The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance by Harper Miller Page B

the view. The twinkling lights of Midtown Manhattan illuminated the room through panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. Times Square sparkled in the distance as Rick fiddled with the dimmer on the wall. Softer lighting cast a smooth glow over the room. This was His playroom, where He was most Himself.
    Wow. He must really really like me.
    my gaze was fixed on the view of the city when Rick filled my line of sight.
    “We’re high enough up, but the windows are made of privacy glass.” His lip pulled up on one side to reveal a deep dimple. “In case you were uncomfortable.”
    This Man just got better and better.
    He turned and moved to the window. His muscles rippled under His clothing when He reached for the pulley to close the drapes.
    my God. This was unreal.
    “Feel free to look around,” He said from His position at the window while my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.
    “Thank You, Sir.” i could feel His eyes on me, watching my every move.
    One wall showcased a variety of floggers and paddles and chains hanging from hooks. my gaze lifted to the ceiling, where more hooks were located. This space did not belong to a Man who simply had a hobby. Rick took His play seriously. Very seriously.
    i ran my hand along the spanking bench, but my attention was on the Saint Andrew’s Cross.
    my thoughts shifted back and forth between worry and inadequacy as my eyes landed on a rattan cane leaning against the wall where the floggers were housed.
    Rick wrapped His hands around my waist, pulling me out of my thoughts by leaning His sculpted frame against my back. He was a giant compared to me. Even in these heels, Rick easily dwarfed me. They say size doesn’t matter, but with Rick, size was everything, and i felt everything pressing up against me. He ran His nose across my jaw and back again, His stubble raising goose bumps on my skin with each pass. And then His lips were on my flesh. Hot. Wet. Firm but supple.
    “I’ve finally got you where I’ve wanted you for the longest time,” He whispered just behind my ear.
    i wasn’t having an asthma attack, but i couldn’t breathe.
    Rick moaned against my neck, latching on, swirling His tongue along my skin, followed by wet, open-mouthed kisses. “I hadn’t wanted to bring a woman in here until I met you.”
    It was a miracle i was still standing because i’m pretty sure i was dreaming.
    He opened His hand wide, palming my belly and pressing me against Him even more. “I’m very serious about making you Mine, micah.”
    Arousal and terror had me trembling at Rick’s hand.
    He spun me around so we were face to face. i bit my lip, wanting to say or do something that would quiet the storm in Rick’s eyes.
    “Goddamn,” He moaned before kissing me. i’d been longing for this moment, waiting for the warmth of His mouth to stake its claim, and He delivered.
    The gentle brush of His lips against mine became more firm, more insistent. He devoured me whole. i sighed, luxuriating in the perfection of Rick’s touch. The deep flavors of the wine lingered on His tongue, making me crave more of Him. His hand held me at the top of my neck and His fingers tangled in the hair at my nape. Rick’s other hand gripped the hem of my dress. He alternated between sucking on my bottom lip and swirling His tongue around mine.
    Music and moans filled the room. Miles hit a high note and Rick pressed me harder against His hips. my hands flew to His hair and shoulder at the feel of Him; i would soon be on the verge of an orgasm if Rick kept up His taunting. How is it that a kiss could feel this good? Every bit of Him, from His tongue to His fingertips, sent tingles down my spine and made my head spin. Damn.
    Experiencing an emotional connection with someone could be scary. It was completely overwhelming, especially when the other person was doing everything in His power to make me to fall for Him. If He kept kissing me like that, Rick wouldn’t have to work too hard before i would be completely