology.
As the head of the Heritage and Archaeology Department, he is known as
“Indiana Ty” by the students in his classes, and he enjoys an adventurous
lifestyle exploring the world for new finds.
As a certified hunk with a love ‘em and leave ‘em reputation with the
ladies, he is sought after by every star struck coed on campus. He is seen at University events with a
different gorgeous woman on his arm each time.
Ty’s teaching
assistant, Hannalore Bascomb, is as buttoned up a young woman as could be found
on a modern California campus. Raised by
her elderly grandmother after the death of her parents in a rock climbing
accident when she was three, Hanna is ill-equipped to deal with Dr.
Brandon. As her supervisor and thesis
advisor she has been in a position to witness the parade of beautiful women
coming and going from his life over the past year, and she is extremely wary of
the handsome professor with the dark and dangerous good looks. Despite his efforts to flirt with her, she
knows she is no match for his tons of experience. Talk about the lion and the
lamb. She knows she wouldn’t stand a
chance.
Hanna is torn
when she has an opportunity to accompany Dr. Brandon on an expedition to view a
recently discovered cenote, or
sinkhole used for Mayan ritual sacrifice, in Guatemala preparatory to filing
the necessary excavation permits with the Guatemalan government. Which will win out—the excitement of the find
and the opportunity for some hands-on field experience to broaden the scope of
her doctoral thesis or the danger of too much exposure to the handsome Ty
Brandon?
Ty is curious
to see if the luscious body hinted at under the high-necked lace blouses and
mid-calf length skirts worn by his very shy and retiring assistant is a figment
of his imagination or a treasure to be discovered and plundered. He knows that if he can convince her to take
the cruise to Central America with him aboard the Golden Dolphin, a three hundred foot super yacht that provides a
very discreet, luxurious and private venue for BDSM cruises, he might be able
to find out. He has recently been
dissatisfied with the transitory nature of his current lifestyle and thinks he
might be ready for a change.
Add in the
continuing saga of Captain Con Cortelis and Purser Casey Campbell, some
nefarious looters, and fractious natives guarding their ancestral ritual
grounds, and you have a rocking good time on the Golden Dolphin’s cruise down the coast of California, Mexico,
Central America and through the Panama Canal to her home port of Miami.
ADULT
EXCERPT
Without
giving up her lips, Ty maneuvered her back into the suite and toward the double
doors of the bedroom that she had glimpsed when she came in that morning.
Before she knew it, she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees, and she was
falling onto the soft mattress. His weight was on top of her, but strangely,
she didn’t get that upwelling of panic she would have expected as he settled on
top of her. It felt wonderful although she was still a bit nervous. Well, who
wouldn’t be? This was Dr. Tyler Brandon lying between her thighs. On a bed! Oh, my. She took a deep
breath. Relax and enjoy it, girl. This
may be your only opportunity.
He
finally broke the kiss, and his lips cruised down her throat to the tops of her
breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened to tight buds. She gasped as his
tongue outlined the lace cups of her Victoria’s Secret bra. During the year she
had worked as his teaching assistant, she hid the sexy secret of her beautiful
lingerie under the ultraconservative clothes she wore. She had always believed
that the purpose of sexy lingerie was more to make the woman feel good about
herself than to entice the man—although a little enticing certainly wouldn’t
hurt. With Ty’s hard cock cradled between her thighs she didn’t think it would
take too much enticement.
With
his hands on the bed beside her shoulders, he lifted up on his tanned, muscular
arms and looked down into her face. “I want to go as fast and hard as humanly
possible here, but I realize that may be too much for you.” His face was
serious. “Are you really okay with this, Hanna?”
“Yes.
I’m really okay. Let’s do it before I change my mind and regret it for the rest
of my life.” He grinned before he lowered his head again and sucked her turgid
nipple through the lace of her bra. Her eyes closed, and she just savored the
feelings coursing through her. Oh, it felt so good she was having trouble
concentrating. He sat back, and she felt him lift her T-shirt. Before she knew
it, Ty had ripped it up and over her head and tossed it on the floor. The busy
fingers on one hand were unlatching the clasp, and her full breasts spilled out
into his hands. Oh, God. She had
daydreamed about this so many times.
“Have
you been wearing this sexy stuff under those buttoned up shirts all this time?
If you have, I may have to spank you for keeping this delicious secret from
me.”
She
felt her cheeks turning pink. Just the thought of being across Ty’s lap for a
spanking made her lady parts quiver. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”
“Oh,
baby, I really would do that.” He returned his lips to the other nipple,
tugging and pulling the raspberry tip as spikes of desire winged their way
directly to her pussy. She loved when he called her baby. She sighed in
delight. He pulled her shorts and bikini underwear down her legs in one swoop.
Then he peeled her bra down her arms and off, and they joined her T-shirt on
the floor. He stood up and quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head, dropped
his jeans, and lay down on the bed beside her. Oh, Dr. Brandon goes commando. She wondered how often he had been
in that state when she was surreptitiously watching his great ass under those
jeans.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I’m naked
on the bed with Ty Brandon. She could barely digest this piece of amazing
information before he rolled her over on top of him.
He
stroked his big hands down her back and over her butt before he gave her bottom
a sharp smack. “That’s for holding out on me about the fancy lingerie.” He
grinned and soothed the red handprint on her bottom. She felt the feminine
juices that had been trickling between her legs begin to gush. Her body was
completely ready for Ty even if her mind might not be.
He
cuddled her close to his chest and kissed her deeply before he encouraged her
to sit up, straddling his pelvis. “Rub on me, baby. I want to feel those hot,
wet lips of yours gliding over my cock.” He put his hands on her hips and
gently encouraged her to move. She picked up the rhythm until they were both
enjoying the slick feel of her pussy lips against his hardness. He took a
moment to reach into the bedside table for a condom and quickly rolled it on.
He lifted her up and over him before he slowly lowered her onto his erect cock.
Hanna shuddered. She couldn’t believe the delicious feeling that was emanating from
their joined bodies as she slid down onto him. “That’s what I’ve been waiting
for, baby—to feel that hot, wet silk close around me.” Hanna was blown away by
the sensations as he started to move and thrust up into her slick channel. She
didn’t want to let his delicious cock escape her pussy and tightened her inner
muscles on each withdrawal. The pleasure and feeling of fullness was exquisite.
As her desire began to ramp up, she took over—riding him hot and hard toward a
precipice she didn’t quite understand. She’d had sex, but she had never felt
like this before. She wasn’t totally inexperienced, but she lacked the
confidence in herself to take control of an encounter and to take the pleasure
she was entitled to as a mature woman. Hanna was flying as the orgasm burst
over her with Ty following several hard and deep thrusts later.
As
the final shimmers rippled through her body, she settled down against him with
her head on his shoulder. “If I had known it would be this good, I wouldn’t
have waited a year to try it.”
~~~~~
2016 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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