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Thu, 10/20/2011 - 21:27

Scorpio Stripped

By Tammy Valentine

Series The Zodiac Club: Book 9

Heat Rating 3

Released 2011-10-21

Word Count 5462

Keywords romance, erotica, contemporary, tammy valentine, the zodiac club series, izzy, romantic comedy, chick-lit, erotic, sexual fantasies, naughty, soft porn, vanilla experimentation, star signs, zodiac scorpio

ISBN 978‐1‐77101‐045‐0

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Twelve star signs, four friends, one extraordinary year.

Izzy has been warned about the hypnotic charms that Scorpio can display. But will she be prepared for what she finds? And just how far will she allow herself to fall under his spell?

Izzy let her gaze wander to the view beyond the curtained window, where the ocean crashed hypnotically onto the beach far below. The sun was low already, and the light beginning to fade, but it cast a stunningly rich pall over the deep colors on Brad's bedroom walls. Something about the depth of the light transfixed her, and she watched for—how long? She had no idea.

And then, for no reason she could properly fathom, her gaze fell on the video camera, and she smiled.

Filming had been his idea, but she'd been quite happy to go along with it.

"On one condition," she insisted.

"What's that?"

"We use my camera, my disks—and I get to take it away afterward."

The Scorpio in him, wanting to be in charge and running things, had started to object.

"Why should you get to keep it?"

"Because I've got more to lose," she replied simply, her mind jumping to disastrous scenarios of YouTube humiliation or boys' nights in with the home movies. "That's my one condition. Aside from that, anything goes. Take it or leave it."

Brad took it. And Izzy was delighted at the eagerness with which they'd both thrown themselves into the game of being porn stars. Anything really had gone—for both of them—and they were slightly wild and a little bit reckless in the posing, playing, and performing they'd indulged in over several fun-filled sessions.

First Brad would suggest a position that offered maximum exposure for his admittedly fine cock. Then, once he'd had his fill of preening in front of the lens, Izzy would modify the shot, twisting their bodies to a new angle that would give her the subsequent visual pleasure of watching him thrust into her, complementing the immense physical gratification of the moment itself. They let their imaginations run rampant, along with their spirit of exploration, and she had a growing library of disks at home to entertain herself on her nights in.