to secure her wrists to his bedposts. Her body started to shake, her sex muscles trembling in anticipation.
Trembling with sexual need, she writhed against the mattress, ecstatic to submit to his control. “I wasn’t referring to this handiwork, although I must say, you pass with flying colors.”
She could hear the need, the urgency in her own voice.
He stood beside her and brushed his knuckles over her hard nipples. He gave a low, rough laugh. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, his deep, sexy voice seducing all her senses.
“Yeah,” she said, watching the front of his pants swell with need. Her body moistened from sexual fever and she gave a breathy moan.
He stroked her with expertise and then his hand trailed lower to slip under her dress. He pushed aside her panties and slipped a thick finger into her creamy core. She widened her legs for him.
With slow, torturous circles, his thumb worked her clit as his finger plunged deeper, slowly building her orgasm. Sparks shot through her body and heat blistered inside her, fragmenting her thoughts. Her breath hitched and she worked to think.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “I highly recommend you in this department.”
He glared at her, his voice taking on a hard edge. “I highly recommend you in this department, who?” he bit out.
“I highly recommend you in this department, Master.”
Afterword
T hank you so much for reading, Sun Stroked, Seaside Seduction. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I loved writing it. Be sure to check out books 2 & 3, Deep Desires, and Private Pleasure. Keep reading for a sneak peak at Deep Desires.
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Deep Desires
R yan leaned across the pool table, positioned the tip of his wooden cue on the ball and took a shot, easily sinking the eight ball in the corner pocket. Fortunately, the bright artificial light overhead enabled him to see the table, even with his dark sunglasses on.
Six months previous, after an early morning surprise explosion had damaged his retinas and marred his skin, the glasses had become a permanent fixture on his face, hiding both his lacerations and his damaged eyesight. Now he wore the shades day and night, not that he went out much during the day, or was the wild social animal he used to be. Since he’d returned home from his overseas tour, he kept a low profile. The fewer people asking about his scars or prying into his personal life, the better.
He stood and glanced at Cody. “So, what do you think is taking Ethan so long? A man could die of thirst waiting for him.”
“My guess is he’s taken your stash of beer and made off with it,” Cody said before grabbing the triangle and centering it on the table.
Ryan scoffed, adjusted his sunglasses and slapped his pool cue against his palm. “You’d think he’d know better,” he said, grinning. “I can still track him down if I want to.” Vision or no vision, Ryan’s exceptional tracking skills and his memorization of the island’s landscape, meant Ethan didn’t stand a chance.
Of course, both Ryan and Cody knew Ethan would never do anything of the kind. During their time together overseas and at the rehabilitation center, the guys had all bonded. The men were more than his friends and confidants. They were his family, his brothers. Men he trusted with his life.
Unlike the family he’d grown up in—an emotionally absent father plus a stepmother and two stepsisters who considered him a burden, and the long time girlfriend who’d tossed him away faster than an armed grenade when he’d returned home injured, calling him damaged goods, these men all looked out for one another. Ryan knew he could count on his fellow comrades in the best and the worst of situations.
Cody’s voice brought his attention back around to the game. “Ethan always was easily distracted,”
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