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The things you find when you do research for your erotic romance novel.
Great news! The next installment of Linzi Basset’s Club Devil’s Cove series, Book 4, HIS DEVIL’S MERCY, is out today!
Have you met Maximilian Shaw?
Horny was putting it mildly. Max was a weakness, her body refused to give up. Her life, for one reason or another always circled back to him.
Sometimes he saved her. Sometimes she saved him.
“Whatever makes you think I’m done with you, baby?”
Max was also insatiable—a ferocious lover and a devilish Dom. Fantasy material as he was, for a lot of subs at the Club Devil’s Cove, his hungry eyes were squarely on Joanne, who wore kink like she was born for it. She brought out something in him that no one else could. Max wanted to keep her safe from the danger still looming on the horizon. But who would save her . . . from Max?
“Mercy? When it comes to you and me, there’s no mercy, luv. For neither of us.”
As the dance of passion ensues, Max and Joanne must find the trust and resilience to weather the storm headed their way. The decisions that Max makes now, will decide the difference between life and death. Will he find the strength to deliver them through the vicious spiral of lies and espionage? Or will their hopes crash and burn?
And ultimately, who will save them . . . from themselves?
Here’s a little teaser…
“Now wasn’t that refreshing, my pet?”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Joanne managed to say, still gasping.
“If you want to insult me, I expect you to do it at least correctly, sub,” Max warned.
“You, Master Jag, are a fucking asshole,” she snapped.
“You’ve always been a fast learner, my pet.” Max was in his element. He loved the way her eyes lit up with anger at him. The fact that she didn’t try and hide it, excited him to no end. It was the one thing that challenged him as a Dom—a bratty sub. It offered so many satisfying opportunities to exert his dominance.
“Are you ready for your final turn, Violet? I have a craving to hear your throaty cries fill my ears.”
“Just fucking spin the wheel, Sir asshole!”
“You might have been out of the lifestyle for a year, sub, but in here, I won’t tolerate your continued disrespect.” This time there was no mistaking the warning in his voice. Joanne stared at him, realizing just how badly she’d been behaving. She’d become so used to being the one in charge that she was on the edge of acting like a Domme herself.
“Care to try that again, Violet?”
“Please spin the wheel, Sir,” she cooed in a sugar-sweet voice.
“That’s much better,” Max chuckled dangerously and set the wheel turning. By the time it stopped, Joanne was feeling giddy. There was anticipation in the room about what was coming. When Max pulled out a short-tailed flogger from his toy bag, she knew why.
“I see you know what’s coming, luv and I’m delighted that it excites you so much.” He dragged in a deep breath with his nose tilted upward. “Ah, such an enticing aroma. Is your pussy eager to feel the sting of my flogger, my pet?”
Joanne bit her lip. She refused to respond and wished she could press her knees together to contain the lust that throbbed afresh in her loins.
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FOR SPARROW is the third book in the Dream Dominant Collection. It’s the winner of the 2017 New Apple Award in Literary Erotica, and it’s a Golden Flogger Nominee for Best BDSM book of 2018.
When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband Graham dies unexpectedly, she’s devastated. He’s the only man she’s ever loved. Just eighteen when she met him, she’s been married to him for twenty-five years. Now she’s lost her friend, her lover…and her Dominant.
But as it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped his friend and protégé in the Lifestyle, firefighter and paramedic Judd Farris, to be Jessi’s Dominant until she gets back on her feet.
Judd is determined to fulfill his promise to his friend. But it’s a damn odd arrangement—a platonic Dom/sub relationship. With her fiery auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and audacious spirit, Jessi captured his attention the first time he ever saw her. At her husband’s funeral.
A man could go to hell for the things he’s been thinking. But they’ve drawn a line, and he’s going to stick to it.
