Mari and Luca continue to work through their list of sexual fantasies in All Wrapped Up, Book Two in The List Series. They’ve abandoned their original plan of no strings attached and, for the most part, Mari’s learning to be okay with it. She definitely likes Luca’s strings (and whatever else he might use to restrain her), but she’s not sure she’s ready to take the next step in their relationship. Luca, sweet, strong, commanding Luca, insists that it’s time to move in together. Mari insists it’s time to relax and enjoy what they share without complicating things.
With every moment they spend together, Luca shows Mari how good they could be together. Will Mari run away from her emotions, or does Luca have her all wrapped up?
All Wrapped Up is a novella length erotic romance and contains mature adult themes, including graphic and explicit sex.
“You’re really okay with all this?” Rachel asked. It seemed that question had gone back and forth between us too many times in the past week.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, distracted by unwrapping the package labeled FRIDAY MORNING. It held a brand new, still in the box, oversized butt plug and a small package of water-based lube. That was certainly more promising than the enema.
“It’s just a lot. That’s all.” Rachel sounded very serious suddenly, unlike her earlier joking tone.
I opened the folded paper labeled FRIDAY NIGHT. It showed a pencil drawing of a woman’s ass, presumably mine, with a giant cock, presumably Luca’s, poised to penetrate her anus. He was very confident in his rendition of his cock, both length and girth.
“Rachel, my boyfriend just sent me a romantic gift consisting of an enema, an enormous butt plug, and a picture of him fucking my ass. If you want to date a woman, who am I to judge?”
Rachel didn’t respond immediately. I agreed. Luca could be overwhelming. I was so used to it that it no longer hit my filter the same way. Obviously, since I’d just blurted that out to my girlfriend. Announcements like that probably didn’t belong in polite conversation, but we’d crossed that point a long time ago.
“And you’re supposed to do what with those things?” Rachel asked. She was back to being horrified instead of serious.
“They were labeled. The enema is for Thursday night, the plug for Friday morning, and the picture is labeled Friday night.” Luca directions were sparse, but graphically precise.
“Are you going to do it?”
Braxton Cole lives in the Pacific Northwest where she spends most of her time holed up in her office writing stories. When she’s not writing, she can be found riding her bike, hiking the fabulous local trails, chasing her kids, or wishing that her thumb was a little more green. She has a bad habit of killing what she tries to grow, but hasn’t given up hopes of one day being a successful urban farmer.
Braxton writes erotic romance because romance is the stuff that makes life great, and sex is fun. The two belong together, both in life and in fiction.