Daniel Tate knew he’d walked out on a one in a million man, but some things are better dealt with alone. Leaving Kel meant losing his heart. He’s conquered his demons. Now he’s out to prove to Kelsey why being together is so much better than living on their own. When Kelsey Schriver’s life fell apart, the last person he expected to come to his aid was his former sub. Their past burned bright, then snuffed out too fast for Kelsey. Is the past something he can forgive or something he can’t surmount?
Daniel didn’t quite look at him when he soaked the sponge. He bit the corner of his mouth and twisted the sponge in his long fingers. “What happened to Joseph? If you’re here and he’s not. You two really split, right?”
“I don’t want to talk about Joe or my being alone for a month.” Kelsey chucked his rag into the water. He dragged a ragged breath into his lungs and swept his gaze over Daniel once more. His cock reacted and pressed tight into his zipper. The music sloshed in his brain. He’d avoided Daniel for too long and his physical desire won out. He wanted Daniel. Wanted not to have to think about why they’d parted and how much he still loved his former partner. He wiped his hands on his jeans.
“You don’t want to talk, eh?” Daniel dropped his sponge. He stalked across the room to where Kelsey stood. “Tell me what you want instead.”
“You.” Kelsey walked Daniel backwards to the wall. Groin to groin, he pinned Daniel tight. He mashed his lips to Daniel’s, taking control of the kiss right away.
Beneath him, Daniel whimpered and opened. He tangled his tongue with Kelsey’s and groaned. Kelsey grabbed the hem of Daniel’s T-shirt, then stroked the expanse of Daniel’s chest. He flicked his thumbs over Daniel’s nipples.
“Oh, God,” Daniel said, breaking the kiss. His hot breath feathered over Kelsey’s skin. “Take me. Right now. Don’t care.”
“On your knees.” Kelsey backed up, giving Daniel room to move. Even though five years had passed, the chemistry remained. “Get me nice and wet.”
Daniel dropped to his knees and popped the fly on Kelsey’s pants. He fixed his gaze on Kelsey and grabbed the belt loops. Bright sunlight shone around him, framing Daniel’s hair and giving him the look of an angel. Kelsey knew better. When Daniel wanted to be devilish, no one could stop him. He freed Kelsey’s cock and tapped the blunt head against his cheeks.
“Missed this,” Daniel panted. He rubbed his face on Kelsey’s groin. “Missed you.”
I want a woman who will drive me crazy in every possible way.
If she loved him in return.
Nathan Waterford slammed the door to his navy blue Blazer and strode across the asphalt into Besta Pizza Around. He smoothed his hand over the lump of bills in his pocket and tucked the insulated pizza bag under his arm.
On a steamy Saturday night in July, he’d rather be in bed with the woman of his dreams, not working to earn a dime he didn’t need. His day job as an estate lawyer paid the bills, but being at the pizza shop got him closer to Courteney, the woman in his heart.
Hell, if he played his cards right, his desires might come to fruition. One day…
Crestline, Ohio wasn’t a teeming metropolis, but Nate and his business partner, Arran Mayes aimed to create the best little restaurant in the quiet farming community. The scent of tomatoes and yeast swirled around Nate, making his stomach rumble. When did I eat last?
Behind the bar, Arran stood drying a beer stein. “Well, you got your wish, my friend.”
As he slapped the silver bag onto the polished wooden bar, Nate glanced at the remaining patrons in the dining room. A couple giggled in the corner booth, while a trio of students wolfed down the last few slices of pizza at the round table under the window. Good times. He remembered being so carefree, before he had to become a man and work for a living.
“And you’re talking about what?” Nate shook his head and leaned on the bar rail. “Get me up to speed.”
Arran sighed and plunked the glass onto the towel. “You missed drama involving your girl.”
His wish? His girl?
Confused, Nate stared at his ruddy-haired friend. If his memory served him, Courteney Bennett belonged to no man. Nate had seriously considered making a play for the saucy little romance writer. From her chocolate-coloured tresses and her consuming mocha eyes, down her curvy body to the tips of her toes, he longed to make her his. He itched to grasp her hips while driving into her from behind. She turned him on like no other.
