Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
But her arms were open, and he couldn’t resist the call.
He laid himself out, covering her with his body, not holding an ounce off her. She could take it. She could take him.
She wound her legs around his body, staring up at him. They were so close. He could feel her breath, her heartbeat.
“Please, Ian. I want this. I want you more than I could have imagined. Show me,” Charlie was whispering in his ear.
He could show her what it meant to want. The idea that no man before had shown this woman the extent of her sexuality, her power. He could do that for her. He could be necessary to her.
He lifted himself up slightly, hating even that small distance between them, but it was necessary because he couldn’t wait a second longer. He stared down into her eyes as he took her, slowly working his cock inside. She was tight around him, the feeling so exquisite.
“Tell me it’s too much.” He could be a lot to take.
She shook her head. “It feels so good, Master.”
It felt more than good. It was sheer perfection. Her body was silky and slick, and fit him like a glove.
The song continued and he found a rhythm, connecting to it and to her.
There wasn’t an ounce of pain in her eyes as he thrust up in her. There was wonder and joy, awakening in her eyes.
He felt that same awakening. This was new. This was something he’d never had before. This wasn’t something that took him out of himself. This was something that made him more. She made him something more.
Her nails bit into the flesh of his back, but he welcomed the tiny pain. It reminded him that she was with him.
Her whole body tensed and her face contorted as she clamped down on him. Her mouth opened and she cried out his name.
He kissed her, drinking down the sweet moans that accompanied her pleasure. And then it was his turn. He wasn’t ready for how hard the orgasm hit him. He was always in control, but this was a flash fire he couldn’t contain. It rolled over him and he clutched her, his cock pounding inside, not wanting the moment to end.
He finally fell on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, but he didn’t care. He liked being stuck to her. It felt right.
Her arms were still around him, and he could feel her kissing his shoulder and neck. “Thank you, Master. It was wonderful.”
There was nothing in her voice or actions that told him she was angling for anything beyond his affection. She was happy. He could feel it. He’d made her happy, and that did something for him.
He reluctantly shifted off her.
She rolled to her side and stared down at him as though memorizing his face. “I guess I should go.”
Yes. That was exactly what should happen, but it wasn’t going to. He was going with his instinct on this one. He wanted something for himself, and she was it. “Stay with me.”
She stilled but didn’t move away. “Do you mean it? You want me to stay for the night?”
“I want you to stay with me while we’re in Paris.” He wouldn’t think beyond that. But for a few weeks, perhaps they could find a bit of the normalcy they both craved.
Well, in between assassinations and espionage. Normal was a relative word.
“I will stay with you as long as I can, Ian.”
He didn’t correct her because this wasn’t about a Master and a sub. It was about Ian and Charlie.
She settled in against him.
As long as she could? That was all he could ask for.
2
Sweet Child o’ Mine
Sweet Child o’ Mine takes place between You Only Love Twice and Luscious.
Chapter One
Ian Taggart frowned as he looked at his childhood friend. Sullivan Roarke had grown up with Ian, Alex, and Sean. As a teen, Sully worked the same shitty jobs Ian and Alex had worked for the same shitty pay. He’d given Ian some of that pay when Ian had a hard time keeping a roof over his and Sean’s head. Sully had never asked for payback.
Until today.
“So what you’re telling me is this douchebag lets you film his life and people watch it? Like actual living people who breathe and shit.”
Alex, who was sitting beside Sully, groaned. “Ian hasn’t developed tact in the decade or so since you last saw him.”
Sully sat back with a wry smile on his face. “I wouldn’t expect him to. And we don’t call Hoover the douchebag. We like to call him the talent.”
“Which only proves you have no understanding of the word.” Tact was useless in Ian’s mind.
“Perhaps, but I’ve made a lot of money off Kendalmire’s Way,” Sully replied. “The network recently reupped us for three years. Do you have any idea how unusual that is? I’ve been in this business for a while now and this show is my goldmine. If I can get six or seven years out of this show, I’ll be set for life and I won’t have to do reality shows anymore. I’ll be able to move into scripted TV, which is where I want to be.”