SYNOPSIS
Three months.
Three months trapped on a ranch in remote Montana with my
mom’s latest husband … and his dark, brooding son.
I shouldn’t care that my new stepbrother’s talent with ropes
goes beyond lassoing stray cattle.
I shouldn’t care that his every look says he wants me … but
he’s going to fight it to the bitter end.
I shouldn’t care that as the summer rolls on, my fascination
overwhelms my better judgment and now I’m dying to call my stepbrother …
Master.
EXCERPT
“Don’t make me gag you, Emma.
Because I will,” I warned. I lowered my mouth to her ear and spoke directly
into it. “Unless you’re hoping to attract an audience.”
She didn’t respond.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure if she
breathed.
I opened my mouth, about to ask if
she was with me, but she replied, “Okay.”
Her lips skimmed my jaw as she said
the word. I don’t know if the contact was intentional, but fuck. If my cock
wasn’t already rock hard, that would’ve done it. What was it about this woman
that took so little to set me off?
Needing to assert control over the
situation, I released her nipples and skimmed my palms along her chest, up her
neck, and buried my fingers in her hair. Tugging backward, I bent and crushed
my mouth to hers again. The taste of champagne and Emma sharpened my hunger to
an almost primal ache.
Her hands, even bound, ran up and
down my chest, as though she were desperate for contact. They fumbled with the
button of my dress pants and tugged at my zipper. I should’ve stopped her, but
I wanted her hands on me, and her eagerness made this crazy stunt seem like the
best idea I’d ever had.
I lifted my lips away from hers to
urge her on. “That’s it, pet. Get my cock out. I want to feel your hands
wrapped around me.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ava enjoys naughty things. She’s
drawn to the forbidden and taboo, and writes kink that makes you think. Raised
in Idaho, Ava now lives on the East Coast with her husband, and two dogs.
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