The moment I walked through his door, I was already conquered.
When Leo Grayson mistook me for a maid hired to clean his luxurious estate and I decided to play along, my plan wasn’t to end up bent over his desk as he takes off his belt to punish me.
I came here to track down a killer, not to fall in love with the man I suspect might be one.
But I can’t help myself.
Just the scent of this infuriatingly sexy bastard leaves my heart racing, my panties soaked, and my traitorous body primed and ready for whatever he has in mind, no matter how shameful.
I’m afraid of what he might do to me, but I’m terrified of what I’ll beg him to do to me.
Author: Tessa Morgan
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 55,000 words
Excerpt
“Hold still,” I command. “And open those legs of yours.”
She obeys me instantly, parting her thighs and keeping her cunt perfectly poised. Slick arousal drips from her pussy as she waits for me to fuck her.
I give her breast another rough squeeze as I shove my fingers knuckle deep inside her clenching pussy. Other than a gasp, she doesn’t move.
“Good girl,” I murmur, pulling my fingers out of her before thrusting them back in. “Does that feel nice?”
Her jaw tightens before she lets out a breathless, “Yes.”
“And this?” I slide my thumb up between her ass cheeks, gliding over her tight hole.
“No!” She tries to move away from my finger, but when I bring down my other hand in a stinging slap, she stops.
“No more lies, Hannah.” I stroke her asshole with my thumb, still slick from being buried in her wet pussy. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
Her groan would have been answer enough if she hadn’t just lied to me.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “It feels fucking good, okay?”
“Watch your mouth,” I growl, pressing my thumb against that tight circle of muscle. “I could make this hurt if I wanted.”
She lets out a little whimper, biting down on her lower lip. “Sorry.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
My cock throbs angrily against her hand. I think she’s forgotten about holding me, but when I shove my fingers deep into her pussy again, keeping a hard pressure on her asshole, she gives me a painful squeeze.
Again. Again.
I fuck her pussy roughly with my fingers, feeling her stretch to accommodate me, all the while my thumb keeps a steady pressure on her asshole.
When I dig my hand between us and touch her clit, she goes rigid. “Yes!”
“Do you think you’ve been good enough to come?” I ask her quietly.
“Yes, please, Sir. I have. Oh, God.” She bucks against my hand, and I pull my hand away, tutting her.
“Bad girl.”
She whimpers, sending a petulant scowl my way. “Please, Leo.”
That gets her a ringing slap to her clit. She sways, looking about to pass out, so I shove my fingers into her pussy again to rouse her. I pulse my thumb against her asshole, keeping a perfect rhythm with my fingers.
“Yes, yes! Oh, God…”
I wait for her climax to wash over her before pressing the tip of my thumb into her ass. She yells out, holding onto my cock as she rides out her orgasm.
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