Can two wrongs make a right?
Nadia's happy home became a prison when a tragedy ended her marriage to the man of her dreams. Six months after he left, she's still wearing his ring and can't seem to get over him. All she wants is to forget, to encounter a complete stranger who can arouse her to the point of complete abandon.
When a handsome customer at work proposes a night of passion, Nadia battles with the choice to give in or walk away. But his playful teasing is too difficult to ignore. When desire and emotion collide, she realizes she's not the only one in pain, and not the only one living with past hurts. Can a single night of sexual awakening heal them both?
Be Warned: anal sex, public exhibition
"Tell me this is what you want." He kissed her collarbone as his hands dipped beneath her shirt. "Tell me."
Yes, yes, she wanted him to bend her over and bury his cock inside her. She wanted him to touch her, grab her, and explore her body like a thing of wonder and amazement. But admitting it out loud was a different matter altogether. What of the consequences? There were always consequences to such things. Was a moment of pleasure worth a much longer time of pain?
"I guess I was wrong," he said and stepped away from her. "I thought you wanted me as much as I want you. But if you don't, you're free to go."
This was her out. Her chance to go home to her empty bed, her boring vibrator, and the photo of the man who left her behind. It made perfect sense for her to get in the car and leave, but her legs betrayed her. Her body was no longer loyal to her mind, and it sided with the need he instilled within her.
"Good girl." He smiled at her and the grin made her melt. "But now you must be punished for making me doubt your desire."
"Pu—Punished?" Her voice cracked on the word and she cursed herself silently for showing him just how unnerved she was.
"Yes, punished." He leaned toward her and kissed her lips, her neck, and nibbled on her ear. "You see, I originally planned to undress you, massage you, and kiss you all over until you couldn't take it anymore. But now, I think I'll change it up a bit." His hands roamed over her body, circled over her breasts, but didn't dip below her shirt.
Nadia arched her back into him, until her pelvis rubbed against his erection, but he ended the contact and stepped away. Her body was buzzing with the electrical currents of having his hands on her, and the need to feel it once more.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"Speak. Tell me you want me to touch you."
She should be turned off by the way he spoke to her, but instead, Nadia found herself complying as her nipples strained and pussy ached. "Touch me."
The man made a tsk, tsk, tsk sound and shook his head as though disappointed. "You didn't say the magic word."