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Best Friends With Benefits (A Most Likely To Novel) by Candy Sloane


Best Friends with Benefits
Most Likely To #1
By: Candy Sloane
Releasing March 14, 2016
Entangled Brazen


Blurb: Valerie Barkin and Alec Rogers survived bullies, awful parents, and seriously shitty social standing the only way best friends can—together. But with the unexpected sexual tension suddenly flaring between them, surviving their ten-year high school reunion might be a different story…

Val hasn’t changed. She still feels like the stringy-haired band geek the popular kids teased, but Alec has definitely changed. He’s now the front man for the Grammy-winning rock band Chronic Disharmony, with the sexual reputation to match. And he’s more than willing to help Val rock the reunion.

And then it happens—a drunken game of Seven Minutes in Heaven—and their fourteen-years-long foreplay comes crashing to the forefront…changing everything.

Seven minutes turns into a weekend of mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex. But these best friends won't be able to leave their hearts out of it forever, not when the most meaningful benefit could change their relationship for good....


Review: Wow. Candy Sloane's new novel Best Friends With Benefits is HOT. Perhaps I'm a little biased (being a band geek myself), but I loved that Val and Al were musicians in high school. This story started off with a bang and ended just as good. Sloane does an amazing job creating a very believable friendship that is bursting at the seams with passion and LOTS of chemistry. It doesn't take the reader a long time to see why Valerie and Alec should be together. These two characters are perfectly matched from the beginning

I highly recommend picking up this new story by Ms. Sloane. If you're looking for a friends to loves story or a forbidden romance, this story will definitely quench your thirst!


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Author Info
Candy Sloane is a pseudonym for a Young Adult & New Adult author who needed to write some naughty books her mother couldn’t read. She lives in Portland, OR and loves Lifetime movies. She would tell you more, but this persona is a secret. 

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Teaser #1
 “I can teach you my ways.” He lifted his brows up and down comically. “The best way to get over a breakup is to fuck someone new.”
“Thanks, Confucius.”
“That’s Cock-fucius,” he tossed back with a wicked grin.
She shook her head. “I can only imagine what your fortune cookies might say.”
He opened his mouth to reply, and she pressed a hand over it.
“If you say it’s fortune nookie you get a punch to your namesake.”
Man up, Alec. Best friend or not, she is telling you to fuck her.
No more talking, no more thinking. He’d fuck her so hard she’d shriek the answer he’d waited for like it was the only word she knew. She’d forever equate the affirmative with the plunge of his cock. He reached for her. His fingers were inches away from those teasing nipples when she pulled back.
“I have rules.”
“What?” His voice was filled with shocked laughter. He pressed his outstretched hands against the bed. He should have known it wouldn’t be so easy.
“If we’re going to do this,” she said, her face so serious he thought it might crack, “there are things we need—”
“I have rules, too,” he interrupted. He didn’t at the moment, but Val’s maturity always did that to him. It was something he admired and tried, though usually failed, to copy.
“Mine first.” She focused her eyes on the mirror across the room and away from him. “I want an orgasm.”

Teaser #2
“Ice and vending?” he asked, indicating the sign on the wall.
“Are you serious?”
He pressed his lips to her ear. “I know you’ve been fantasizing about me fucking you since last night. Do you really want to wait any longer?”
It came out bolder than he’d intended. Maybe he’d gone too far.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she admitted, her eyes sheepish.
Had he ever heard sweeter words? He dragged her down the hall in the direction of the arrow on the vending sign, anticipation making him lightheaded.
They arrived at a fluorescent-lighted alcove. An ice machine and a Coke machine stood rumbling on either side of them.
It wasn’t ideal. But there was a door they could close.
They had enough room if they stood. “What do you think?”
She considered their surroundings. He should have just slammed the door and started up with her again. He was trying to be polite, and his question was going to make her
bail.
“I’m more of a Pepsi girl”—she smiled slyly—“but what the hell?”

