Crawl in Bed With Kellie Kamryn

Crawl into Bed With Kellie Kamryn

*crawls across bed* Hi, Kellie.  *snuggles under blankets. Brr.


 Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Flannel - it's getting cold here in Canada and I need to 


keep this little body of mine warm

I hear ya on that!  Though I can't claim to be little, I 


guess.What are you wearing?

Satin, pale pink negligee. What? I've got flannel sheets! 


Doesn't mean I can't wear something sexy. I'll still be 


warm.





You bet.  We'll all be warm! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Lindt Peanut Butter Balls - my favorite. Melt in your mouth...mmmm

*mutters to self*  Peanut butter balls... sounds a little... sticky.  *blush* Oh... um... If I open this nightstand 


drawer, what will I find?

Underwear, maybe a toy or two... Wait! Did I say that out loud?

*eye roll* Please.  Doesn't everyone? Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off 


during the night?

Definitely curl up in a ball and wrap the blankies around myself. Spoon with me? I have to keep 


warm, you know ;)

Back to safer topics.  Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Absolutely! I love twining my legs with someone while I'm in bed with them :)

*blinks* I may not leave.  Its cold out there.  And some people won't share body heat.  Can you believe


 that? What are we reading? 

Going for Gold, release date October 8th from Romance Divine. www.romancedivine.com

Blurb: One cheerleading instructor. One male gymnastics coach. The staff Christmas party. One hell of a way to say Merry Christmas.

Excerpt: His balls ached. He contemplated discreetly adjusting his junk to assuage his discomfort but decided against it. It wouldn't help matters. At least not when the reason for it stood across the room, all sleek muscle and pleated, short skirt. She had been taunting him with that cheerleader body of hers since the day she'd come to work at the gym back in the fall. 

Raucous laughter made Grant Howard glance over just in time to see Teena Adams tip her head back, laughing at whatever had caused the uproar. At the sight of her beautiful profile, his cock jumped to attention. Her Christmas attire—red and green plaid skirt, green knee-high stockings, fire engine red heels, and white button-down blouse—was sexy as hell. He wouldn’t be able to endure this torture much longer.

It’s not like he didn’t get any on a regular basis. His reputation circulating as a “ladies man” with his female co-workers hadn’t escaped his attention. He neither perpetuated the myth nor did anything to dispel it. He got his fair share of pussy, but not from any of the women he coached with. Not that they weren’t hot—most gymnasts had a body a man would kill to get his hands on. But it was only common sense that if you wanted a good gym atmosphere, you didn’t fuck around with the girls on staff.

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Thank you Lee! xo

Kellie Kamryn

www.kelliekamryn.com