A Refusal with Possibilities... #Satpanks #smalltown #romance #soldier #BDSMD

Blurb 

Kathryn Johnson’s a good girl who wants to be bad. When she plucks up the courage to visit a BDSM club, she panics and safe-words her new dom. 

Scarred former soldier, Luke Roberts suffers from PTSD. When he scenes with Kathryn, her screams trigger one of his flashbacks.
Determined to get well, he visits a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge. 

Circumstances force Kathryn and Luke to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? And can he make her Labor Day special when others have pushed her out of the parade she's organised for years?

A Stand-alone romance and Book Four in the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series. 

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Excerpt

Possibilities, scenarios, and desires cascaded through Kathryn’s brain like dominoes. Luke’s suggestion that they tick off another item on her sensual to-do list started a slow-burning fire inside her. Warmth flowed through her, building, burning, until it turned into an inferno. Her nipples tingled, and her pussy ached as new desires consumed her.

How Luke made her horny by accepting her refusal was beyond her. She followed him into the kitchen. “Which one?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Huh? Which what? Oh, the things on your fantasy list. I’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want, so like I said, it doesn’t matter.”

Kathryn moved in close. “Tell me what you had planned.”

His slow smile spread over his face. “First, I’d need you naked, your beautiful nipples bare and your cunt wet with desire.”

She should run away and never look back, but his words sent her into sensual overdrive. The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch in her throat. Her cunt was already wet for him, and she craved his hands on her body or his tongue teasing her clit. Lost in a world of desire, she unfastened the top button of her blouse and ran her tongue over her lips. “And then?”

His gaze fastened on her hand as she opened the next button. He coughed to clear his throat, then told her, “Next, I’d run my hands over your curves before rubbing my fingers over your clit. Not that I’d let you come yet.”

She undid the third button. “I’d want to come for you.”

He smiled and undid the next button. “Not yet. Not until I’ve tossed you over my shoulder and carried you into the bedroom.”

Panting slightly, she undid the remaining buttons and slid the blouse from her shoulders. As it pooled on the floor, she unhooked her bra and let it fall atop her blouse. “I’d be so turned on by that. So wet and willing. Would you let me come then?”

His gray-eyed gaze heated with desire. “You’re a very impatient girl. No. You can’t come until I’ve spread-eagled you over the bed and tied you in place. I bought some silk ties especially for us to use. They’d be soft and strong against your wrists and ankles as you writhed for my touch. I’d drive you crazy with desire, always letting you come close to orgasm but backing off rather than taking you over the edge.”

She closed her eyes and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. “I’d beg you to let me come.”

Kathryn stood with her breasts bared, her eyes glazed with desire, so turned on by Luke’s words, her breath came in quick, eager pants.

He mesmerized her with his gaze. “You’d have to wait until I’d clamped your nipples and gone down on you. I’d suck your clit and feast on your intimate juices.”

Lost in the pictures their words conjured up, she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Would you let me come then? I’d be desperate and needy, on fire for you. I’d want your cock in my mouth or my pussy. I’d let you come.”

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