Thank God the bar covered the tent in his jeans.
“Don’t look at me like you’re surprised.” Rolling his eyes, Arran picked up a wide mouth wine goblet. “As you know, Courteney and Byron split two months ago. Well, he came back to—” he hooked his fingers in the air, “—make things right.” Arran snorted. “His version of making things right meant parading his new girlfriend, Amber something-or-another, right under Court’s nose. The jerk.”
Jon Kagan likes his life. He’s carefree unless he’s in the recording studio with his trumpet. Then he’s serious as hell. He plays the field like he does the notes on each track, but the single life isn’t fun any longer. He wants a lover and partner. But how can he find the man of his dreams when the only people he spends time with are the same musicians night after night? He’s convinced he won’t–until he meets Benny. Then all bets are off.
Benny Walters burns the midnight oil, too, but not in the music business. He’d rather work on houses than play tunes. Putting in a good sweat over a flooring job or painting a room makes him happy–almost as much as watching the hot guy who jogs across the neighborhood in the middle of the day. When he finally talks to Jon, sparks fly. He’d love to get to know Jon better, but confidence isn’t his strong point. Will he be able to get beyond his past and find the future he deserves?
Love happens in the strangest places, especially when it hits all the right notes.
“Are you painting the outside of the house? You mentioned something about gray.” Jon didn’t want to end the conversation. He’d grown fond of Benny, even after a few minutes of chatting.
“Oh, no. My friend is having new siding put on, but I’m not doing it. No, I posed the question in front of your friend there, because you looked like you’d rather eat scorpions than talk to him.”
He laughed again and rocked on his feet. He liked the way Benny talked. “I’m glad you did.” And even gladder he got the chance to meet Benny.
“I should get back to the shingles. It’s hot and not all that sexy, but it pays the bills.”
“I’m sure it does.” Jon glanced over at the house, then met Benny’s gaze. “If I’m ever in the mood to redo my house, can I call you?” Christ, his hands shook. He hadn’t been this nervous in ages. Because of Benny?
“Sure. I don’t have business cards or anything, but I’m licensed and bonded.”
“I didn’t doubt it.” He slid his phone from the holder around his forearm. “Give me your number and I’ll add you.”
“Ask for Benny?” Jon smiled. He could’ve sworn the afternoon heat increased a few degrees each time he looked into Benny’s eyes.
“It’s my personal number. No assistants or anything. I’m not that big.” He blushed. “So you’ll have to talk to me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He inputted the info, then tucked the phone back into the holder. “I’ll let you shingle. It was nice to meet you. Feel free to rescue me again.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Benny grinned and hefted a pack of shingles onto his shoulder. He climbed the ladder up to the porch roof and flexed as he put the shingles down.
Jon whimpered. Benny could really haul. “Do you run?”
Benny stepped to the edge of the roof and rested his hands on his hips. “What?”
“Do you run? Exercise?”
“I lift weights. Why?”
“I thought maybe you’d like to go for a run with me sometime.” Holy fuck, he’d just kind of asked Benny out. Hell yeah.
“You always run in the afternoon. I’m a morning guy.”
“Oh.” Jon paused. Benny was supposed to agree to join him. That’s what the other guys did… Well, shit. Jon twiddled with his headphones. “Wait, how’d you know about my run times?”
“You go past here nearly every day and have since the first of June. You’re hard to miss.”
“Is that a good thing?” Or bad? He hoped for the former.
“I’m just observant.”
And noncommittal with his answers. Damn it. “Okay, well, I’ll see you around. Maybe tomorrow when I run past here.”
“Same time, same channel,” Benny said. He waved and returned to the shingles.
What an odd guy, but handsome as hell and intriguing, too.
Jon headed home, but his thoughts never left Benny. The man knew the right moment to step in, which was kind of nice, and not Jon’s regular type. He liked pretty boys. Musicians or vocalists. He snorted and stopped in his driveway. He had no idea if Benny was even gay, much less if he was interested. The answer to his run question had been vague. Probably because Benny wasn’t homosexual.
