Poema ‘Em’ Hunter, the beautiful CEO of a high-tech company based in Boulder, Colorado secures a lucrative military contract on the eve her lifelong friend, Mackenzie ‘Mac” Falon, is due to fly in from Florida.
Years have passed since the friends have been able to catch up with each other and Em takes leave from her business to treat Mac and herself to a visit to a new mountain resort owned by Em. The vacation turns into a nightmare when the two women find themselves caught up in a police hunt for a vicious serial killer, and as they become possible targets of a determined and dangerous South American drug cartel.
The police believe there may be a connection . . . but who or what could it be? Are there secrets lurking between the two women? An obstinate detective strives to find answers. Will the women’s friendship survive? Will they survive?
Em pushed her lover further till she was lying on her back. Mac’s eyes were closed in ecstasy, her arms raised above her head, her fingers digging deep into the carpet. Em gazed down at her wonderfully-full breasts now that they were stretched up and apart. She ran her tongue along their underside—first one, then the other—while her hand kneaded its twin.
Her thumb reached up and played around one hardened nipple, rocked it back and forth, round and round. Em’s lips closed over the other nipple, sucked it into her mouth—she teased it with the tip of her tongue, flicked it. Her tongue circled the nipple which grew even bigger, even harder under her attention. Mac moaned and twisted her body, taking short, sharp breaths as her breasts and nipples grew more and more hot and sensitive at Em’s touch.
Mac’s hands came down and pulled Em’s head harder to her breast, urging Em on. While Em continued working on one nipple and breast, alternatively sucking and licking, her hand left the other breast. She raked her finger nails ever-so-lightly over Mac’s stomach—around her belly button—down to the edge of her black panties.
One finger, then two, then her whole hand sloooowly slid under the band of the panties; fingertips touched the silky curls of Mac’s hidden bush, pressed down gently onto her mons. A load moan escaped Mac’s lips, and she arched her back, pushing her hips up to meet Em’s hand down there.