Judd’s sexy good looks and his gentle confidence aren’t lost on Jessi. She’s torn between loyalty to the man she loved, and desire for the man increasingly in her fantasies. In the letter Graham left for her, he mentioned that she might find Judd attractive. But that’s simply ridiculous. He’s five years younger than she is. He couldn’t possibly be interested in her. Could he?
Judd’s a Dom without a sub, and Jessi’s a sub without a Dom. It’s perfect for the time being. Could it be that Graham had more in mind than merely a temporary solution?
And could it all end at the hands of a madman?
Here’s a HOT teaser from FOR SPARROW.
Jessi stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. The image she saw looked tired, dark circles under listless eyes. She turned to the side, examining herself in profile. She’d probably lost weight, although she’d never step on a scale to find out.
Facing forward again, she reached up, twisting her long auburn hair into a topknot, and she turned her head this way and that. Forty-five. She didn’t look so bad, did she?
Do you suppose a man like Judd might be attracted…
Her eyes widened. Where did that thought come from? She had just been staring at her dead husband’s closet. How could she even think about…
A determined glint in her eye, she slowly removed her clothes, dropping item after item until she stood nude in the mirror. She used a tortoiseshell clip to fasten her hair up again and stood, hands on her waist, assessing what she saw. Her face was virtually unlined, only the slightest hint of laugh lines at the corners of her eyes. She traced the fingers of her right hand along her jawline. Fastidious application of sun block over the years had undoubtedly helped.
Nothing like creamy Irish skin to discourage a love of sunbathing, she considered.
Her gaze slid down from her face, skipping over her breasts to her stomach, which was amazingly flat.
Yeah, grief will do that to you. She snorted at the thought.
She skimmed further down to the V where her legs met. A light smattering of red pubic hair didn’t hide the cleft there. Judd had been insistent about her toenails. Would he think that she needed to wax, too?
Lightly, she smoothed her fingertips down her neck and hesitated briefly before bringing up her hands to cup her breasts. They’d increased over the years, from a B cup before Cara had been born, to the DDs they were now. They weren’t as high as they used to be, she noticed, hefting their weight in the mirror. She slid her hands to capture her rose-tipped nipples between her fingers, squeezing them and causing them to pebble tightly.
God, she wanted a man’s hands there. Judd’s hands. There was no sense in denying it. Not in the privacy of her bathroom, at least.
He’d given her permission for release. Once. He’d been very clear about it. She felt the need in her core.
Naked, she returned to Graham’s closet. As her Master, he’d been the keeper of their toys. Ignoring a flicker of guilt, she opened the door and pushed aside his suits and slacks. When they’d bought the house, Graham had kindly accepted the smaller of the two master closets; his was merely a rack of clothes behind a door. Jessi had been treated to the huge walk-in on the opposite wall.
But it was behind his things, on a shelf at the back, where he kept the ornate burlwood box that held their small assortment of dildos, vibrators, clamps, and other toys, and it had been Graham who had chosen what they’d use and when.
Jessi realized that part of her objection to Cara’s plan might have stemmed from the fear of her children discovering her stash of sex toys. She suppressed a smile at the picture of her daughter unearthing the box in front of her boyfriend.
It’s going to stay in my closet from now on, she thought, closing the door and placing the box on the bed. Lifting the hinged lid, she scanned the contents. The wand was always a good choice. But she craved penetration. Moving aside the wand, she selected the rabbit vibrator with its clear pink latex design. She closed the lid of the box, carried it to her closet where she placed it on a low shelf, and took the chosen vibrator into the bathroom.
Up to her neck in lavender-scented bubbles, Jessi sighed. The room was lit only by a handful of tea light candles she’d placed around the edges of the garden tub. She closed her eyes and recalled the feeling of being in Judd’s arms earlier in the day. He’d told her that he was proud of her, and that had pleased Jessi immensely.
And he’d given her permission to come. The impish sparkle in his eyes had held the promise of a skilled lover.
Her eyes popped open. Why had she thought that? Nevermind. Focus on the task at hand.
