***NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18.***
Trisha, a recent divorcee, wants to explore the wilder side of sex and discover a more sensuous part of herself. When long-time client Zach Walters suggests a weekend together, she agrees. He provides her with an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex, while unbeknownst to either of them the tryst is being recorded.
No woman has ever excited Zach Wallace like Trisha. He’s willing to indulge his fantasies as well as hers, but he can’t afford to get too close. He has a weakness for damsels in distress and a secret to protect. Only one thing threatens their happiness—a vengeful ex-husband.
the knob, but paused. “I have one rule.” His gaze never left her face.
Trisha met his hungry stare, her lips parting. “What’s that?”
“I don’t share.”
A thrill rippled through her body at the possessive note in his deep, rasping voice.
“Me either.”
“You can still walk away.”
Walk away? Was he nuts? She’d waited months for this moment, for freedom. Still, as his eyes raked
over her body, waiting for her decision, a tiny seed of doubt wiggled in the back of her mind. She
squared her shoulders. Nope. She wasn’t going home until she knew what made her eyes roll to the
back of her head and she wanted him to show her.
“I’m not...”
He shouldered open the door and dragged her to him. The cool kiss of the textured wall greeted her
bare shoulders as his mouth, hot and demanding, found hers. She sighed against his lips, jerking his shirt
free from his waistband. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple. Fire danced through her
veins, pooled low. Her heart skipped a beat when he yanked the chiffon from her shoulders, ripping the
sheer fabric.
Lifting his head, he flashed a quick smile, his mist-gray eyes shining with heat and mischief. “I hope you
weren’t too attached to this dress.”
She didn’t care how he got her clothes off, just as long as he got them off. Her pulse raced and her
breath quickened when the thin silk of her slip followed the fate of her dress. Trisha slid her hands
beneath his shirt, his skin warm and smooth beneath her palms.
“Now what am I supposed to wear home?”
Zach grabbed her wrists, shackling them in one large hand and raising her arms above her head. She
gasped as her breasts thrust upwards, straining for attention. “We’ll worry about that later.” He dipped
his head, capturing one taut peak in his mouth.
She arched against him as desire further hardened her nipples and set her blood to simmering. His
fingers brushed the curve of her hip, before drifting lower, tracing the sensitive skin below her garter
belt.
“You’re a bit naughty, Trish,” he whispered against her mouth.
Her answering chuckle melted into a moan when his fingers stroked her damp pussy. His eyes widened
when his hand met no barrier.
“Very naughty indeed,” he murmured. He leaned away, cool air skittering across her heated flesh. “I’ve
waited so long for this.”
“Too long,” she agreed.
Pivoting, he grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. The king-size bed dominated the room and
sat in front of the mirrored doors to the closet. Artificial candlelight flickered around the room, casting
muted shadows against the wallpaper while the soft scent of jasmine wafted through the air.
Warm fuzzies squeezed her heart. Despite being a day early he had surprised her. She stepped forward,
her nylon-clad feet skimming against something cool and satiny. Rose petals trailed from the door to the
bed. She perched on the edge of the bed, too overwhelmed to speak.
When she focused on him, he watched her with a hooded expression.
“It seems like you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I get one chance to make a lasting impression.”
“Thank you.”
His eyes widened when she shoved him back on the bed and straddled his legs. The bulge grew and
hardened beneath her thigh. She worked at loosening his tie. Once unknotted, she tossed it aside and
focused on the buttons. With each button released from its mooring she revealed more of his amazing
body. She pushed the shirt aside to trace the large, colorful dragon/koi tattoo that began on his left pec
and wrapped around his bicep to disappear onto his back. Anticipation coiled in her belly. Oh how she
wanted to find out how far his tattoo went.
“You’ve tortured me enough tonight and I think it’s time you paid up,” she murmured against his lips.
She skimmed light, teasing kisses from his mouth to his jaw.
A startled gasp escaped her lips when he shifted and blanketed her body with his. He captured her
wrists in one large hand and held them above her head.
“One day, very soon, I’m going have you tied and helpless beneath me.”
She sucked in a breath, holding his gaze, unwilling to admit how much she wanted the same thing.
He traced the swell of her breasts just above the neckline of her corset. “But there is one image of you
I can’t seem to get out of my head.” He touched his lips to hers in a long, drugging kiss that left her
craving more. “Are you game?”
“I’m yours for the weekend.”
He chuckled, a smoldering look scorching her body. She responded to that look. “Oh, I like how that
sounds.”
Heat crept into her cheeks as she realized what she’d said. “I—uh, yeah.”
He nipped at her neck, even as he settled deeper into the vee of her thighs. The heavy bulge of his
erection rubbed against her core. Instinctively she raised her hips in greeting.
“I want to watch you, beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.
She stiffened. “Watch me what?”
He rolled off her and helped her to sitting. “I want to watch you climax, before I send you over the edge
again.”
About W. Lynn
W. Lynn Chantale resides in southeastern Michigan. Writing has been a passion for as long as she can remembered. Given an ultimatum of either getting published or giving up writing. W. Lynn chose to get published and has never looked back.
Married to her high school sweetheart and romantic heartthrob, they’ve been together for the last twenty years. She has a mad affinity for milk chocolate, preferably Dove chocolate truffles or the caramel-filled squares (Godiva is acceptable), and plays the bass guitar when the Muse begs for a bit of distraction.
She’s a multi-published author as well as a member of Romance Writers of America as well Greater
Detroit Romance Writers of America, Passionate Ink and Kiss of Death groups.
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