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Blurb
The second instalment of RISQUÉ REUNIONS
Sweethearts from their schooldays and wed too young, Willa Riley and James Adams, are now separated due to marital stresses and a different vision for their future together. Some years after their split, Willa attends their school reunion, unsure how she’ll react on seeing James again, but determined not to stay away, like a coward. She’s in for a surprise though. Her formerly diffident ex husband is a transformed, self assured man who’s grown into himself and found confidence in an outdoorsy career that really suits him. Always desirable, he’s ten times as sexy in his dominant, sexually adventurous new persona, and Willa responds to him with renewed passion that astonishes and shocks her. James has the measure of her bossy personality now, and there’s sweet joy for her in the act of submission to her newly masterful husband and the way he punishes her with delicious, loving pleasure-pain.
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Excerpt
After the school reunion, Willa and James dine out. But it isn't food they're hungry for...
James narrows his eyes, and as they twinkle, I know he’s sussed me out. “Want some more?” He’s holding the wine bottle over my glass, but I know what he’s really asking.
“Yes! Yes, please!” I gush, almost the schoolgirl again, and he pours me an inch of Chardonnay, which I bring to my lips and gulp down thirstily as he laughs.
“Greedy girl…” He leans forward and his voice is low and gravelly. “But that’s all right. I’m feeling the need to spank you again, my love. And the need to play with you and touch your pussy and make you come.”
As my jaw drops, he’s suddenly on his feet, and moving round to my side of the table. “Let’s go. We can always have room service later when we’ve finished.”
The way he discreetly hustles me out of the restaurant takes my breath away, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter and wetter as we walk to the lift. Travelling upwards, he doesn’t touch me, but his eyes are on me constantly, as if monitoring my readiness. As I move restlessly, his nostrils flare as if he can smell my arousal.
When the room door closes behind us, I don’t know what to do. Me, who’s always known what to do, and what I want. But I love the sense of uncertainty, the excitement of the unknown.
“Kneel on the bed, Willa, facing the bed-head.” His voice isn’t cold or hard or bossy, just soft and shot through with real power. I hurry to obey, not stopping to ask if I should undress or anything. Clambering on the bed, I feel my heart thud, thud, thudding in my chest, and the beat of it echoes between my legs.
He moves to stand beside the bed, next to me, and I feel so wound up, so agitated I can’t even look at him. I just kneel up, eyes closed, my breath already coming in ragged gasps, and I jump a mile when he takes my jacket by the lapels and peels it off me, leaving me in my blouse and skirt. With a slow gentle stroke across my shoulders he calms me, then pushes down until I’m resting on my elbows, my back dished. My bottom is pushed up, presented to him, displayed with my skirt stretched tight across it.
“Forward, baby,” he instructs, helping me by tossing aside the mounds of pillows and edging me into position. Automatically I grab on to the brass rails and he fondles my hair approvingly. A moment later he’s fastening my wrists to the bed-head with the silk sash of my kimono, which I laid across the duvet earlier.
Involuntarily, I moan, my sex aching already, and we’ve hardly yet begun.
“Shush, Willa, you must be quiet and good.” He speaks with gentleness, but there’s steel there, and power beneath the words.
Reaching beneath me, he pushes up my blouse in a bunch above my breasts, then reaches into the cups of my bra to ease them out of it. They feel swollen and heavy, aggravated by their own weight now they’re freed from clothing and support. James’s fingertips brush each nipple lightly and I have to bite my lips to keep myself from crying out.
Watching my face in profile, James sees this, and he touches my nipples again, more lingeringly this time. He takes one between his finger and thumb, delicately twisting and forcing the suppressed cry from me. Just the way he did back in the music room. He knows my vulnerabilities now, and he’s exquisitely ruthless. He pinches again and I groan, shaking my hips.
“Would it be easier if I gagged you?”
Available from eHarlequin, Fictionwise,
Books on Board, Sony
Ebook Store, Mills
& Boon, Diesel
eBook Store, All
Romance eBooks, Portia's
Nook Store and Amazon
Kindle
Now available at Amazon Kindle UK
See also Excerpt One of SECOND TIME AROUND
Harlequin Spice Briefs
Publication Date: June 2009
ISBN: 9781426835117
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