Full Excerpts
Excerpt #1
He shouldn’t want this. She was his best friend. But he couldn’t stop.
Even in the dark, he could sense her curves. Ample breasts just begging for a skimpy tank top, her ass plump in that tight little skirt and insistent for a strong squeeze, or a smack if she was being naughty.
The way her gaze locked and her breath met the speed of his own as he erased the last bit of space between them, he was sure she was naughty. Very naughty. That she would welcome the palm of his hand.
And just like that, his best friend had made him hard.
“I don’t hear anything in there,” Randy Tines yelled from outside the door.
“I think we’re supposed to be kissing,” Alec said, his cock so rigid he thought she could feel it through his pants.
“You mean each other?”
“We could just make kissing noises,” he suggested, thinking of his lips teasing along the inside of her collar, biting off button after button of her shirt and spitting them out like watermelon seeds.
Hell yeah, he wanted to kiss her, her lips and her neck and the little spot behind her knee that she had been kneading as they drove here. He knew it was crazy, he knew it was wrong, but he wanted to be the guy to fuck Mr. Peanut out of her.
“Like this?” She pressed her hand to her lips and pretended to make out with it, her eyes on him as her tongue slicked over her skin.
His stomach rumbled in pure sexual hunger. One thing was for sure—all that flute practice had been good for a lot more than music.
“That sounds completely fake,” he scoffed. Though considering the way his cock fought against the fabric of his pants, that was not entirely true.
Her bottom lip lay open against the inside of her palm.
“You think you could do better?”
He yanked her hand to his lips before she could protest, before he could consider. He kissed it lightly at first, soft and drugging, slid the tip of his tongue up to her wrist, until he hit the buttoned cuff. “Maybe it should be me.” The words spilled out against the soft-as-sin fabric.
“What?”
“Maybe I should be the one to fuck you like you deserve.”
Val didn’t reply, just breathed out more peppermint, hot peppermint against the skin of his face. Her eyes smoldered with want. It was clear she felt it, too, the heat between them, the confusing, beautiful, delicious heat.
He grabbed her forearm and drew her closer, slanting in to her chest. The shock of their bodies against each other caused them both to freeze. Not even a breath passed between them, but he knew exactly what he needed to do.
He clenched the back of her head, and his lips dipped to her neck, dripping down her skin like melting ice. Fuck, he had to taste her. He opened his mouth, and his tongue lapped at her tender skin.
“Alec,” she breathed.
“Follow my lead.” He couldn’t stop, though she certainly didn’t seem like she was asking him to. If anything, she was yielding to him. He trailed a finger down the center of her neck, playing with the top button of her shirt, pausing so he could think. Ten years. He could have gone to see her so many times. He hadn’t at first because of how they’d left things after graduation, and then because their careers got in the way and they had both gotten into the routine of being like pen pals, but maybe he had really been avoiding their attraction.
There was no avoiding it now. There was no thinking.
She needed this, and he was going to give it to her.

