Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) by Anya Summers Page B
Authors: Anya Summers
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over the years. Men she had dated and with whom she been intimate—but without a true love connection.
In the last twenty-four hours she'd engaged with and allowed a man she didn't know to tie her up and do things to her—and with her—that she'd never imagined people did in real life. She had assumed her fantasies, some of the things she'd read about, were more fiction than truth. After a dozen laps she rested against the edge, her body floating. Except now she knew that world did exist. If she was honest with herself, last night with Declan had been the most freeing moment of her life. It had been a sense of selflessness, like she no longer belonged to herself but to him. Then this morning… her face flamed at the memory of Jared between her legs.
Think of the devil and he appears.
Zoey inaudibly groaned as Jared strode into the room carrying a tray not a minute later. He arranged the tray on a nearby table. Then scooped up her robe and stood near the stairs, apparently waiting for her. He really was the sexiest butler she'd ever seen. This was the first time she'd been alone with him since she had arrived, and knowing that he had not only seen her without her clothes on but had joined in love play with her and Declan, made her belly quiver.
She climbed out of the pool, allowing him to help her into the robe. She shivered as his fingers lightly grazed her collarbone and felt her nipples harden at the contact. She was thankful that the robe covered her boobs at least, so he couldn't see that it just took a touch and she was turned on.
And he had only given her oral sex.
How could she want two different men? What the hell was wrong with her?
She allowed him to lead her over to the table. There was quite a bit more than just a spinach salad with chicken laid out before her. There were slices of cheese, grapes, warm French bread, and a crock of honey.
"But there's so much food," she said, looking up at Jared, confused by everything as she sat.
"Eat as much as you can. Declan said to make sure you were getting extra to help replenish your energy for tonight." He smiled knowingly, his gaze tracing over her body.
Even though she was fully clothed, his gaze raked her with heat in his eyes. She blushed under his frank stare. He knew exactly what she looked like without a stitch on—and what was more, what she tasted like.
Desire punched through her system, remembering how much she had wanted to taste him. How could she be feeling passion for two men? Granted, both were some of the finest specimens of the male sex that she'd ever encountered, but it didn't make her conundrum any less of a mess. She'd come to Scotland to get away from messy situations.
Zoey tried to shoo her thoughts away from the dangerous direction they wanted to race down; one where she and Jared built on their experience that morning. "Did you want to join me?" she asked. There was more than enough food to feed a family, let alone just her. And it would give her something to do other than fantasize about what she'd like to do with him.
As if he could read her thoughts, his gaze heated. "You could tempt a saint. Eat up, American lass. You will need it for the night's pleasure."
She gulped as he chuckled, giving her a wink and leaving her alone with her thoughts. Once she started eating, she discovered that she was famished. She filled up on bread smothered in honey, her salad, eating every last bite, and then topping it all off with some of the Manchego cheese.
When Zoey had finished, Sherry came strolling in.
"All finished?" she asked, taking inventory of the near empty plates.
"Yes, thank you. It was wonderful." Zoey felt replete with a full tummy and relaxed from her swim.
"By the way, I think you might be missing this." Sherry laid Zoey's cell phone on the table. "They found it behind the bench in the front entryway."
Her cell phone! She'd worried that it had been lost in the snow somewhere. It must have slipped out of her purse when she
In the last twenty-four hours she'd engaged with and allowed a man she didn't know to tie her up and do things to her—and with her—that she'd never imagined people did in real life. She had assumed her fantasies, some of the things she'd read about, were more fiction than truth. After a dozen laps she rested against the edge, her body floating. Except now she knew that world did exist. If she was honest with herself, last night with Declan had been the most freeing moment of her life. It had been a sense of selflessness, like she no longer belonged to herself but to him. Then this morning… her face flamed at the memory of Jared between her legs.
Think of the devil and he appears.
Zoey inaudibly groaned as Jared strode into the room carrying a tray not a minute later. He arranged the tray on a nearby table. Then scooped up her robe and stood near the stairs, apparently waiting for her. He really was the sexiest butler she'd ever seen. This was the first time she'd been alone with him since she had arrived, and knowing that he had not only seen her without her clothes on but had joined in love play with her and Declan, made her belly quiver.
She climbed out of the pool, allowing him to help her into the robe. She shivered as his fingers lightly grazed her collarbone and felt her nipples harden at the contact. She was thankful that the robe covered her boobs at least, so he couldn't see that it just took a touch and she was turned on.
And he had only given her oral sex.
How could she want two different men? What the hell was wrong with her?
She allowed him to lead her over to the table. There was quite a bit more than just a spinach salad with chicken laid out before her. There were slices of cheese, grapes, warm French bread, and a crock of honey.
"But there's so much food," she said, looking up at Jared, confused by everything as she sat.
"Eat as much as you can. Declan said to make sure you were getting extra to help replenish your energy for tonight." He smiled knowingly, his gaze tracing over her body.
Even though she was fully clothed, his gaze raked her with heat in his eyes. She blushed under his frank stare. He knew exactly what she looked like without a stitch on—and what was more, what she tasted like.
Desire punched through her system, remembering how much she had wanted to taste him. How could she be feeling passion for two men? Granted, both were some of the finest specimens of the male sex that she'd ever encountered, but it didn't make her conundrum any less of a mess. She'd come to Scotland to get away from messy situations.
Zoey tried to shoo her thoughts away from the dangerous direction they wanted to race down; one where she and Jared built on their experience that morning. "Did you want to join me?" she asked. There was more than enough food to feed a family, let alone just her. And it would give her something to do other than fantasize about what she'd like to do with him.
As if he could read her thoughts, his gaze heated. "You could tempt a saint. Eat up, American lass. You will need it for the night's pleasure."
She gulped as he chuckled, giving her a wink and leaving her alone with her thoughts. Once she started eating, she discovered that she was famished. She filled up on bread smothered in honey, her salad, eating every last bite, and then topping it all off with some of the Manchego cheese.
When Zoey had finished, Sherry came strolling in.
"All finished?" she asked, taking inventory of the near empty plates.
"Yes, thank you. It was wonderful." Zoey felt replete with a full tummy and relaxed from her swim.
"By the way, I think you might be missing this." Sherry laid Zoey's cell phone on the table. "They found it behind the bench in the front entryway."
Her cell phone! She'd worried that it had been lost in the snow somewhere. It must have slipped out of her purse when she
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