His for the Taking
Not all love stories play by society’s rules.
I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn.
Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.
The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.
I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book.
Here is a sexy excerpt:
I followed his reflection in the mirror, and as he stepped behind me, one hand possessively hooked at my hipbone, the other fisted around his cock, a touch of vulnerability played at the edge of his persona. It was almost imperceptible, a flicker of guilt here, a dab of resolve there.
I’d never seen anything—anyone—more beautiful.
Had his vulnerability been visible the night before? Had I been too overwhelmed by his presence, too lost in his larger-than-life persona that the subtleness had escaped me? Or had the darkness and shadows of the bedroom obscured them, only to be revealed in the light of morning and the bright bulbs overhead.
I scrutinized him as he pressed his hips forward, grabbed me possessively by the hips, and speared my pussy with his cock. My eyes instinctively tried to roll back, but I fought the initial burst of pleasure tinged with pain. I fought it with everything I had, needing to watch him as long as I could, taking in this rare glimpse of Max unguarded.
At least for the moment.
He looked up, and our gazes caught in the mirror. He froze, erection wedged so deep inside me he felt like he was everywhere, and for a long moment, he simply held me. And though no words passed between us, I’d never felt closer to anyone.
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.
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