He strode up the drive to the front porch and into his house, and kicked off his running shoes. He downed a bottle of water in what seemed like a single gulp. Trust him to find the one guy who wasn’t interested, and find him attractive.
He had to be out of his mind, but he wanted to go back. Wanted to talk to Benny and get to know him better.
He did have Benny’s number. What could he break in order to get the handsome home remodeler to come over?
He’s got cat class and cat style — she’s got the flash. Together they’ll create magic.
Hildegard’s given kittens to a few special young women, but her cats aren’t all they seem. Each skeptical owner plus her affectionate shifter equals love cat-style — but will love prevail over the evil threatening to kill their furry best friends?
Together these cat shifters and a very special witch will create magic.
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“If I don’t let Godzilla out, I won’t have curtains. Again.” Hayden stepped outside the restaurant and jabbed the numbers on her phone to call her friend, Cole. She needed a ride home.
She clutched her pepper spray in one hand and her purse in the other. No way she’d let some creep-o terrorize her. “I’ve got to get to Godzilla,” she chanted as she waited for her friend to pick up the phone. “I never should’ve let that asshole take me out. Damn grabby hands.” Visions of shredded curtains and one pissed off black cat came to mind. But just like a dog or his monster namesake, if he didn’t have time to wander around the backyard, he destroyed things in her house.
“You never should’ve gone to lunch with him,” a voice said. “Not on Halloween.”
Hayden screamed and whipped around, her purse leading the way. If she was going down, she’d go down swinging. “Who the hell are you?”
The person who’d spoken stepped out of the shadows. “Chill.” He put both hands up. “I’m not armed.”
Hayden inched closer to get a better look at him. Dear God in Heaven, the man was naked and in front of a restaurant full of people. Her gaze roved down his lean torso to the thatch of black hair at the base of his cock. She swallowed hard. Naturally, the crazy man would be good looking. Her luck didn’t run any other way.
“Hayden, honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”
A shiver ran up her spine. Didn’t want to hurt her? How the fuck did he know her name? “Who are you?”
“Godzilla. It’s a stupid name for a cat. My brother would be named Godzilla. He likes to bite and scratch. Although, naming him Fang worked, too. Hildy thinks it’s funny to name us after things we do.” He shrugged. “I just destroyed that set of curtains by accident. I never meant to piss you off.” The man folded his arms. His black hair shimmered, and his eyes glowed the same shade of green as her cat’s. He even had the same odd way of staring at her as if he knew what she was thinking, and he talked like he knew all about her cat.
“Do you want my purse?” She stuck out her hands. “Take it.” The guy might remind her of her cat, but cat shifters were the stuff of legend. Besides, didn’t Halloween bring out the crazies? Yes, he was some lunatic in character trying to scare the shit out of her… and it was working. She shivered. “Take it.”
“I’m taking you home.” He swatted her hands down. “There’s a long story I need to tell you, but the short of it is, yes, I’m a shifter. I chose you as my human, and now I’d like to go home and explain where you won’t freak out.” He inched toward her. “I won’t hurt you, but I will rip the limbs off the asshole who dicked you over at lunch. Now let’s go. It’s freezing, and I’m not fond of showing my ass off in public.”
“No.” She held her ground. “I don’t know you from Adam and you want me to take you home? No way, buddy. Blow.”
“Now that’s just mean.” He scratched his brow. “Okay, look, I come from a long line of shifters. Black cat shifters. My litter had four. Hildy knew about us and protected us from a scientist who would like to use me for some crazy-ass experiment. Somehow she knew you needed me. I’m glad you took me home because I knew you were the one for me.” He stepped closer to her. “Hayden, I need your help. We aren’t legend, and some bad people know about me. You’ve got to help me.”
He crouched down before her and curled into a ball. His human form morphed into a cat. After a moment, the cat sat on his back legs and stared up at her. He even had the tiny white tuft on his chest — the same tiny white tuft like Godzilla had.