Excerpt #2
He looked from his denied hand to her face. He’d played her game long enough. It was time to take control. He grabbed her wrist, demanding her attention. “Speaking to you like a woman I’m fucking,” he said, straddling her at the waist so she was pinned against the bed. “There is no fucking way you are getting in that shower yet.”
She didn’t protest, didn’t do anything but emit a delicious sigh as his cock pressed into her leg.
“We didn’t go over my rules.” He ground his hips against hers, sheets that smelled of them the only barrier. “And the most important one is that I get to figure out what you like first.” He punctuated each word with a pound of his hard cock against the soft inside of her thigh. “So I can be sure the orgasm you’re demanding is definite when I do finally fuck you.”
Her eyes blazed below him. She swallowed, her lips parted. He continued to grind, and the room spun. He lifted up just enough to pull away the sheets and straddled her again, the hot skin of her upper thighs singeing his own. He ran his hands over her tits, the pearls of her nipples, slowly, his fingertips sliding like oil.
“Agree?” he asked.
“Agree,” she whispered.
“How’s this?” He indicated the slow trickle of his fingers over her nipples.
“Not bad.”
“Truthful,” he admitted. “You might not be able to answer the next time I ask you.” He touched his mouth to them. His hands pressed into the bed as his lips traced the arch of her tits, feather-soft above the fabric of her tank top.
He breathed hot desire onto her nipples, and they responded, seemed to reach for his hidden tongue. His gut exploded with need. But he didn’t rip her shirt off and suck at her like he was desperate to—he teased. Showing her what she had really gotten herself into.
This was not going to be a wham bam thank you sir. Oh no, she was going to have to deal with wanting him so badly she forgot her name.
“Take your shirt off,” he instructed.
She stared at him defiantly.
“Take your fucking shirt off and show me what I signed on for.”
She didn’t flinch. “But I’m not wearing a bra.”
“Why do you think I want it off?” he replied, his tongue grazing her ear.
She didn’t lose his gaze as she removed it, though she was doing her best to keep her shivers in check as he inspected her.
“Those are some great fucking tits,” he said. “I can’t wait until they’re putty in my hands while you ride my cock.”
Her eyes widened.
It was what he would have said to a woman he was fucking, but the minute he saw her full B’s, creamy as vanilla ice cream, with perky little nipples like cherries on top, taut and tight and waiting for him, he couldn’t help picturing just that. Valerie on top of him on this bed, taking him deep, her hands clutching the headboard as he slid inside her again and again.
“Thanks, I grew them myself,” she joked.
He smiled, but not in amusement. “Just thought of another rule. You need to treat me like a guy you’re just fucking. Would you say that to a guy you’re just fucking?”
Her breath caught. “I’ve never just fucked anyone.”
He knew it was true, knew why this decision had been so hard for both of them to come to, but he wasn’t about to get caught up in that, now that he was so close.
“Tell me to suck on them.”
Her eyes were hooded.
“You want me to, right?” He pressed into her soft flesh, and her head lolled back in a gasp. His heartbeat hammered in time with his cock. Fuck, the way her body responded was sexy. It knew him as well as she did—each breath, each whimper exactly what he needed to hear.
She nodded. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“You wanted it last night, too, didn’t you? Wanted me to take your nipple into my mouth, circle my tongue around it slowly, and squeeze it between my lips. Give you a preview of what I’d do when I went to work on your clit.”
Her mouth opened, but nothing came, no words, no breath. Though he knew she was locked not in fear but desire.
Greedy lust shot into his cock. He had her. “That’s the best part about just fucking someone. You can tell him exactly what you want. So what do you want?”
“Valerie, do you want to play?”
Maybe he hadn’t meant his words as innuendo, but in that moment, she couldn’t take them any other way.
She stepped closer to him. Her stomach was a whisper away, her breasts a sigh away. So close. Surges of heat fired at her from his back. He could probably hear her heart thrumming as she reached out her hand, her finger paused a gasp away from his waist.
She inhaled and closed her eyes. They had done this already. It was not difficult: trace your fingers along his shoulder, murmur into his ear, spin him around, kneel down in front of him, unbuckle his belt, and take him into your eager mouth.
Easy.
Simple.
Her stomach was a seesaw winging up and down.
She needed to stop thinking. She needed to do. She’d spent most of her life on pause. Except for her music, she never went after what she wanted. She never demanded it.
That was changing this very minute.
She snaked her hand around his side, fingertips leading the way. “Was that the only dream you had at fifteen?” She slid her hand onto his rock-hard stomach. Crap, does he mine diamonds in there?
He tensed, then relaxed as her fingers splayed along his abdominal muscles. Her pinky grazed his belt buckle. It was ice cold from the air conditioning.
“Definitely not.” His breath was a heavy moan when he turned to face her. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him in one quick motion, his eyes filled with hunger.
She inhaled sharply. She couldn’t ignore the shock wave when his hardest parts banked up against her softest ones. But this was her seduction, and while she wanted whatever he was about to offer her, she wanted to give him what she’d planned all the more.
She stepped back and rolled her fingers down his chest, the tips of them studying every rock, every crevasse. She breathed out and gathered more courage. “Was one of them getting your dick sucked in an arcade?”
Those words would have usually stayed in her mind flipping somersaults. She stopped breathing until Alec’s eyes went dark, and his erection pulsed against her thigh.
“At fifteen my dreams didn’t go that far,” he admitted.
“This very minute, though…” He took a finger and slid it along her lips. “It’s at the top of my list.”
She took his finger in her mouth, worked it in and out.
Her tongue slicked around it, giving him a preview of what she was planning. She was woozy for what was under that belt buckle.
His breath caught. He dipped her chin back, forcing her to let go, even as their heartbeats fought against the arcade’s sounds.
“Val.” His eyes darted like pinballs as they grazed over her face. “What about your rules?”
Crap, maybe she couldn’t just do. Maybe all her thinking and pausing earlier would make just doing impossible.
“Do you want me to stop?” She deposited her hand where it had been, palm open, wrist tight against his waistband, her pinky sliding underneath to hot skin.
“Fuck no,” he breathed. “You can feel how hard I am for you. I just want to make sure this is okay.”
She moved slowly toward the door to close it, hoping to increase his ache with each swing of her hips. “That’s how sure I am,” she said, more seriously than she’d intended as she made her way back over to him, “but right now I don’t need you to be a gentleman. I need you to pull my hair while
I take you into my mouth, and I need you to come at the back of my throat.” Her heart was beating like the midnight cheep of a cuckoo clock, but she kept her words steady. “Do you think you can do that?”
She’d never spoken to a man this way, and the words excited her. Lust flowered in her abdomen and tumbled lower. Alec appraised her again. Each sweep of his gaze garnered an additional heartbeat and an additional thrum of need.
“Dirty Girl,” he finally said, straddling the legs of his jeans wide, “none of that is going to be a problem.”