STORY EXCERPT

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. Some women found his stature and size off-putting. But she put her hand in his and smiled. “Hello, I’m Tracey Brennan.”

“Brandon Kauri,” he replied as he listened to the musical beat and eased her back into the rhythm of the dance.

Her hold on his hand and shoulder was confident, and her face lit up as he moved along with her in the sweeping turns. “You know how to samba.”

“I do. You dance well.”

“I took up ballroom dancing in college to stay in shape and have fun. You must’ve taken lessons. You’re quite smooth.” He noted the happy twinkle in her eyes as her stride lengthened to match his.

“Thanks. My mother and aunts taught me when I was growing up.” He took her hands and spun her and then turned with her, a little mesmerized by the way she flexed her hips and moved so naturally to the beat with him, voluptuous perfection in his arms.

“They were excellent teachers,” she said before twining her arms with his and moving forward in the dance steps. “How do you know Erin, Luka, and Matthias?”

“I’m friends with Grace and her men and with Joseph Hazelle and his wife, Bunny.”

Her eyes lit up. “Grace is the sweetest,” she said as she tilted her head across the dance floor, where Adam was dancing the samba with his wife. Grace’s eyes sparkled when she looked their way, as if she was having the time of her life, wrapped up in her husband’s arms. “And you’re friends with Joseph Hazelle?”

Brandon nodded, trying to gauge what she was thinking by her expression, but she was giving nothing away. “Do you know him?”

“I haven’t met him,” she said as she glanced over his shoulder. “But I know of him through Grace and a little about his wife. She looks as if she’s loads of fun, seriously.”

“She is. I could introduce you to them, if you’d like?”

Tracey raised her dark, arched eyebrow and then whispered as she drew close in the dance. “Does he really own a BDSM club in Morehead?”

Holding back a chuckle, he said, “I’ll let you ask him when I introduce you.”

She laughed out loud. “I’ll take that as a yes. So, does that mean—”

“I’m a club member?” he cut in, not willing to have the Dom conversation with someone he’d only just met. “Yes, I am.”

Brandon steered the conversation to safer small talk as they moved in the dance, taking the steps as if they’d danced together before and not for the first time.

 The dance would end eventually, and her partner would want her back, so he took his chance. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you earlier.”

“Thanks.” Though it was kind, her smile didn’t reach her eyes that time. Maybe compliments were difficult for her, as they were for many curvy women. Statuesque at probably five-ten, she’d been the same height as her date, while he towered over her at six-three.

“I’m sincere in the compliment. I’d like to get to know you better. Would you go out with me?”

A trace of a frown flickered in her arched brows as she glanced up at him and missed a step in the dance before regaining her rhythm. “I’m here with a date.”

“Only a date or a boyfriend? Grace tells me he’s a co-worker.”

She firmed her lips but then chuckled. “That Grace. Always matchmaking. Yes, he’s a co-worker but not for long. He’s taken another job elsewhere, which is the only reason I invited him as my plus-one. I have a strict policy—”

“Of not dating co-workers or patients. She told me. I’m neither, nor am I going anywhere.”

“Well, I…You really don’t want—”

“To go out with you? Yes, I most certainly do.”

That dark brow arched again. “Do you always interrupt?” Her tone hinted at a steeliness he respected.

She turned in his arms and clasped his hands again with the dance, moving in sync with him until she turned and brushed against his chest, sending a tingle of awareness all through him. Judging by her soft gasp and the blush blooming in her cheeks, the contact had affected her, too.

“Sorry, I’m also a lawyer. When I see something I want, I go for it.”

“Something? And you’re a lawyer?” she added, her brows furrowing a little.

“Yes—”

The tap-tap-tap on his shoulder signaled the return of her partner, evidently suspecting he was about to lose his date. He was, if Brandon had his way.

But she smiled guardedly at Brandon and said, “Thanks for the dance,” and moved on with her date. He nodded, not deterred in the least.

