far from normal, and Brad has plans that could change both their lives - if only he can convince Alexis to come along for the ride.
Extract:
"What do you think?" he asked at the end, his dark blue eyes piercing mine.
"It's a bit spooky without people," I said, and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a surprising low, belly laugh.
A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and muscular, his lips thin and delicate.
He took the folder and bag from my hands, and placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he asked, tilting his head.
I gulped and wondered what to say. My work was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?
His hands were on my face now, tilting my head back so that I met his eyes.
"There's something about you," he growled, "I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."
I felt one hand leave my face and slowly travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to wonder if this was all real.
As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine, his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of him…
Wait, what am I doing?
The thought hit me suddenly, and I wondered why I trusted this man. I should just scream and run out of here.
His fingers started to toy with my nipple, quickly making it stand up and strain against my lace bra. His lips left mine and began to chew my ear, nibbling at the soft flesh and licking the sensitive skin just below my earlobes. I felt his hand slide across to my other breast…
I hadn't realized we'd been moving, but now I felt myself pushed down onto one of the low tables. My brain tried to flicker to attention one final time: this is your last chance , it said.
I tried to lift myself up and push him off me, but his hands felt heavy on my shoulders. He began to kiss my neck, my skin burning wherever his lips touched me. He undid my buttons as he moved downwards, trailing his lips along as he parted the shirt. When he got to my navel, the shirt was gaping open, revealing my lace bra, my nipples visible through the thin fabric.
He raised his head and stared into my eyes, "You can leave if you really want to."
I felt sparks fly along my spine as our eyes met. My answer was obvious as both of us felt the electricity, and he ran his hand down my skirt. The hand retraced its movements, this time pulling my skirt up till it was hitched around my waist.
His fingers trailed along my inner thigh, setting my skin on fire, till they found my moist panties. His hand pressed down, and I moaned out loud, aching for more.
Extract From " Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive "
Description:
Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.
At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…
Extract:
His face was inches from mine and he said softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking."
He leaned back and suddenly the words came rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…
My breath quickened, but I pushed those thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white
Extract:
"What do you think?" he asked at the end, his dark blue eyes piercing mine.
"It's a bit spooky without people," I said, and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a surprising low, belly laugh.
A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and muscular, his lips thin and delicate.
He took the folder and bag from my hands, and placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he asked, tilting his head.
I gulped and wondered what to say. My work was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?
His hands were on my face now, tilting my head back so that I met his eyes.
"There's something about you," he growled, "I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."
I felt one hand leave my face and slowly travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to wonder if this was all real.
As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine, his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of him…
Wait, what am I doing?
The thought hit me suddenly, and I wondered why I trusted this man. I should just scream and run out of here.
His fingers started to toy with my nipple, quickly making it stand up and strain against my lace bra. His lips left mine and began to chew my ear, nibbling at the soft flesh and licking the sensitive skin just below my earlobes. I felt his hand slide across to my other breast…
I hadn't realized we'd been moving, but now I felt myself pushed down onto one of the low tables. My brain tried to flicker to attention one final time: this is your last chance , it said.
I tried to lift myself up and push him off me, but his hands felt heavy on my shoulders. He began to kiss my neck, my skin burning wherever his lips touched me. He undid my buttons as he moved downwards, trailing his lips along as he parted the shirt. When he got to my navel, the shirt was gaping open, revealing my lace bra, my nipples visible through the thin fabric.
He raised his head and stared into my eyes, "You can leave if you really want to."
I felt sparks fly along my spine as our eyes met. My answer was obvious as both of us felt the electricity, and he ran his hand down my skirt. The hand retraced its movements, this time pulling my skirt up till it was hitched around my waist.
His fingers trailed along my inner thigh, setting my skin on fire, till they found my moist panties. His hand pressed down, and I moaned out loud, aching for more.
Extract From " Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive "
Description:
Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.
At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…
Extract:
His face was inches from mine and he said softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking."
He leaned back and suddenly the words came rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…
My breath quickened, but I pushed those thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white
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