Long for Me by Stacey Lynn
Publisher: Carina Press
Release Date: September 4th, 2017
Synopsis:
My boss already controls my days; do I want to give him my nights, as well?
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.
Excerpt:
“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.”
About the Author
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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