“Godzilla?” Hayden swayed on her feet. This wasn’t happening. Her cat was a cat, not a shifter. She collapsed on the nearest bench and rested her head in her hands.
A pair of bare feet strode over to her. She glanced at the legs connected to the feet. The man squatted down in front of her. The mystery man who claimed to be her cat. Tears blurred in her eyes. What else could she do? Laugh or cry?
“Hayden, honey, shifting destroys my clothes.” He tipped his head to look her in the eye. “Let’s go home. I’ll explain everything there. I’ll show you what I am.”
“Then why hit on me?” She sat next to him, placing her backpack between them. “I’m a girl and you’re not into…females. Was it to try uncharted territory?”
“Come on.” She rolled her eyes. “I know smoke when I feel it.”
“I’ve never been with a woman, yes. Never been turned on by a female. I’d never yearned to touch a girl’s soft skin or feel her kiss on my lips.” He braced his forearms on his knees. “And then I met you. Now, I want it all.”
She turned away, blocking her expression from his view.
“I want you, Mindy.”
“You’re one of a kind—you know that, right?”
He moved her backpack and closed the distance. “I’d like to think you’d care about me no matter how lame or goofy or sexy I happened to be.”
Arran wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her back against his chest. “I am what I am.” He rubbed his cheek on the silk of her hair. “Can we try for a date?”
Mindy didn’t say anything for a pregnant moment. At least she remained in his arms. She took one of his hands in hers, examining it. “Okay.”
She tipped her head and a wicked smile graced her mouth. “Pick me up tonight at eight.”
Anissa Dunn wants one man — Kameron. He’s got looks, brains and a boatload of attitude… and all that muscle. A girl can only take so much, and he’s her heart’s desire. She’s not afraid to give as good as she gets and she wants him to be her teacher in all things carnal.
There’s only one catch — he’s her bodyguard and the rules state she can’t date the staff.
I will make him notice me. Anissa adjusted her dress. The cherry-red halter frock hung on her thin frame. So much for the correct fit. She sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn’t put on weight. She debated what to add to improve her figure. If she wore the leather jacket, she’d appear edgy. The clunky boots helped increase her height, so she was fine there. But her bust… drat. She peered down at her chest. A wave of nausea hit her as she thought about her dating past. Guys didn’t want to date a woman with a flat chest — or so they’d told her.
She spied the gel bra cups she’d bought during her last trip to the fabric store. If she had boobs, maybe the guy of her dreams would finally notice her. He had to.
Anissa stuffed the chilly padding beneath the cups of her dress. Her boobs looked huge. Instead of the burst of confidence she’d expected, she hated her reflection in the mirror. The additions didn’t fit her frame. But she had a date and no choice but to do her best to entice him. If fake boobs worked, then fine. She’d take her chances.
She donned the jacket, then grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs.
Kam stood in the foyer. He wore the same battered leather jacket, faded jeans and dark sunglasses as he always did. He touched his earpiece. “In position.”
Her heart fluttered. Kameron Stone personified sex in human form. Her nipples ached, and she pressed her knees together. She’d never been with a man and wanted Kam to be her first. If she had her way, he’d be her only.
Would he fuck her?
Better yet, would he love her the way she loved him?
“I have the package,” Kam said. “Preparing to leave.”
She frowned. The package. She didn’t have the honor of being referred to by her name. Gaining his attention wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m ready.”
Kam nodded. “This way, Ms. Dunn.”
“Anissa.” He’d used her last name. Dang it. She’d pleaded with him so many times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her mother. She was just Anissa.
“Ms. Dunn.” Kam escorted her to the front porch, then down the steps. He opened the passenger door of the limo. “After you.”
“Thanks.” She couldn’t leave the house without her trusty bodyguard, Kam. She settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap. Kam would do anything to protect her, and she trusted him, but she was twenty-one and her father needed to put some faith in her. He’d sheltered her from everything. She didn’t resent him for trying — when she turned twenty-five, she’d come into a hefty sum of cash via the trust her mother had left her, but still. She’d gone to an all-girls college, a private all-girls high school and never spent more than a few hours on her own. She crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high on her leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care?
