To you, my name will always be Sir.
“I want him.
It infects every subconscious thought I have. Those two pale blue eyes, gazing down on me with desire. The feel of his hands wandering over my curves. The taste of his lips. The mint on his breath.”
Amy Underwood can't seem to get over her scene with the gorgeous, blue-eyed Dominant at Flesh. While her thoughts linger on her wild weekend though, life continues on as normal. She has a job to do, and that involves convincing a very high-profile client that her company's services outmatch the competition. That's easier said than done when her mind is so distracted, and she's beginning to realize that everything she thought she wanted might not be what she needs.
Heat level: Spicy!
This is the second installment in an episodic series.
This series has over 500 five-star reviews. Many of the installments have been in the top 200 of the overall Amazon US store. Some have reached #1 in their genre category.
I want him.
It infects every subconscious thought I have. Those two pale blue eyes, gazing down on me with desire. The feel of his hands wandering over my curves. The taste of his lips. The mint on his breath.
We're together in my dreams, not Dominant and submissive, but lovers. He grinds on top of me, his fingers threaded with mine, holding me down as he makes loves to me as if he's reading my mind—knows exactly what my body needs, how to angle his hips, how deeply to thrust inside, how quickly he needs to move to make me orgasm. It has to be a dream, because no one is this perfect.
And when I wake up, I realize that it was a dream. My eyes flutter open, and the image of his face fades. My hormones calm down, and the lingering phantom sensation of him between my legs subsides as I realize that I've woken up alone. Then a wave of sadness washes over me, because I always wake up alone.
He's not real. At least, my idea of him isn't real. I can have him again, but I have to pay a price. And he'll never really belong to me.
If I go back to Flesh—if I see him again—he'll become an addiction. No better than drugs or alcohol or anything else bad. While I'm with him, I'll ride that sexual high that only he can provide. But when it's all over, when I'm alone and in my bed like I am now, all I'll feel is regret. All I'll think about is how pathetic it is that I have to pay a man to pleasure me.
I had my fun with him. My thirty minutes of experiencing the BDSM lifestyle are over. Been there, done that, didn't get the T-shirt.
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German
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Already translated.
Translated by Lena Maurer
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Roberta Pet
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