Bad Girls Have More Fun: Ellora's Cave

When socialite Sareena Wilton invites gorgeous police officer Brogan Donahue into her lavish apartment to explain how a beautiful but fierce jaguar rescued her from an armed attacker, they share a passionate night of unforgettable sexual adventures.

When socialite Sareena Wilton invites gorgeous police officer Brogan Donahue into her lavish apartment to explain how a beautiful but fierce jaguar rescued her from an armed attacker, they share a passionate night of unforgettable sexual adventures.

Klutzy Ella is a dedicated gynecologist by day, but by night, she becomes a masked vixen in her erotic performances of Cinderella. When Prince Charming stands her up, her sexy colleague Dr. Roarke Stephenson comes to her rescue for one carnal night of hot, blazing sex...in front of an audience.

Long fascinated with the polarity of artist Izzy Kirsch's work, deliciously sensual world famous astrologer Maceo di Silvio is sure she is holding back artistically -- and sexually. So when he commissions Izzy to paint a mural, he plans to stretch the limits of her wildest fantasies and unlock her deepest desires.

Sareena's eyes practically glazed over as the mayor droned on and on. She loved raising money for the battered women's shelter, but these charity dinners were beyond boring. The only thing that kept this one from being a total yawn fest was her seat assignment.

Eye candy at twelve o'clock sharp.

Officer Brogan Donahue had a polite smile on his face but it didn't reach those gorgeous blue eyes of his. They'd been working together on fund-raisers for months now and she hadn't wrangled so much as an invitation for a cup of coffee. He was unfailingly pleasant but distant.

That had to change.

They'd worked side by side remodeling the shelter and she'd flirted outrageously with him. A few times -- usually when she was covered in paint or drywall dust -- he'd let down his guard and flirted back. She'd thought she'd finally made some progress with him, only to have him slam those damn walls up as soon as they went their separate ways.

Every time she saw him she had to start from scratch, breaking down the barriers he placed between them. Boy, was he stubborn. But then again, so was she. If it was the last thing she did, she'd get him to take her out on a date.

A shiver of sexual hunger raced through her as she thought about how she'd like that date to end if she ever got the chance.

Better get those thoughts out of your head right now, girlie.Sareena glanced down to make sure her nipples weren't poking out under her emerald green silk sheath. She had to speak next and didn't need to put on a show for half of New York City's wealthiest citizens. With her luck there'd be a close-up of her "high beams" in the society section tomorrow morning. Or worse, a picture of her with a wet spot because she decided to forgo underwear tonight to avoid panty lines in the tight dress.

Being an heiress had its drawbacks.

"And now, it gives me great pleasure to introduce the woman of the hour, Ms. Sareena Wilton."

Sareena approached the podium as the polite applause died. After the mayor's never-ending speech the audience was probably more than ready to listen to someone who didn't say "as you well know" every other sentence.

"Thank you, Mr. Mayor. Good evening everyone. I hope you enjoyed your dinner and the entertainment provided by the Williams Jazz Ensemble. I promise I won't keep you much longer." It was already eleven-thirty and she really didn't want to be hanging around with the socialites come midnight. Then again, having a huge black cat stroll through the lobby of a five-star hotel would liven things up a little.

Nowthatwould make the papers for sure.

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