She leaned back once again, eyes closed, as she began to stroke and knead her breasts, pulling her nipples tightly, picturing lips suckling them, a tongue caressing them, as the heat built between her thighs. She slid one hand lower to stroke her needy sex, finding the sensitive nub erect with arousal. Rubbing intensely, she brought herself to the edge of orgasm, but slowed down. If she was only getting one, she was going to make it last.
Her hands retreated to her breasts again, then slowly traveled back down to her pussy, where she nearly rubbed herself to completion again. This time, she picked up the pink rabbit waiting on the edge of the tub and clicked it once. Lowering the vibrator to her clit, she gasped as her eyes rolled back with pleasure. Realizing she couldn’t hold out much longer, she slid the phallus to her sensitive entrance, pressing slowly into her core, all the while imagining Judd, holding himself over her, pushing his way into her needy space. The outer part of the dildo vibrated against her clit as she fucked herself.
“Oh, God,” she moaned softly, her moment building. “Oh, shit, holy…Judd!” Orgasm thundered over her as she gasped, her body shuddering with intense release. As her quaking subsided, she switched off the dildo, but left it in place as she floated back to earth.
Hollywood bad girl Shasta Pyke is used to getting her own way. But she’s met her match in Dominant mountain man Blake Walker. Initially, he’s not too impressed with the new VIP guest at his family’s remote guest lodge. But maybe she’s the baby girl this Daddy Dom’s been looking for.
This book, the second in the Dream Dominant Collection, is on my mind a lot these days. I’m currently writing Dream Dominant Book 4, WARRIOR MINE, which is a spin-off of LOST & BOUND.
Still a stand-alone novel, WARRIOR MINE picks up the story of Blake’s sister Jackie, and her new love interest, Blake’s friend Scott.
But today, I want to give you a snippet from LOST & BOUND.
Curiosity got the better of Shasta as the black Lincoln pulled up to the red-painted clapboard lodge. The trip down the unpaved drive from the highway had taken a good fifteen minutes. A friend of a friend of someone Eddie knew had told him about the place.
Shasta had checked it out on her phone. The website wasn’t kidding when they said ‘remote.’ The tree-shrouded driveway opened up onto a clearing to reveal the large main lodge and a sprinkling of small cabins, all painted the same warm red. A sparkling lake was visible beyond the buildings and Shasta could see a small plane at the end of a long dock.
She climbed out of the back of the car and took a few steps to stretch her legs. Still wearing the outfit she’d worn to court, she realized that stilettos were probably not the way to go on the soft ground.
Eddie looked at her across the top of the car. “Well, kiddo, are you ready?”
She flipped her red hair in annoyance and followed him up the front steps and into the two-story building.
They were greeted by a petite brunette woman with a friendly face. “Welcome! We’re so glad to have you. I’m Jackie Walker. This place has been in my family for three generations.”
Shasta shrugged noncommittally. Eddie filled in the gap. “Thank you. Shasta is understandably tired from the trip. I can take care of checking her in.”
“Of course,” Jackie replied, watching Shasta curiously. “Let’s get that squared away now.”
Shasta wandered over to a window and peeked out. “If you think I’m staying in one of these little shacks, you’re crazy.”
“Oh, no, Ms. Pyke, we have you in the island cabin. It’s very private,” Jackie assured her.
“Hmm, island cabin. That sounds more like it.” Digging into her huge black leather bag, she extracted her phone and stalked outside. It wasn’t that she was anxious to talk to anyone. She simply felt humiliated. Her life had spun so far out of her control and she felt like an errant child. She stabbed at the phone anyway, and she was irritated to find that there was no signal.
“Why can’t I get some fucking bars?” she muttered to herself, waving the device around as if she’d catch a signal if she hit just the right angle.
“You won’t find a signal. There are no towers for about a hundred miles.”
