For His Lust (Love And Submission Series #2)
Savannah and Claire are no longer on speaking terms, what can Savannah do to make Claire see things her way? Things heat up when Savannah finally meets her mystery man. She's overcome with a multitude of new thoughts, feelings and emotions regarding Marshall and his past. He's every woman's dream, handsome, sexy, caring, sensitive, and not to mention successful... and very very wealthy. More
Savannah and Claire are no longer on speaking terms, what can Savannah do to make Claire see things her way? Things heat up when Savannah finally meets her mystery man. She's overcome with a multitude of new thoughts, feelings and emotions regarding Marshall and his past. He's every woman's dream, handsome, sexy, caring, sensitive, and not to mention successful... and very very wealthy.
Read on for a small taste of this Steamy Erotic Romance:
“How’s this,” Marshall said, “I’ll tell you what’s in the drink when you tell me your name.”
“Hmm...” Savannah considered his proposition, “Maybe it’s better that we keep our secrets to ourselves.”
“Does that mean that I don’t get to find out what’s under that coat?” Marshall asked, sipping his cocktail. His lips lingered on the edge of his glass, and Savannah wished to feel them close around her clit. She swallowed, hard, amazed at how forcefully she wanted this man she’d never met before.
“I don’t usually do things like this,” Savannah said, setting her glass on a side table and loosening the belt of her coat.
“Bullshit,” Marshall smiled. Placing his glass beside her’s, he knocked Savannah’s hands away from her belt and scooped her up into his arms, surprising her. “You’re practically pocket-sized aren’t you?”
This close, Savannah could feel the heat of Marshall’s body. Though she’d only had a few sips of her drink, she felt absolutely drunk off of their sheer proximity.
“Where’re we going?” she asked dizzily.
“I’m going to interview you, remember?” he said, “I hope you won’t be offended if some of the questions get a little personal.
Savannah shook her head, stunned. Marshall carried her through the apartment, into what she presumed was the bedroom. There was a king-sized canopy bed at the center of the room, which was furnished lusciously. She gazed around in amazement as Marshall lay her out on the bed. He stood up, taking in the view of her lying prone before him, waiting.
“First question,” he said, “Do you mind being tied up?”
Savannah felt herself become wet at the idea of it. She shook her head. Marshall tucked under the bed and produced a length of rope. He leaned over Savannah and tied her arms masterfully, and as he pressed against her she could feel his dick hard against her thigh. When her arms were tied over her head, Marshall ran his hands along the sides of her body. He drank in the sight of her, groaning softly as he wrapped his large hands around her tiny ribcage.
Marshall looked Savannah in the eye, and she felt as though she could drown in his gaze. She hardly noticed as he moved his hand between her legs. He ran his fingers along her inner thighs, and his eyes widened in delight as he realized that her panties we crotchless.