her lover…and her employer.
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
determined to tear them apart.
November 3rd 2015
Desire Me Always (Desire Me, #3)
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.
he'd have to sneak back into his room and pretend they
hadn't spent the night in delicious sin.
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.
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.
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.
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.
folds of her sex. Would that draw more fluid from him?
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.
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.
had nowhere to go with his grip tightening.
and a shiver of understanding shot straight to her core.
He wanted to see how far she was willing to go.
above his sac. He was so thick, her fingers barely curled
around the base of him.
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
heavy-lidded and lazily focused on her. Her heart skipped a
beat and goose-bumps rose along her arms. How could he
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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