Shasta turned and glared at the source of that information. He was a good foot taller than she, with broad shoulders wrapped in some sort of flannel. He had dark brown hair with caramel highlights that glinted in the sunlight filtering through the tall pine trees, and he’d pulled it back, presumably to keep it out of his eyes, which were the most sparkling blue.
Seeing her glare, he raised both hands in mock surrender and walked away, heading for the front door of the lodge. The door opened just as he reached it.
“Oh, good, you’ve met Blake. Blake will be taking you across to your cabin.”
“Oh, good,” Shasta muttered as Eddie shot her a dirty look.
Jackie chose to ignore her sarcasm. “He’ll load your things into the boat and you can get settled.”
“Okay, kiddo, this is where I leave you.” Eddie crossed to Shasta.
“Can I speak to you for a moment?” she asked him. She took his arm and led him a few feet away. “Please,” she begged, clutching his hand, “please don’t leave me here. Don’t make me do this.”
“You’ll be fine. Look at me,” he soothed. He gently took her chin and raised her eyes. “You’ve got this. It’s just a vacation. I’ll be back to get you in no time.”
Waves of desolation washed over Shasta and she felt hot tears threatening. She pulled her sunglasses into place and cleared her throat. “Okay, fine, whatever.”
Eddie flashed his winning smile. “That’s my girl. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
Shasta fought panic, willing her breathing to return to normal as she watched the car carrying Eddie disappear down the drive. She turned to see the woman watching her curiously.
“Blake probably has your things in the boat by now. But you’re welcome to stay for supper before you go out to the island. It’s not fancy, but it’s good.” The woman smiled reassuringly.
Uncomfortable, Shasta crossed her arms in front of herself. “No, thanks, I’ll just go to my place now.”
The woman nodded. “If you just take that path, you’ll end up at the dock.” She waved to her right. “The kids and I leave for Orlando in the morning. Blake will be here to help you with anything you might need.”
Wordlessly, Shasta nodded and headed off in the direction the woman had indicated.
Blake had heard the car pull up. He dawdled, swiping at imaginary smudges on the passenger door of the de Havilland Beaver that rested at the end of the dock. He had no desire to get caught up in whatever celebrity fanfare accompanied their new guest’s arrival.
The voices faded after everyone went inside and still Blake waited a few minutes longer before making his way back up the dock toward the front of the lodge. He was surprised to see a young woman standing alone in the clearing in the center of the cabins. Her back was to him and he took a moment to watch her.
His first impression was that she was sexy as hell. Her shoulder-length hair was bright red, and expensive-looking sunglasses sat perched on top of her head. She was wearing a white halter blouse with a very short black skirt. Her high-heeled shoes were bright pink suede and they wobbled precariously as she marched around holding her mobile phone in front of her like a divining rod.
When he told her about the lack of signal, she whipped around, giving him a glare that would freeze lava. Fine, lady, have it your way, he thought.
Thankfully, Jackie came out with a smarmy-looking older guy in an expensive Italian suit. Blake busied himself retrieving a mountain of bags from the trunk of the black Lincoln. He noticed that the guest of honor grabbed the suit’s arm and pulled him off to the side for a little chat. He wondered if her tone was any friendlier with him, and he figured that it wasn’t.
He’d just finished loading all the bags into the front of the red aluminum skiff when Pink Shoes came tapping down the dock. His gaze started at the shoes and slid up shapely legs to the tight skirt and curved hips. The deep V in the halter top hinted at stellar tits and her lips were a deep red. She wore too much makeup in his estimation, but there was no denying that Shasta Pyke was hot.
“Are you ready to head over to the island?”
He watched her grip her huge black leather shoulder bag, hiking it higher up on her bare shoulder. “Um, yes, please.”
Blake wasn’t sure, but she seemed embarrassed by her earlier behavior. He offered her his hand and she took it, gingerly stepping into the boat. She sat on the center bench, facing forward, away from him, and clutching her bag like it was a life preserver.
Stay tuned for news about the release of WARRIOR MINE.
