Desire Me # 2
By: Tiffany Clare
Released Aug 4th, 2015
Avon Impulse
Blurb
He was her lover…and her employer.
From the moment Amelia Grant accepted the position of secretary to Nicholas Riley, London's most notorious businessman, she knew her life would be changed forever. For Nick didn't want just her secretarial skills…he wanted her complete surrender. And she was more than willing to give it to him, spending night after night in delicious sin. As the devastatingly insatiable Nick teaches her the ways of forbidden desire, Amelia begins to dream of a future together…
But in the light of day, sinister shadows lurk, determined to tear them apart.
Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/139108-desire-me
Excerpt
She trailed her hand over his warm body, skimming his right bicep with just the tips of her fingers, making sure to trace every line of muscle as she explored him more thoroughly than she'd ever had the chance to do.
She could do this all day, but they only had an hour before he'd have to sneak back into his room and pretend they hadn't spent the night in delicious sin.
As she grew more daring, her hand lowered to his naval, her fingers circling his toned stomach. Should she caution her actions? Wake him up and get started on the one hundred and one duties that awaited them, or . . .
Or trail her fingers lower.
Or trail her fingers lower.
Curiosity decided her next course.
With a flick of her hand, she tossed the blanket off his chest and stared in awe at the perfection of his naked body. She loved the fact that he slept au naturel, as he was a sight to behold. She gaze slid lower to see that he was aroused, and the sight had wetness slicking her thighs. She squeezed her legs together, wishing Nick's hand was buried there to ease the need building inside her.
Amelia brushed her fingers against his long, firm manhood. She could make out the dark vein running down the center of his shaft. The skin around the head was pulled back and the plum-colored head of his penis pointed right at her. Almost begging her to take it in her mouth.
His member moved, growing impossibly thicker as semen beaded at the tip. The sight fascinated her. Drew her closer. She had a sudden desire to touch that creamy drop of fluid . . . feel him like he often felt her. Taste him. She'd had the head of his penis in her mouth before, but she hadn't really known how to pleasure him.
Could she do so now?
Perhaps she could just lick him as he had licked through the folds of her sex. Would that draw more fluid from him?
Glancing up at Nick, she saw his eyes were closed, his breathing even. Turning her focus back to his penis, she lowered her hand enough to touch the wetness that had gathered at the tip. Her breath caught in her throat when his member jerked. She brushed her fingers against it again. Feeling more daring, she curled her hand around the head and squeezed it ever so slightly. Doing this excited her so much, she thought her heart might be pounding loudly enough to awaken him.
Suddenly, Nick wrapped his hand around hers. Her face burned with shame at being caught touching him while he was unaware, but under that shame there was a deep-seated desire, ready to be unleashed.
"You are awake," she said and loosened her hand, though it had nowhere to go with his grip tightening.
"Have been for a while." His voice was low and seductive, and a shiver of understanding shot straight to her core. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go.
Nick guided her hand low enough to cover the root just above his sac. He was so thick, her fingers barely curled around the base of him.
"Pull the skin forward and back." Nick's voice was hoarse.
He showed her how to increase the pressure of her hold. Watching him like this was strangely beautiful, raw, and without pretense. It was about the two of them pleasing each other and seeking their own pleasure, both at the same time. And it was about him giving in to her curiosity.
When she turned her face up to look at him, his eyes were heavy-lidded and lazily focused on her. Her heart skipped a beat and goose-bumps rose along her arms. How could he undo her with one look?
Author Bio
Deciding that life had far more to offer than a nine to five job, bickering children and housework of any kind (unless she’s on a deadline when everything is magically spotless), TIFFANY CLARE opened up her laptop to write stories she could get lost in. Tiffany writes sexy historical romances set in the Victorian era. She lives in Toronto with her husband, two kids and two dogs and you can find out more about her and her books at www.tiffanyclare.com
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