She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and silent. He wore his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who tried to get too close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea if he listened to her. Knowing him, he tuned her out.
“Kam?” She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt rode higher. He didn’t pay her any attention, which rankled her. “Kameron.”
“Ms. Dunn.” He seemed to stare straight ahead.
She whipped out her phone. She couldn’t go through with the date. Not now. She sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway. She’d sent the itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the house. Kam wasn’t paying attention to her — not in the way she wanted. He didn’t seem to care.
She sighed. According to the magazines she’d bought, her college roommate and the dirty movies she’d watched in the middle of the night, she had to be aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure… she could be aggressive. She could demand his attention. But she wasn’t sure how.
Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most likely in front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back. “Kam.”
If he looked at her, she couldn’t tell.
“Ms. Dunn?” Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “Are you okay?”
Nope. He hadn’t noticed her lousy attempts to entice him.
“I’m fine,” she mumbled. What a liar…”I’d like to talk to you.”
Brandon Kidd has three loves – his art, the music of Depeche Mode, and his boyfriend, Aydin. He’s seen the band in concert a few times but needs to see them one more time. He’s determined to go to the Cleveland event. There’s only one snag. Aydin doesn’t share his devotion to the band. When an opportunity to attend comes along, Brandon has to decide between following his desire and his heart.
Aydin may not be a fan of Depeche Mode, but he’ll do anything for Brandon. Plus, Brandon’s birthday is coming up. How better to spend the day than to take the love of his life to the concert of the year? But Brandon’s pulling away. Will Aydin’s surprise work out, or will the special night be their last?
“I’d drive forever to see Depeche Mode in concert,” Brandon said. “Seriously, forever.”
“Depeche Mode?” Aydin sighed. He loved Brandon, even if he didn’t share Brandon’s taste in music. “If you drive forever, you’d never see them. You’d be driving.”
“You knew what I meant.” Brandon stuck out his tongue. “I’m going to sit on that website until the tickets go live.”
“The radio station’s been promoting the concert pretty heavy all week. What if you don’t get the tickets?” All Brandon had talked about was getting into the concert. He had no real plan other than to hope he’d be quicker than everyone else trying to get tickets. The concert hadn’t been announced until three weeks before the event. The tickets weren’t going on sale until two weeks prior to the concert. “You might not get on the site, let alone nab those elusive tickets. Everyone wants to see the band.”
“I’m thinking positive.” Brandon grinned. “My parents or sister might be able to help. Chris knows people.”
“He’s only got a part-time job reading the news at the radio station. He’s kind of low in seniority.” But Chris, Brandon’s brother-in-law, did know people in the music business and could help.
“So? They owe me.” Brandon fluttered his hand. “My birthday’s coming up.”
“I know.” Aydin plunged the last plate into the soapy water. He’d been with Brandon since the beginning of the year. He hadn’t thought he had a chance with Brandon. His boyfriend was so flamboyant and loud. Brandon knew everyone. He wore makeup and colored his hair according to his mood. How he’d ever noticed Aydin was beyond Aydin’s understanding. He was plain, quiet and nothing like Brandon, but they worked as a couple. Opposites attracted. He washed the plate and tried to ignore Brandon’s whining.
“I’m dying here. Do you know how it feels to need to see the band that’s been the soundtrack to your life? How it feels to not get to see them live? It’s killing me,” Brandon said. “Killing me.”
“Aren’t you being overly dramatic?” Aydin asked. He rinsed the plate. “Your entire life? You listened to Depeche Mode at age three?”
“You knew what I meant.”
“I did.” He dried his hands, then wrapped his arms around Brandon. “Don’t freak out about not getting those tickets until you don’t have them.” He paused. “Oh, and I know how it feels never to see my favorites live. I’ll never see Glenn Miller’s orchestra, Judy Garland, or George Michael since they’re all dead. I never saw any of them on stage, but I’m still breathing.”
