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by Cristal Ryder
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Romance
Description: Sometimes reality is so much better than fantasy. A man used to getting what he wants, Tom Rourke doesn't take being discarded lightly. Smarting from rejection, Rourke decides the complication of women is distracting him from his goal. He refocuses his energy into ownership of the Black Phantom, where he meets Heather Canyon. Drawn into her erotic web, he can't get her out of his mind. But can he trust her? The only way to know is to experience her first hand. Dominatrix Heather Canyon is looking for a new beginning, and a safe place where she can let her talents shine. Rourke's proposition is the perfect opportunity. She must test him to ensure they are the right fit for and challenges him at every turn. She isn't looking for a partner, but has she found her match with Rourke?
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [107 KB]
Reading time: 68-95 min.
"So, what do I call you?" Tom Rourke watched Ellie Taylor over the rim of the wine glass. The last thing he expected was to cross paths with this tantalizing and mysterious woman for a second time. She smiled and his cock woke up yet again because of her.
"I think you know what to call me." She picked up her glass and before sipping the wine, touched the rim with her pink tongue.
Rourke clenched his teeth. He forced himself to keep his hands on the table and appear indifferent to her teasing, when what he wanted to do was lose himself in her sweet, wet heat all over again.
He hadn't forgotten about their tryst that night at the Black Phantom. How could he? She carried an air about her that was unmistakable, and he'd zeroed in on it immediately. Right then and there he knew he had to have her again. One way or the other. He was also well aware she had not sensed him as quickly as he had her. And when her scent enveloped him it tested his restraint. A new task was on his list now and a very pleasant one indeed. He would fuck her before the night was through. Plain and simple and he always made sure he got what he wanted.
The Phantom was a secret place to fulfill any desire imaginable with no questions, obligations or promises to make or break. So when he, literally, bumped into her earlier today he couldn't have been more surprised and very pleased. Even without the careful disguise she had donned at the Phantom, he instantly knew who she was. His body reacted to her just as it had that night so many months ago. He could tell she didn't recognize him, which turned him on even more, and when she finally did, her shock and discomfort pleased him immensely. And the teasing began.
Now, the table between them only aggravated the situation. Had he been wise to bring her to this out of the way restaurant, or should he have taken her to his hotel suite and forgotten all the niceties? He would make sure they ended up in his bed by the end of the night regardless and continue where they left off in the elevator only an hour ago. He bit back a groan when his cock stiffened.
Her shiny, pink lips pursed against the rim of the glass He watched fascinated as the ruby liquid disappeared into her mouth and remembered only too well how talented those lips were. Her appetite for sex matched his, which was rare indeed, and he wondered if he would make it through dinner.
She set the glass down and gazed at him with her incredible green eyes. "Might it not get a little complicated now? Seeing you're my new superior."
Good God! It already was complicated. Yes, he was her new boss and things had to be handled very delicately. He didn't need accusations of sexual harassment to mar his stellar reputation. Rourke was fairly confident their situation would remain discreet, but one never could be too careful. And meeting at the Phantom in itself spoke volumes. Among them that she was a risk taker, at least in her private life. Time would tell about her work life.
He was wary too. He didn't trust easily. One didn't climb to his level of responsibility without being savvy and smart. Her chameleon-like ways were a new temptation for him, something different. But it also told him she liked to hide things. So was she hiding anything else?
He'd done his share of experimenting and discovering the Black Phantom and her was a very sweet diversion. And he would have to keep his appetite in check for appropriate opportunities.
Now was not one of them.
Rourke reached across the table and placed his large hand over her smaller one. He flicked his thumb on the tip of her long, coral-painted nail and watched the expression on her face when he turned her hand over and ran his finger along her palm. Her jaw slackened a bit and she licked her lips as she watched his finger stroke her sensitive flesh. He felt the faint tremor of her hand and smiled. She was very responsive.
"I want to take you somewhere private right now." His kept his voice was low, just loud enough for her to hear. "Can you imagine the things I want to do to you?"