Do You Like to Watch? Cat Grant Brings THE ARRANGEMENT WITH A Book for You!

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Please welcome my guest, Cat Grant who is sizzling up the blog today with her new release, The Arrangement. I’m going to let her tell you all about it. Read closely because she has a special prize for someone lucky!  Here’s Cat!

Hey, all! A big thanks to the lovely Tara Lain for hosting me today, and thanks to all of you for joining me on my mini-blog tour for The Arrangement, Book Four of the Courtland Chronicles. Leave a comment for a chance to win a signed paperback copy!

I have a confession to make – I like to watch. You don’t want to know how many porn DVDs I own. (Although, considering all the sex in my books, you can probably guess!) For me, there’s nothing hotter than watching the slow burn, then the rising steam from hot guys (and girls!) who are totally into each other. As my heroine Ally discovers when her two favorite men put on a very special show, just for her! 

Dusk had turned the sky to dark blue velvet by the time they finished dinner, and cooled things off enough that they took their coffee on the terrace. Ally and Nick stretched out on the double chaise, while Eric pulled over a chair from the small round table in the corner. She was so comfortable she started to nod off, until she felt Nick stroking her arm. “I’d ask what’s for dessert, but something tells me you two already had yours,” he said.

Laughing, she opened her eyes. “There’s no rule against second helpings, is there? But actually,” she purred, stretching like a cat in the sunshine, “I believe I’m in the mood to be entertained tonight.” She rolled to her feet and crooked her finger at them. “C’mon, you two.”

She doffed her dress and bra as soon as she reached the bedroom, then tugged an armchair closer to the bed and curled up on it, one hand drifting down between her parted thighs. She couldn’t help giggling at Nick’s slack-jawed expression when he saw how wet she was. “You’re going to put on a nice show for me, aren’t you?” she murmured.

“Any requests?” Eric asked with a smirk, shrugging off his jacket and shirt, then moving on to his slacks, unzipping them and letting them drop. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to see he wasn’t wearing any briefs.
She pondered her plethora of choices with an evil grin. “I think I’ve got something to start with,” she said, her gaze flicking to Eric, then Nick. “Your mouth. His cock.”

“You heard the lady,” Eric growled, grabbing Nick’s belt to tug him closer. They kissed urgently, tongues working, while Eric kneaded the front of Nick’s jeans until the huge bulge inside practically bored a hole through his zipper. She gasped when Eric fell to his knees and yanked Nick’s jeans over his hips, but when he opened his mouth and took half of Nick’s impressive length in one long swallow, a stab of envy tore through her. It was one of her few regrets that she’d never blown Nick to orgasm. Her damn gag reflex tripped her up every time.

Eric had his face buried in Nick’s crotch now, his lips stretched wide around the base of his cock, head bobbing up and down while Nick made deliciously hoarse panting sounds. Eric slowed down, then sped up again, driving Nick insane and, from the smug sparkle in his eyes, obviously relishing every moment of it. At last Nick glanced down at him with a pained, pleading expression and grabbed Eric’s head, holding him still while he gave a few short, shuddery thrusts and came with a groan.

Ally let out a long breath, so absorbed in Eric and Nick’s performance that she’d forgotten to touch herself, despite the desperate throbbing in her clit. She slid down in her chair, letting her fingers slip between her thighs again. Only now she couldn’t find the right angle, and shifting for a better position only caused her more frustration.

Eric stood with a dangerous glint in his eyes, wiping the last traces of Nick’s come from his corners of his mouth. Ally knew that look better than she cared to admit; he was definitely not amused by the way Nick had taken control of the blowjob. He shoved Nick back on the bed, climbed up behind him and buried his face between Nick’s ass cheeks. It was as poetic a revenge as any—if the strangled, raspy sounds issuing from Nick’s throat were any clue, apparently Eric planned to rim him to death.

This was a far better show than she’d expected, but her boys could still use a bit of direction. Luckily, Eric had the foresight to stash their supplies in the bedside table when he’d unpacked; she grabbed a tube of lubricant and some condoms, then scooted onto the bed, far enough away for a prime view of the proceedings.

Eric glanced up in surprise when she tossed him the lube and condoms, but his wicked smile told her he’d already taken the hint. He squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers, working one, then another deep inside Nick’s hole. He spent the next few minutes fucking Nick with his hand, but only when Nick’s moans reached window-rattling intensity did he deign to show mercy. Still, she couldn’t help noticing how

Eric’s hands trembled as he ripped open the condom, rolled it on and slicked himself.

Nick moaned even louder as Eric pushed inside him and began pumping away. Sweat sheening his skin, he pulled Nick to his knees—the same position he’d fucked her in that afternoon—and kept slamming into him, but the labored, desperate hitch in his breathing told Ally he was on the edge. He held on until Nick’s last ragged groan, then slumped over, pressing a soft kiss between Nick’s shoulder blades before tumbling to the mattress.

Ally actually considered applauding—but instead, she went into the bathroom for a wet towel. Then she crept up from the foot of the bed, settled between them and began wiping Eric down, starting with his face.

Nick lay next to her like the world’s biggest lump, already snoring into his pillow.

Eric caught her hand and kissed it. “Did our little show meet your expectations?”

“It was certainly inspired.”

“We do our best.”

He kissed her again, then rolled away once she’d finished with his sponge bath, which didn’t bother her; Eric had never been much for après-sex cuddling. The windows stood open, letting in a breeze, though the room remained warm enough for them to sleep naked atop the covers without catching a chill.

She scooted over beside Nick and tucked his arm around her, sinking into sleep with a Cheshire cat grin. If the rest of the month proved this much fun, she had a feeling she’d be smiling a lot.

Cat Grant lives by the ocean in beautiful Monterey, California with one persnickety feline and way too many books and DVDs. When she’s not writing, you’ll probably catch her singing along to whatever’s on her iTunes, or fantasizing about kinky sex with Michael Fassbender.

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Cat’s latest release, The Arrangement, is now available at: All Romance ebooks, Smashwords and Kindle.

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YUM! Thank you so much, Cat. Everybody be sure and leave a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL! You could win a paperback copy. And i love blog followers! : )