FOR SPARROW received more great news this week. Named the 2017 New Apple Medalist for Literary Erotica, it’s now also a Golden Flogger Nominee for Best BDSM Book of the Year.
The third Dream Dominant novel, it’s the story of new widow Jessi Crenshaw and her unconventional relationship with hot Dominant firefighter paramedic, Judd Farris.
When Jessi’s husband Graham dies unexpectedly, she’s shocked to find out that he made provision for her, asking his friend Judd to step in as a surrogate Dom until Jessi is back on her feet.
A platonic Dom/sub relationship is a damn odd arrangement, and they find their mutual attraction growing. Could it be that Graham had something more permanent in mind?
And could it all end at the hands of a madman?
Here’s a little snippet:
It was 9:30 on Saturday morning when Judd pulled up in front of Jessi’s house in his beat-up F-150. His main focus today was to fix the driveway gate that opened onto the street. It had apparently been rusted open for the last few years.
That was his main focus. Then there was the other thing. He rolled his eyes and tried to mentally prepare himself for Jessi’s reaction. He breathed out sharply. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered.
It was about half an hour later that Jessi glanced out her front window and noticed Judd on a ladder at the end of her driveway.
“What the…?” She marched out the front door and down the driveway.
“Excuse me,” she said, feeling like she was stuck in a time warp to the previous week. At least she hadn’t awakened on the pool deck. And a quick glance down confirmed that she was indeed dressed.
“Good morning, Jessi,” Judd answered, swinging down off the ladder. He couldn’t help noticing that she looked much more put together today, dressed in a green sleeveless top and jeans that fit oh, so right, her auburn hair shining in the sun. “It’s a beautiful day. You look nice, all dressed and everything.” He grinned at her.
“Yes, well, be that as it may,” she said blushing. “Is this supposed to be an ‘every Saturday’ kind of thing?”
“No, not every Saturday.” He shook his head. “I’m working next Saturday so I’ll be here on Friday next week.”
Jessi crossed her arms in front of her. “Look. Judd. I don’t mean to seem ungrateful. But I’m just not comfortable with you being over here, working on my property like this.”
He squinted at her thoughtfully. “Not comfortable. Why not?”
His question surprised her. “Well…just…because,” she spluttered.
His grin was accompanied by a twinkle of amusement in his brown eyes. “No worries, Jessi. I’ll be finished with your gate soon.” As he turned to climb the ladder again, there was a small yipping sound from around the hedge.
Curious, Jessi moved closer. In a small grey plastic corral made of some kind of toddler barrier, a brown and white puppy with long floppy ears looked up at Jessi, tail wagging furiously.
“Well, hello there, cutie,” she said. Glancing up at Judd she said, “You brought your dog?”
Judd climbed back down again. “It’s kind of complicated,” he said. He reached in and lifted the puppy out of the corral, cradling him in his arms. “Look at this face,” he cooed to the puppy.
He turned to Jessi. “A friend of mine called me from the animal shelter, said they had a litter of beagle puppies that needed homes. When I got down there, this little guy was the only one left. If I didn’t take him, they were going to have to put him down.”
Jessi looked at him, aghast. “I know,” he agreed to her silent protest. “I had to take him. The only thing is,” he looked at her with soft brown eyes, “I work twenty-four hour shifts at the station, sometimes back to back. I can’t take care of a puppy.”
“At the station?”
“Fire station. I’m a paramedic.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“Anyway, I was sort of hoping…” He looked at her meaningfully.
Jessi raised a hand in front of her. “Oh, no, no way. I can’t have a puppy.”
Friendly smile in place, he handed off the puppy to her quickly and went back up the ladder. “Why not?”
She hugged the dog to her chest and swayed as if he were an infant. “Well, just…I can’t, that’s all.”
“Why not? You work regular hours, right? You have enough room for him.” Judd glanced down at her. “If you can’t, I’ll have to take him back to the shelter and they’ll put him down.”