“Can’t argue, can you?” He kissed Brandon. “I know what you mean about the band, though.” He had to smooth it over. Brandon hated to lose arguments or be discounted. Aydin let go of him. “I do understand, though. You’ve had music at each of your gallery shows, and most of the songs are Depeche Mode. I listen to you working to music.” He was more of a showtune kind of guy, but he appreciated Brandon’s taste. “You go with what you like best.”
“Then you know why I have to be there. My creative spirit depends on this concert,” Brandon said. He dried the first plate. “I need it.”
Aydin rolled his eyes and resumed washing the rest of the dishes. “Careful. If you get any more dramatic, people will think you’re auditioning for a film role or a play over at the theater.” He bumped shoulders with Brandon. “Thanks for helping me finish these.”
Brandon sighed, drawing the noise out. “I’ve got to see that band.”
“I need a plan.”
“You do.” He wouldn’t argue. Brandon was too driven.
Brandon snapped his fingers. “I’ll get your computer and mine going at the same time, and whichever one gets onto the site, plus to the ticket page first, that’s the one I’ll use.”
He rolled his shoulders to crack his spine. “What?”
“I wish you understood. Glenn Miller and Judy Garland have been dead for years. You’d never be able to see them. You don’t get how important this is,” Brandon said.
“I do understand.” Why wasn’t Brandon letting this go? “You love them. You want to see them. Do it. I don’t care.”
“You’re making light of this,” Brandon said. “For me, it’s do or die.”
“No, it’s not. You won’t drop dead if you miss the concert.” He finished washing the dishes and drained the water. “But I do get the importance. What I meant with the ‘whatever works’ comment was, do whatever you have to do in order to get those tickets–as long as it’s not illegal. I’ll help you and won’t get in the way.”
Two souls trapped—can they find freedom in each other’s arms?
Nike, the goddess of speed, can’t move. She’s the goddess of strength and she can’t shatter her curse. The goddess of victory has lost her weapons—her shield and spear. She put her faith in a human, only to be cursed. Can another human be the key to her salvation and freedom from the clay?
Charlie needs someone who can understand him. A person to cherish him. Male or female, he doesn’t care. He’s intrigued by Nike’s statue. Call him infatuated. But she’s a statue and they don’t come to life from true love’s kiss, do they?
“Andy swears it’s possible—you being alive somewhere in there.” His mascara smeared as he rubbed under his eyes. “Is it? Are you really in that rock?”
Come here and find out.
He stood, then climbed onto her pedestal. He held onto her wings, then her shoulders. “You know those wings are great, doll. If you are real, I want to know who makes them. I want a set. They’ll be great when I club. We can look like underwear models together.” He trailed his fingers down her cheek and traced her lips. “You’re beautiful. Whoever sculpted you outdid themselves.” He shrugged. “I don’t know anything about sculptures, but you’re…I don’t have words.”
No sculptor, just me.
He rested his forehead against hers. “I can almost feel your skin. It’s like there’s really skin beneath mine, but that’s not possible. You’re stone or whatever.”
His breath warmed her face and hunger shimmered in his eyes. He reminded her of Lydos, but stronger. Tingles shot through her. He could be the one. He caressed her shoulders as a lover might. Kiss me. Free me from this curse.
He leaned back for a moment, then faced her again. “This is crazy. Nuts. Bonkers.”
“If you were real, I’d kiss you all over. I’d have to taste you. Then I’d run my fingers through your hair. I’d suck on your titties until you screamed,” he murmured. “Once you’ve come at least twice, I’d sink my dick into you. I bet you’d feel like heaven.”
She wanted to kiss him and do all the things he’d mentioned. Zeus, why in the name of Hades did you have to curse me?
The man tilted his head and brushed his lips across hers. She flexed her fingers, then opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. A moan rumbled in her throat. For the first time in thousands of years, she could hear the sound. She touched his hip. Zeus, she’d done it. She’d found the person who could free her. This man had broken the curse. She wanted to memorize this moment for the rest of eternity so she could savor it later. This man made her happy, even if she barely knew him. They could have the time of their lives and would if she got her way.
