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Diamond Collar (V Vaugn)

Diamond Collar by V Vaugn


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Grant Mitchell has claimed Maple LaFleur, and she has the diamonds to prove it too. Not everyone wants to play nice with Maple, though. Bearded lesbian and Board contributor, Delta Abney, wants to sour any excitement Maple may have about her new alpha partner, Grant. Things don’t work out too well for Delta.

Enjoy the second book in the Sweet Maple series, Diamond Collar. The sexual adventures are sure to keep you engaged.

Product type: EBook    Published by:     Published: 03 / 2018

No. words: 9580

Style: Erotic Romance, Erotic Short Stories

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle

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I pulled into the parking lot and there it was, the hideous orange pick-up truck. As usual, the truck was covered in dried mud. The mud was heavily packed all over the car. The dried dirt hid most of the colorful flames that were painted on the truck door, and the truck mud also made the vehicle look like a flaming piece of shit. The flaming turd of a truck belonged to no other than, Delta Abney. Delta was the biggest, bearded lesbian I ever had the displeasure of knowing. She looked like a lumberjack and she acted like a drunk Jackie Gleason. She was vial, but she was also wealthy, and the Board valued her contribution to their club. I wasted a few seconds thinking about a reason for her visit to the office, then I exited my vehicle and headed towards the building.

As I approached the front of the property, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the windows. I looked gorgeous. My hair was full, my body was fit, and my beautiful dress hugged my curves and accentuated my hips. My high-heeled shoes lengthened my stature, and I strutted through the building doors like I owned the place.

Once inside, I removed my sunglasses. My green eyes were highlighted by purple eyeliner and eyeshadow, which helped make my eye color sparkle in the sunlight. As I scanned the front of the reception area, I realized the receptionist was not in the office. I thought her absence odd, but I continued towards my office. As I walked, I noticed most of the office area was empty. Before I reached my office door, I caught a glimpse of Lexi. She hurried into the office kitchen to avoid any contact with me; it was obvious, she was so transparent. I decided to ignore her weak and negative energy, and I walked towards my desk. After settling into my office space, I heard her voice. It was Delta. From down the hall, she said, “I don’t care what you do; I ain’t your momma.”

I had the slightest clue what she was talking about, but I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. I continued to settle my things around my desk to start my work day. Once I unwrapped my light shawl from around my shoulders, my beautiful physique was on full display. My dress hugged my bosoms and accentuated my curvaceous waistline. I felt fabulous. After I sat down in my chair, I scanned the lists for the day. Within a few moments, my office phone rang. I answered, “Hello, this is Maple.”
The voice said, “Hey, baby. How’s my sweet Maple this morning?”
I couldn’t help but smile. It was Grant, and he put butterflies in my stomach.

Within a few seconds, I answered, “Grant. I love hearing you say my name. I’m doing well; I just arrived to work.”

Grant said, “I like saying your name, Maple. I especially like saying your name with my hands on your hips and my cock in your ass fucking your sweet spot. My sweet spot.”

Grant waited a few moments, then he said, “Isn’t that right, Maple? You’re mine.”

I couldn’t deny him. Of course, I was his, he claimed me. I wanted no one else without him involved, so, yes, I was his.
I answered, “Grant, you own me, baby.”

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V. Vaugn works as a legal copywriter by trade; but she enjoys writing erotic fiction, political thrillers, and mysteries in her spare time. She enjoys cooking, writing, playing volleyball, and kite sailing.

Her writing embodies everything from the naughty to the scandalous, but watch out because this writer is dirty and her stories often include graphic sex scenes that make her stories a true one-finger read.


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