Jessi looked back down at the puppy and he licked her chin. “Well, nobody’s going to put you down. He can stay.” She looked back up at Judd. “For now. But remember, he’s yours. What’s his name, anyway?”
Judd grinned. “Buddy. His name is Buddy.”
“Well come on, Buddy. Let’s see if we can find you something to eat,” Jessi cooed as she made her way back into the house.
“I’ve got some puppy kibble in my truck. I’ll bring it to your door when I finish with the gate.” Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her walk away making baby talk to the puppy.
He laughed to himself. That was not as hard as I thought it would be.
Title: Unorthodox Chemistry
Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2
Author: Lilah E. Noir
Release Date: February 18th, 2018
He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.
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I pressed her cheek against the hard, metal door and whispered in her ear, “Remember, Lina, you’re the one who came here tonight. You were the last person I expected to see here.” My lips brushed against her sensitive earlobe. She shuddered at the contact. Her eyelids fluttered and she shut them tight. “You must’ve known I wouldn’t miss Allie’s birthday. Don’t play innocent… I know exactly what you’re doing.”
“The world doesn’t revolve around you,” she hissed and tried to hide her face.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I said softly and ran my free hand down her spine. I traced its curve with my fingertips, found her weak spot, right below the base of her neck, and caressed it with my lips. When she stood still and closed her eyes, I raised a palm and landed it on her ass. It wasn’t the strongest smack she’d ever received from me. The dress protected her bottom so my palm probably didn’t even leave a mark.
Still, she snapped her eyes open and turned to me. She had her ferocious mask back on, without a trace of vulnerability.
“What do you want from me?” The hard notes in her voice shot at me like bullets.
“Me?” I chuckled and took her by the wrists. “I’m the one who should ask that question because I suspect you don’t have the slightest clue what you want, Miss Riley.”
“Let me go.” Weakness crept back into her tone. “I can’t think when you pin me down.”
“Maybe it’ll do you good not to think. Maybe then you’ll be sincere.”
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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
I’d never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I’m at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he’ll unleash on me.
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I’d use every trick I had to claim her as mine.
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After some hesitation, I gathered my hair and stared at him with nervous expectation. He smiled warmly and placed the leather against the front of my neck. Powerful shivers went through me as his deft fingers clasped the metal buckle from behind and fastened the collar around my neck. It was wrong on so many levels, such a symbolic act of dehumanization. So why did my pulse race with excitement? At that moment, another, more powerful, awareness stood side by side with the excitement taking control of my mind. Pride and intimacy. As if I truly was a treasured, protected pet who could put her trust and submission in the person holding the leash. Complicated emotions overpowered any resistance in my brain and a lump got stuck in my throat.
Thomas slid his fingers down the inner sides of my wrists. Then he gently pulled them away, letting my hair cascade down my back. He picked up the leather extension of the collar and moved one step back to look at me.
“You look great like this, boss. Consider it part of your uniform while you’re here with me.” When I squirmed with slight discomfort, he tugged on the leather and chuckled. “I know you like it. I saw how your eyes lit up.”
I did. I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?
I hadn’t realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,
“There’s no need to say anything, Lina. You’ll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”
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Red-haired Petey Cavanaugh is a sculptor who welds steel and glass creations. A young widow, she lives on her in-laws’ sheep ranch in Montana where she helps out during the day, working on her art at night.
Looking to raise money to expand the ranch’s business, she gratefully accepts her art school roommate’s offer of a gallery show in Manhattan. It’s been years since she was in the city, and she’s happy to visit her old friend.
Nik is in New York on business. He’s been traveling for nearly a month, enduring endless meetings, attending obligatory dinners, and battling jet-lag. On his way to yet another business dinner, his world collides with Petey’s one rainy Manhattan night.
Their mutual attraction is immediate, but Nik’s skeptical. Could it possibly be that this gorgeous, enchanting artist has no idea that he’s Europe’s most eligible prince?