ADULT EXCERPT

Brandon’s heart pounded, his pulse echoing in his painfully hard cock, as he walked with Tracey along the corridor on the third floor. The stairs had taken willpower, but he hadn’t rushed her steps as anticipation coiled in his core. She drew a shaky breath as she glanced up at him. Her hand was warm in his, her eyes dilated with arousal as he turned the doorknob and ushered her into the dim seclusion of the blue suite. Goose bumps rose on her arms as he guided her to the side of the bed, drawing out the tension. The rise and fall of her chest increased as she waited, gazing up at him with the kind of trust Doms dreamed of.

Restraint hung by a fine thread as he touched her shoulders and directed her to turn and face the bed. He slid his finger slowly down the crisscrossing drawstring at the back of the dress until he reached her buttocks. His teasing touch set off another flurry of goose bumps on her skin, and her next breath was both a whimper and a sigh.

After tugging the bow loose at the bottom of the hem, he loosened the drawstrings holding her lace dress together. He was tempted to rip it off her, expressing physically how desire drove him nearly to madness. But he wanted to see the dress on her on another occasion, so he restrained the impulse.

The lace fell loose around her shoulders and he slid his fingertips beneath it, lowering the sleeves to her elbows and reaching around to cup and squeeze her breasts in the shelf bra. Her full breasts were so warm and lush in his grasp, her nipples tightened into hard points. He enjoyed her moan as he stroked them with his thumbs, teasing her and testing his control.

Easing the bodice of the dress down, he stroked from her supple waist to her hips and lightly dragged his fingernails up over her abdomen. Her muscles tightened as she gasped, flexing her hips and rubbing her ass against his erection.

Leaning down, he trailed his lips over her shoulder to the juncture of her neck, watching her expression. Her eyes were closed, as if she wanted the blindfold again, and that pleased him.

Nibbling at that sensitive spot at the side of her neck, he traced his fingers slowly to her mound. Her mouth opened, and she tilted her head back as a soft cry came from her lips, her head falling against his shoulder, leaning against him for support. Her vulnerability and trust lit a fire inside him, igniting lust but also something deeper. She wanted to learn about submission but he was hers to command.

“Brandon,” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Please don’t stop.” She rubbed her ass against his erection. A wave of heat rippled through him as he ground back against her, anticipating that eventual first thrust, sinking deep in absolute heaven.

“Never, love.” He breathed her in, long and deep as he slid his fingertips beneath the G-string, caressing her outer lips with teasing fingers, groaning when he encountered her warm, slick cunt. Swollen with arousal, so ready for him. He knew what she wanted, sliding a fingertip over her clit, holding her steady as her back arched. She reached up to grasp his shoulders, as if needing an anchor.

Swirling his fingertip over her clit again, he whispered, “That’s it, taku whaiāipo. Give it to me now.”

Her fingers tightened on his T-shirt, and she ground herself against his fingertip, her high-pitched keen driving his lust as he circled her clit persistently. She stilled, her body tightening as her sharp cry echoed in the room and her pussy convulsed, drenching his fingers in her silken juices. He drove her higher as she writhed in his arms, giving him the inhibition he desired, letting him have control.

“Yes! Oh, yes!”

Her arms fell from his shoulders, and her body went limp against him.

The sound of her satisfaction was everything, even in the haze of his lust. He wanted to give her everything.

After pushing the dress from her forearms and past her hips, it fell to the floor at her feet. The bra and G-string followed, leaving her clad only in his collar.

Grasping her to him, he directed her onto the bed and turned her as if she was his ragdoll, leaving her calves hanging off the bed. Still limp with her orgasm, she panted and watched him with a rapt gaze as he removed his boots and then loosed the fly of his leathers, practically ripping them off, along with his socks. He grinned when he caught her smile as his hard cock broke free, licking her lips as if she was starving for him. The T-shirt landed in the pile with the pants and boots, and he stood before her, proud and erect, ready to take her.

Their combined panting filled the quiet space, and then he looked into her eyes as he reached for her thighs, jerking her ass to the edge of the bed.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Brandon.”