First, she needed to learn the name of her savior, her beautiful hero.
Contains BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, Public Exhibition and M/F Sex
Mary Allen’s never been a guy magnet. Most men are put off by her confidence in the workplace. Not Sebastian. He kindles a passion she thought was long dead. After one scene, she’s ready to jump back into the lifestyle. But can a workplace romance really work?
Sebastian Paul came back to the Underground after time away to figure out what he wanted from his life. He can’t escape the desire or the need for the scene, but he hasn’t found his perfect sub—until he spots Mary. He never expected to see her at the club. She works with him, and although she oozes confidence, he notes her desire to submit. He wants Mary as his girl. No question. But will she want him in return?
When passion ignites, love will find a way.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking, public exhibition
He patted her ass. Damn. He hadn’t expected to find Mary when he’d come to the Underground club. She hadn’t been a member during his first run at the club. If she had, he’d have remembered her and probably already owned her. He’d dreamed about her luscious body and longed for her kiss.
But they worked together. He considered her a friend and hadn’t asked her stance on dating coworkers. Maybe he should’ve.
He shifted on the bench to watch her. He had a thing for tall women. He liked curves, but something about Mary spoke to him. “I have one request.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Yes, Sir?”
The words sounded sweet coming from her lips. “Leave your shoes on.”
“Yes, Sir.” She smiled, then stood in front of the bed.
“Tell me what you like when you’re getting yourself off.” He folded his hands over his crotch to hide his burgeoning erection. She turned him on in so many ways. He longed to taste her.
“Sir.” Her brown eyes flashed. “I will.”
She’d said she liked to be on display. Was she turned on by performing? He’d tuck that fact away for later.
“I like to be touched.” She hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic of her thong and shoved the narrow fabric down her legs. The garment landed at her feet. “I prefer being blindfolded, but when I touch myself, I don’t want any barriers.”
Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?
Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good.
“You control everything,” she blurted. Her cheeks reddened, and she bowed her head. “Sorry. But you do.”
“Actually, you do. When we play, you’re the one in control. You say stop or slow, and I follow. I push you, but you tell me when you’re done. I’ll encourage you to stretch your boundaries, but only because I want to make you fly.” He pushed the cooling coffee to the side. “If you say no, then I respect your decision.”
“You expect me to kneel.” She flattened her palms on the table. “Like that last time.”
“I wanted to show off my beautiful woman. If you’d have said no before we left the private area, I would’ve stayed out of the main room.” He leveled his gaze at her. “I expect a partner. You were my best partner.” He hadn’t taught her very well if she thought she was second rate. When they played again—and they would be—he’d show her what he meant.
“You have one. A partner. I saw the demonstration,” she said. “You replaced me.”
“Slow down.” He hadn’t known she was at the club when he’d done the demonstration or he would’ve plucked her from the audience. “Which demo?”
“There’s more than one?”
“I don’t have a permanent sub, so I’m expected to do demonstrations for visitors, for the videos … for people who want to play the voyeur. That’s part of my job at the club.” Not his favorite part and he couldn’t wait to pass the torch to someone else, but he’d tell her that later. She managed to aggravate him like no other. He wanted to stretch her ass across his lap and spank the sass out of her. Then he wanted to kiss her until she collapsed. He wasn’t one to settle down, but she made him think twice. In her own way, she’d broken him.
“I thought we had something.” She turned her cup around. “Now I understand I was just another client.”
“I never said that. Never thought it,” he said. She’d been special from the start. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she moaned during a scene, the flicker in her eyes just before she came…
“Then why replace me? Why not tell me how you felt?” she asked. “Or have you come to this realization now that we’re not at the club?”
“First, I didn’t replace you. I don’t have any one sub I play with. The girls in the video are one and done. No sex, just demonstration and go. I haven’t found anyone who can fill your place. I’ve had a couple offers, but they aren’t you.” They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public, but she needed reassurance. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”