Spending time with Petey is Nik’s first-ever taste of ordinary. What will happen when she finds out the truth?
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He pulled her closer, gently running his thumb across her lips. “So pretty,” he breathed before plunging his mouth to hers. She responded to his fervor, reaching to stroke his cheek, to tangle her fingers in the hair behind his ears.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her astride his lap, never breaking their kiss. Gripping her ass, he pulled her closer, aware of his burgeoning erection. She rested her hands on his shoulders, grinding against him as she deepened the kiss.
The car stopped and the driver cleared his throat. “We’re here, sir.”
Breathless, they froze. In a husky voice, she said, “Do you want to come in?”
Eyes locked on hers, he nodded. “Yes. I would definitely like to come in.”
When the car door was opened, Petey stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of Jules’ apartment. Nik followed, murmuring something Petey didn’t catch to the driver, who nodded, closed the door, and returned to the driver’s seat. Petey looked to Nik questioningly.
“I told him I’d call when I’m ready to return to the hotel.”
Together, they made their way up the steps to the front door. Nik paused, putting a hand on Petey’s shoulder. “I don’t have…“ He raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t have the thought that I’d need…“
Petey’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she said, as she got his meaning.
He hooked a thumb in the direction of the car. “I could have Lars go—“
“God, no!” she exclaimed, mortified. “I’m sure Jules will have condoms.”
Red-faced, she unlocked the front door and let them into the entry. Taking his hand, she led him to the steps he’d climbed earlier in the evening. Four flights of stairs later at Jules’s apartment, she glanced up at him, blushing again as she unlocked the door and they quietly went inside.
A small lamp in the far corner and the light over the stove prevented the living room from being completely dark. Glancing around as she closed the door, she saw Jules’ black overcoat hanging over the arm of a chair in the living room, and her bedroom door was closed. Jules is home, she thought.
She turned to Nik, who took her hand and drew her closer, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
“Would you like some wine?” she whispered.
He nodded, so she carefully set her bag in the chair by Jules’ coat and crossed to the small refrigerator. She took out a nearly full bottle of sauvignon blanc, and retrieved a pair of wine glassed from the cupboard over the fridge. These she handed to Nik, nodding to the black iron spiral staircase. “Go ahead upstairs,” she whispered. “I’ll find the…” She raised her eyebrows and nodded toward the bathroom.
Taking the wine and glasses, he kissed her again and softly padded up the stairs.
When she heard his footfalls on the loft above, Petey slipped off her ankle boots and tiptoed to the bathroom. Gingerly, she opened the door to the medicine cabinet, but didn’t see what she was looking for. Squatting, she opened the cabinet beneath the sink and frantically sorted through the various items there, with no luck.
“Shit!” She wondered if she should have let Nik ask the driver to go to the 24-hour pharmacy down the street after all.
Petey froze. She heard it again.
Peeking out the bathroom door, she saw that Jules’ bedroom door was cracked open and an extended hand proffered a box of condoms.
Petey took the box, scanning it quickly. “Magnum? Seriously?” she whispered.
Jules lifted her upturned palm in a one-handed gesture.
“Thanks!” Petey whispered.
Jules formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger, flashing the ‘okay’ signal, then quietly closed her door.
Breathing out nervously, Petey made her way back to the spiral staircase.
Wine and glasses in hand, Nik reached the top of the stairs and paused, taking in the scene. The room was small, dominated by a king-sized bed covered with a white duvet. A steel-grey velvet-upholstered headboard rested against a white wall, a gold-framed pair of botanical prints hanging over the bed. Opposite the bed was a wall of white shelves, housing hundreds of books and the occasional objet d’art.
But he was drawn to the wall of glass beside him. He let himself out onto the wooden deck, set the wine on a tiny bistro table, and crossed to the far side where a steel railing guarded the edge of the outdoor space. He peered down at the street four floors below. At this time of night, all was quiet in the residential neighborhood. He knew from experience that the neighborhood around the Plaza was busy day and night. He hadn’t thought to find such a quiet space within the city.
