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  12 Inches

  A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  Alexis Angel

  Naughty Angel Publishing

  Contents

  Description

  Also by Alexis Angel

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  A Note From Alexis

  Another Word From Alexis

  1. Aidan

  2. Abby

  3. Aidan

  4. Abby

  5. Aidan

  6. Abby

  7. Abby

  8. Aidan

  9. Abby

  10. Aidan

  11. Abby

  12. Aidan

  13. Abby

  14. Abby

  15. Aidan

  16. Aidan

  17. Abby

  18. Abby

  19. Abby

  20. Aidan

  21. Abby

  22. Aidan

  23. Abby

  24. Abby

  25. Abby

  26. Abby

  A Note From Alexis

  Another Note From Alexis

  27. Lance

  28. New York Daily Journal

  29. Jocelyn

  30. Lance

  31. Jocelyn

  32. Jocelyn

  33. Lance

  34. Jocelyn

  35. Lance

  36. Jocelyn

  37. Lance

  38. Lance

  39. Jocelyn

  40. Lance

  41. Jocelyn

  42. New York Daily Journal

  43. Lance

  44. Jocelyn

  45. New York Daily Journal

  46. Lance

  47. Jocelyn

  48. Lance

  49. New York Daily Journal

  50. Jocelyn

  51. Jocelyn

  52. Lance

  53. New York Daily Journal

  54. Jocelyn

  55. Lance

  56. Jocelyn

  57. Lance

  58. Jocelyn

  59. Lance

  60. New York Daily Journal

  61. Jocelyn

  62. Lance

  63. Michael

  64. Jocelyn

  65. New York Daily Journal

  66. Jocelyn

  A Goodbye From Lance

  Another Goodbye From Alexis

  Yet Another Goodbye From Jocelyn

  Description

  Also by Mona Cox

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  67. Lisa

  68. Diesel

  69. Lisa

  70. Diesel

  71. Lisa

  72. Lisa

  73. Lisa

  74. Lisa

  75. Diesel

  76. Lisa

  77. Lisa

  78. Diesel

  79. Lisa

  80. Lisa

  81. Lisa

  82. Diesel

  83. Lisa

  84. Lisa

  85. Lisa

  Also By Mona Cox

  Description

  86. Carla

  87. Chase

  Also by Alexis Angel

  My Naughty Angels

  12 Inches

  A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  12 Inches: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  I got a footlong. And it tastes so good.

  You wanna tame Aidan Stone, you’re laboring in vain, darlin’.

  There’s no way any woman alive can get over my body. My Greek God body, with my 8-pack abs and bedroom eyes.

  Abby Cleveland thinks she can change me.

  Make me less of a playboy. More responsible. Take my hard-partying, womanizing ways and make me into a pillar of respectability.

  Well, good luck to her.

  Because it’s me that’s going to change her.

  I’m going to open up a whole new world for her. By using my body.

  I’ll let you guess what part...

  **Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF, MFMM, and very mild FMF. HEA? You know it, babe.**

  This book is dedicated to Cheryl and CJ.

  And Bacon, Ewok, Vicky, Tanya, Wild Child, and Hope, Les, and Drea along with the Naughty Angels who came before them.

  Also by Alexis Angel

  Wicked Lil’ Brat

  Man Chaser

  Red & Blue

  Scandalous

  Client 5

  Jailbait

  Python

  Men of the House

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  Hi ladies!

  If you’re like me, once you finish, you’re not going to want the story to end!

  To receive exclusive sneak peeks, (before anyone else!), bonus content not seen anywhere else, giveaways, and tons more swag, visit me and my Naughty Angels on Facebook at Dirty Lil’ Angels.

  We’ll make it worth your while…

  :)

  Kisses!

  Alexis

  A Note From Alexis

  Well hello there, ladies!

  Let me first begin by introducing myself. My name is Alexis Angel. I write steamy contemporary romance. Steamy is another word, I guess, for dirty. And dirty is another word for fun! In fact, the dirtier the better because at heart I’m just a bad girl looking to have some fun.

  Having fun is why I do this. And, I’m just having fun in the next few hundred pages, doing what I do with a wink and a nod. It’s supposed to bring out some emotions and give you a chance to forget about your cares for a little bit. That’s all I’m looking to do.

  Some people want realism in their books. I say reality is too depressing. So you might see certain things as over the top or ridiculous in terms of never being realistically possible. Yeah, I agree. You’re coming into the world of Alexis by turning the page. Into a world where you have twin stepbrother quarterbacks with 12 inch …uhmm…appendages… that fall in love with their stepsister, where you have dragons who shift into billionaire BDSM rock stars, and so on. Anyways, I think reality should take a second place to fun.

  So I just wanted to say that, in case you know, you were hoping for like super real. The men and women in the pages below represent the best, and worst, of all of us as a collective whole. This is all about leaving your cares for the world behind, as we hold hands, and just for a little while go on a journey that makes us smile. And hopefully a lil’ wetter than before.

