Thomas Kenner, owner of Kenner & Kenner Security and Teishutsu, a private BDSM club in the hills of Los Angeles, has it all, except for Katarina Lopez, submissive and one of his best damn bodyguards. As a Sadist, he craves a masochist to match his needs, but when his Latin bombshell rebuffs his advances, he’s left wanting a woman who doesn’t crave him. Determined to banish her from his thoughts, he sets up a date with the renowned Madame Eve and 1Night Stand. Katarina Lopez doesn’t intimidate easily. When it comes to her job, she’s focused and completely sure of herself. Then she goes to work for the ex-Special Forces-Sadistic Dom, Thomas Kenner. The Dom—and her boss—is completely imposing and sex personified. But, there’s no way she’ll ever fit his masochistic mold. Letting him down would mean the end of her career along with any chance she may have to submit to the man who’d held her heart from the minute she met him. Unless…. With the help of Madame Eve, both will try to obtain what their heart desires, but will one night be enough?
How he could talk coherently, she didn’t know. While they swayed together to the beat of the music, all of her brain-to-mouth functions stopped. With one touch, he’d singed all of her synapses, leaving her a pile of goo.
“I don’t think my papa would approve,” she gasped, feeling Thomas’s lips at the crook of her neck. Aggressive, thy name is Thomas.
“Do pretty little girls always do what their papa wants them to do? Or do you break the rules occasionally?” His voice became a sensual rumble as he led her farther out onto the dance floor. “I bet there’s a naughty girl buried deep under that good-girl exterior. Why don’t you let her out so we can play, and I’ll grant you your every desire?”
“My every desire?” She wrapped her arm around his neck, feeling empowered in his arms. The disguise made it easy for her to let her guard down and enjoy herself.
“Every single one of them, my pet.”
Katarina licked her lips. The apprehension which usually settled into her belly when she was about to accept a Dom’s proposal didn’t come. She relaxed even more into their little dance and grinned. “I accept, Mephistopheles. Show me what you’ve got, Master.”