He turned to look back at the apartment, where he saw Petey reach the top of the stairs, her gorgeous red hair reflecting the moonlight shining in through the skylight. He smiled as he watched her pause, looking around the room in puzzlement. Then she turned and met his eyes, smiling in relief.
“Hello,” she said as she let herself out onto the deck. “I wondered where you’d gone.”
Nik approached her, gesturing to the table. “I couldn’t resist this lovely terrace. It’s still such a beautiful night.” He poured wine for both of them.
Petey accepted the glass he offered her, and they both sipped quietly. She glanced at him shyly. “I, um, found what I was looking for,” she said.
“Did you?” he smiled. “No sending Lars to the chemist?”
She shook her head. “No, we’re good to go.”
Nik stepped closer, wrapping his free arm around her waist and pressing his lips to hers. She tasted of wine and desire.
Petey took a step back, taking his free hand. “Let’s go inside.”
Taking their glasses with them, they returned inside to the bedroom. Nik noticed the box she’d left on the bedside table. They were, indeed, all systems go.
Petey set her wine glass on the table beside the box of condoms and took his glass, too. She pressed her body to his, reaching up to grip his shoulders. He leaned down to meet her, and she hungrily claimed his lips, her intensity surprising him. Then he tightened his arms around her, meeting her heat with his own. His erection pressed into her belly, and he slid his hands down to grip her firm ass.
She broke the kiss to trail light nips along his jaw line, then down his neck to his collarbone. Stepping back, she looked up with a gleam in her eye, and began to loosen his tie.
Nik smiled indulgently as she draped the tie on a chair beside them, before going to work on his shirt. As she exposed his chest, she kissed her way to each succeeding button, while sliding her hand down to the front of his trousers, where she massaged his iron shaft.
When his shirt was unbuttoned, she lightly kissed her way down the happy trail that disappeared at this waistband. Nik heard a groan and realized that it had come from himself.
She slid the shirt from his shoulders and was momentarily foiled when the sleeves were caught at his wrists. Fumbling, she discovered and unfastened platinum cuff links, placing them carefully on the bedside table. “Oops,” she giggled softly.
Nik chuckled too, pulling her to him and kissing her again. He reached down, grasping the hem of her dress, and slid it up, breaking his kiss to pull it over her head. Beneath the dress was a matching bra and panty set of silver lace. As he slid his gaze over her appreciatively, she did a slow twirl to show off the thong.
“Utterly breathtaking,” he murmured.
She smiled sheepishly. “This was part of what Colin sent.”
“I wholeheartedly approve,” he nodded. “I will definitely have him send more.”
She turned, sending a smoldering look over her shoulder, as she reached behind her to unhook the bra, allowing it to slide to the floor. Slowly, she turned back to face him. Through the skylights, the moon bathed her breasts in silver light. Her nipples were tight pink points, and whether from the coolness of the evening or from arousal, he couldn’t say. For the moment, he simply stared. “You’re so beautiful.”
Reaching slowly, he cupped her breasts, brushing the erect nibs with his thumbs. He earned a whimper which he muffled with another deep, languid kiss. Slowly, he moved them both, gently laying her across the bed. He lowered himself over her, capturing her lips with his for another brief kiss before wandering lower, unable to resist the temptation of her tight points.
She arched into him as he suckled, lavishing her peaks with his tongue. As he did, he slid his hand slowly up the inside of her thigh to her sex, cupping it, feeling heat rising from there. He pressed down with the heel of his hand and Petey gasped, arching once again. Emboldened by her responsiveness, he pulled aside the grey lace thong and massaged her pussy for a moment before sliding a pair of fingers between her slippery folds.
“Oh, God,” she gasped.
He continued to finger her for a few moments before he withdrew his digits, popping them into his mouth, his stormy blue eyes smoldering. “Du smager så godt,” he murmured. “You taste so good.”
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