  Kisses!

  Alexis xoxox

  Another Word From Alexis

  Hey babes!

  Amazon has a problem with Page Flip. If you’re hitting the end of this book, and it asks you to go back to the first page, then PLEASE DON’T. If you’re reading on Kindle Unlimited, none of the pages will get counted as a read.

  Even if it’s asking you to go to the beginning and review, please close the book at the page you end at after the story - there is a bonus book after this - and then review if you need to.

  The Page Flip issue seriously kills page reads for me, so I’m thanking you in advance!

  Love!

  Alexis xoxoxox

  1

  Aidan

  SLURP!!

  That’s the sound Susan makes when her mouth lets go of my cock. Spit falls as she pulls he
r mouth apart. She’s shined my knob pretty fucking good.

  “Welcome to the 2017 Romance Authors Guild of America Awards Ceremony,” some stupid fucking idiot is announcing on the other side of the curtain. “If you’ll raise your glasses in a toast, I’d like to introduce you to your hostess for the evening.”

  Yeah, I don't fucking know who the fuck is out there introducing the hostess. I don’t really fucking care at this point in the game.

  Why, you ask?

  Because as the host was announcing the Awards Dinner, Susan got on all fours and looked behind her. She gave me a stare so clouded in fucking lust that my cock shivered with delight as I stuck my 12 inches of lust muscle into her quivering hot pussy.

  “Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it,” Susan moans lewdly in front of me as she juts her ass out at me and I plunge into her with my 12-inch cock. That’s twice I’ve mentioned my footlong fuckstick.

  I’m not gonna let you forget it. I’ll try and not mention it as much from now on if you promise to remember?

  Deal?

  Good. Let’s get back to that slut, Susan.

  Her elegant black dress is hiked up and her thong is on the floor. My trousers are at my feet and I’m pounding her ass mercilessly. Just as the bottom of her dress is hiked up, the top of her dress is lowered, giving my hands no obstacle as I reach over and squeeze her tits, pinching her pink nipples and making her throw her head back in ecstasy.

  That’s fucking why.

  “It’s my deep honor to introduce you to USA Today Bestselling Author, Alyssa Moore,” that unnamed fucker on the other side of the curtain that separates me from the stage continues.

  Wait a fucking second. Alyssa Moore?

  Not the author, Alyssa fucking Moore?

  Fucking Christ.

  I look over the backside of the woman that I’m fucking. She’s got long dark brown hair. Fuck, her pussy’s not tight in the least, but it’s getting the job done. Her face isn’t much to look at. I guess I can grab her ass – she does have an alright ass. But when you’ve gotten as much fucking pussy as I have, this girl doesn’t really seem that fucking special.

  But wait one moment. I need to ask her something.

  “Susan,” I say as I keep thrusting in and out and even time my words with my thrusts. At least that’s what it seems like. “You know your sister is out there presenting, babe??”

  That’s a pretty fucking horrible question to ask a broad as you’re fucking her, isn’t it?

  That her sister is just a few feet away from her.

  Well, I’ve had to ask worse—so don’t judge me too fucking harshly. But why would you judge me at all? You love this shit. You wish you were right here with me, so I could fuck you with my thick, hard cock, don’t you?

  Don’t you?

  Don’t fucking lie to me.

  I’m 6’ 3” of raw animal lust in a gorgeous fucking body. I have tattoos up and down my left arm. My muscles are cut with the precision of a diamond drill. My 8-pack abs and my pecs and deltoids showcase a body that’s crowned by my lean face and mysteriously dark brown eyes. I have close-cropped brown hair. And let’s not forget the monster 12-inch cock that’s ravaging this pussy right now. One foot of pussy pleasing power added onto a body of a fucking god.

  If you don’t wish I was fucking you on the backstage of an awards dinner with the Who’s Who of the romance writing world, then I would seriously suggest that you rethink your priorities, love.

  But enough about you and I. Let’s go back to her.

  “Did you know Alyssa was going to be presenting?” I ask, my ears perking up to what the lady on the other side of the curtain is saying. Luckily, people are still applauding and she’s just saying thank you to the folks.

  “What? Yeah, she’s ungggh….present…..award. Why?” Susan asks. Remarkably, I haven’t stopped pounding her. But I can multi-task during my fuck – see love, you thought I was just some dumb stud with a 12-inch cock, didn’t you? I’m Aidan Stone.

  That’s right.

  You knew there was a good reason you were attracted to me from the very first word in this chapter.

  I am THE Aidan Stone. I’ve graced hundreds of romance novel covers around the world. You have, and will, and probably are, fucking touching yourself as you look at my body on the books by Eddie Cleveland or Simone Sowood.

