Long
for Me
by
Stacey Lynn
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: September 4th 2017
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: September 4th 2017
My boss already controls my days; do I
want to give him my nights, as well?
BLURB
Rebecca
I’ve seen what happens when you give
everything to a man. That's not what I want. I won't have my heart crushed
in anyone's fist.
Then he changed everything.
Him. Bennett Ashby. My boss.
Seeing him at Luminous, dressed in
leather pants and wielding a whip...
Do I crave this?
My mind says no, but my body is
starting to have very different ideas.
Bennett
I knew Rebecca Morales would be the
perfect assistant. That's why I hired her.
I didn't know that working with her
every day would lead to temptation—to own her, to possess her.
When she walked into Luminous, I knew I
was screwed. Dipping your pen in the company ink is never smart, but we both
agreed what happens at the club stays there.
One night and then it's back to
business tomorrow.
Except I don't want just one night with
Rebecca. I want them all.
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“You look
beautiful. For reference, though, when I have my subs kneel, they do it naked
and with their knees further apart so I can see their pussy whenever I want.”
She
jerked in response and I settled my hand on top of her head, not pushing, just
holding her steady. “And before you say anything,” I said, dropping my voice.
“You’ve pleased me Rebecca. For your sake, I’ll go slow tonight. I’m simply
letting you know my preference. But you’ve done well. Thank you for not safe
wording.”
She
shivered, goose bumps popped on her arms and I resisted the urge to dig my
fingers into her scalp. For someone so hesitant, she was awfully turned on.
“Tell me,
Rebecca.” I massaged her scalp to calm her. And to touch her. Damn I wanted my
hands on her ass. “When you’re like this at my feet, kneeling, how do you feel?”
“Not as
uncomfortable as I thought, Mr. Ashby, but still weird.”
“And if I
tell you that you here, at my feet, waiting to please me makes me hard as
cement, how does that make you feel?”
“Jesus,”
she whispered. “I don’t know.”
“Sure you
do. Tell me. Are you wet? Are you thinking about how turned on I am by this?”
Her
throaty, raw and breathless voice cracked. “Yes. Yes, I’m wet, sir.”
Sir. Holy
shit. Never had that one simple word done so much to me. It slammed into my
chest and my fingers dug into her hair like I’d been trying to resist. Hell.
This woman.
“Good
girl. Thank you for your honesty. Are you ready to continue?”
“Can I
ask—”
“We’ll do
whatever I say. That’s what will happen next.”
She
shuddered as she breathed heavily, blowing it out through her parted lips. I
wanted them wrapped around my dick, my shaft lodged deep in her throat as I
shot down deep inside of her. She was undoing me more than any woman I’d met
and we hadn’t even done anything yet.
What the
hell had I gotten myself into with her?
“I’m
ready, sir.”
Yes.
Music to my ears.
“I want
you to look at me, and tell me what you want tonight.”
She
hesitated, but lifted her head. As she did, I dropped my hand from her head to
the side of her neck. I wanted to be touching her, wanted her to feel me at
every moment of the night. My hands or my body would be touching her in some
way, shape, or form until I left. Which hopefully wouldn’t happen for hours
yet.
Heat
seared into my chest as she lifted her amber-brown eyes to mine. Something like
being branded with an iron, I assumed. It took everything in me not to jerk
back, not to show her how much her innocence affected me.
Or the
blush on her cheeks.
Or the
glint in her eyes. She was scared, but curious too, and she was curious about
something more than just submitting. She wanted something.
“What
would you like, sub?”
Nothing
like washing away the blush with the reminder of her place. I’d revel in it
later. When she was screaming my name with my fingers bringing her off, again
and again and again.
“I’m
having a hard time believing I actually get to choose.”
I could
have teased her, lightened the mood so she was fully comfortable, but I didn’t.
It was much more fun to keep her guessing.
“If you
can’t tell me what you want, I’ll decide for you, you know.”
She
glanced at the floor, lips twitching. “Figured that,” she muttered. She lifted
her head again, and gave me that burning sensation in my chest. Perhaps I
needed a doctor. A heart specialist. “I’d like a spanking, sir.”
Not what
I was expecting. Hold her hands while I fucked her, yes. Eat her out, yes.
She went
right for the gusto.
Awesome.
Because I couldn’t wait.
“Very
well.” I showed no emotion, but I couldn’t stop watching her fight a grin. If
she thought she was winning, she’d learn the truth soon. “Stand and strip. Then
show me where your room is.”
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Stacey
Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When
she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust
bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled
up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying
Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.
She
lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles
nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive
herself to the library.
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