  Basically, I parlayed my looks into something fucking real—a fucking enviable portfolio of book covers and modeling gigs. And besides, I have goals. Professional goals that I’ve been trying to get to. What are they?

  Wait a fucking second. I’m gonna cum soon, and I want to rip off my condom and cum all over this bitch. We’ll get back to this history lesson in a few minutes, alright love?

  Besides, it turns out that I’m fucking the sister of the girl I used to fuck. How fucking crazy is that?

  That’s right. Now you want me, don’t you? Because I fucked Alyssa Moore – USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author who goes around as the Champion of fucking Humanity. I don’t even know if she writes as many books nowadays. She spends most of her time trying to save the world from blowing itself up. Goes around the world with her curvy fucking ass and big fucking tits and dick-sucking lips and talks about how we should stop using fucking land mines or some shit.

  Yeah, I fucked her for two weeks. I thought it would help me get a cover from her publisher. That I’d get an introduction so that I’d be on the cover of a Sinful Reads book. I’d get some pussy from it too, and I wasn’t complaining. I mean that horny bitch jumped my fucking bones the day she met me. Knocked on my hotel room door and without a word got on her knees and began to suck my cock. Used to love it when I sprayed my thick cum all over her body. She used to scoop it up with her fingers and make a purring noise as she would swallow my semen.

  How long ago did I meet her?

  That’s the fucking rub.

  Two fucking weeks ago. That’s right. I sent her a text today – this morning as soon as my private jet touched down in New York City. I figured she lives in New York and I have to be here for this awards show that they’re having so why not kill two birds with one stone and break up with her before the fucking dinner.

  So I dropped by her place. I needed to find her. It was obvious that Sinful Reads wasn’t going to be giving me a cover. It became even more apparent that I wasn’t gonna get a fucking cover when Alyssa decided to drop Sinful Reads as a publisher a few days ago. So yeah, when I got into New York, I was ready to talk to her at long last about what I really wanted from her—not her pussy, but her covers. What I didn’t know was that she lived with her fucking sister, and that her sister was a slut as well. I mean, a little bit of banter with the sister and all of a sudden I have a date for this Romance Author awards dinner. And not even a single glass of wine and she’s dropping her panties and hiking up her skirt and I’m fucking her from behind.

  Go fucking figure. Only problem is that along the way, I had to end things with Alyssa. So, I sent her a text.

  Don’t fucking look at me like that. When she first showed up, I told her this was temporary and it would probably be over in two weeks. She seemed okay with it at the time. And every time I mentioned it, she would brush it off. Well, I wasn’t fucking lying, love.

  “Yeah, babe,” I say to Susan, not sure how to broach this subject. I continue my thrusting. “That’s your sister out there emceeing.”

  Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to her. Because she turns her head and tries to listen.

  “…I just want to thank everyone who has ever supported the causes I believe in,” Alyssa speaks. “But I also want to take a moment to reach out in the world to a man tonight. This man is incredible and I can’t get him out of my head. He has literally taken me to a new level when we’re … together.”

  Oh, fuck. This can’t be good. I slow down my thrusting into Susan as I listen to her sister speak. I’m getting close to cumming and I don’t want to ruin it by having to listen to Alyssa. I mean, sure she was fun, bu
t that’s all she was. I mean, I was trying to get to her publisher after all. She wasn’t anything fucking special and I made sure she knew that from the first day. Truth be told, she was a bit of a fucking princess. As a male model, it’s easy for me to say, but I hate people who have all this entitlement about them.

  Then what about me? Yeah, I’m a fucking asshole too. I freely fucking acknowledge that, love. I’ll even say it again. Fucking asshole. Me.

  But let’s get back to Alyssa because she starts talking again.

  “If you’re out there in the audience, Aidan Stone, I just want you to know that I will do anything to get you back,” Alyssa says into the microphone. Even I can hear gasps go through the hushed room. I mean, what would Alyssa say if she knew I was just a few feet from her, fucking her sister – only separated by a curtain in a section of the stage that’s closed off and only accessible by sneaking in? “I can’t go on without you, Aidan.”

  Okay, I’m fucked.

  But if I’m fucked, it just fucking does something else to Susan.

  “Oh fuck, she’s talking about you!” Susan screams and turns her head back to me and begins thrusting her ass into my crotch harder. It’s as if fucking me while her sister is begging me to take her back is turning her on.

  Sometimes I just don't understand fucking women.

  “Oh fuck baby, you're fucking me so good, just like you used to fuck Alyssa,” Susan moans out. It sounds so dirty that my cock can’t help but twitch inside of her. I have no idea if anyone can hear us, but I sure as fuck hope not.

  “Keep it down, babe,” I whisper at her. But it’s no use. Susan has succumbed to the curse of my cock – and she’s begun to cum. Hard. And loud.

  “Holy fuck Aidan, I’m cumming!” Susan literally yells and now I know that people can hear us because I hear Alyssa yell out, “Who’s back there?”