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SUBMITTING TO THE CATTLEMAN
She was a one-night stand following his rescue, but he couldn't forget her haunted eyes.
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Why does doing the right thing have to be so hard?
Leslie Collins has been asking herself that question ever since her eye-witness testimony in a murder case landed her in the Witness Protection Program far away from everything and everyone she’s ever known. Now, four years later, she struggles with growing despondency over the circumstances that prevent her from forming a relationship. When she allows her loneliness to get the better of her and indulges in a one-night stand, she never dreams her stranger will show up again at the private club she’s stayed away from for a few weeks.
Kurt Wilcox returns home to Montana to help his father recover from a stroke and hopefully mend the rift between them. He doesn’t plan on rescuing a woman from a mugging and ending up succumbing to the loneliness reflected on her face and indulging in a one-night stand. When he meets up with Leslie at his club, he refuses to let her hide her identity or her reasons for inviting a stranger into her home and bed.
Leslie finally caves to his persistence and agrees to an affair that seems promising until she learns her identity has been comprised and an attempt on her life forces out the truth about her past. Will putting her trust in her Dom jeopardize him and his employees when she agrees to his protection, or will Kurt rid her of the threat against her, as he promises, leaving her free to embrace her own HEA?
This is book six in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, BDSM, and sensual scenes. If any of these bother you, please do not purchase.
Succumbing to a stranger was foolhardy, but not as risky as trying to deceive a Dom.
EXCERPT:
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. Knock it off,” he warned.
“It’s hot in here.” Opening another button, she sidled over to a rack and pointed to what looked like a branding iron. “You don’t use that on your livestock, do you?” she asked with a shudder of revulsion.
“Sometimes, depending on the animal and the need.”
She turned back to him, freeing the last button. “That seems cruel.”
“It’s not,” he retorted. Cocking his head, he regarded her with a calmer expression that ratcheted her arousal another notch, and conjured a frisson of trepidation as only a Dom’s pointed look could. “I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me.”
“I don’t want to sleep.” Releasing the front hook of her bra, she pushed the top and loose cups to the side and palmed her left breast. Rasping her thumb over the turgid tip, she sucked in a breath as she baldly stated, “And I’ve changed my mind about stopping our physical relationship.”
Kurt’s face didn’t soften as she’d hoped, nor did those black eyes reveal pleasure at her announcement. Refusing to give up, she shoved aside her submissive voice reminding her of the repercussions of pushing a Dom too far and forged ahead, willing to risk just about anything to erase the hurt his father caused. “In fact, I’m ready to pick up where we left off right away.”
Stepping over to him, she continued to play with her breast as she cupped her free hand over his rigid, denim-covered cock. “See, you are pleased with my change of heart.”
“That doesn’t mean I appreciate you interrupting me, disregarding my order to leave, or touching yourself without my permission.”
“Oh, my, I’ve really racked them up, haven’t I?” Leslie shivered with the endless possibilities of his retribution, already feeling the heat blossoming across her backside. Dropping to her knees, she gazed up at him as she unbuckled his belt and slowly lowered his zipper. “Since I’m already in trouble, I may as well go for what I want.”
The hot, heavy weight of his erection fell into her hand, the pearl of moisture beaded on the smooth cockhead too tempting to resist. Ignoring the way his eyes went to black slits and the almost painful grip of his hands in her hair, she filled her mouth with his steely cock.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Kurt swore as she swirled her tongue under the plum shaped rim, teasing that sensitive spot before stroking downward, the thick, pumping veins jumping under her tongue.
Leslie relished his taste as much as his response and tight hold of her head by her hair. How had she managed to deny herself the pleasure of him? Maybe admitting how deeply her feelings ran had helped prod her toward taking this step, but she figured the biggest factor was wanting to ease his pain while storing up as many memories as possible to take with her if she was forced to leave. Either way, at this moment, here was where she wanted to be, where she needed to be.
Despite his sour mood, Kurt’s cock twitched, engorging and heating more and more with every lick of Leslie’s tongue, each nip of her teeth and the low moan erupting from her throat to vibrate against his flesh. He hadn’t wanted company right now, not while he was struggling to find a reason to continue living under the same roof as his father. The thought of returning to Houston was as appealing as holding himself back from his sub these past ten days, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave his home again.
Watching her face flush as she’d fondled herself had been Kurt’s undoing. A Dom could only hold back for so long, and no one could expect a man denied the one woman he craved above everyone else to keep himself in check when faced with such an offer. While he appreciated her support and efforts to boost his spirits, as well as the pleasure her hot mouth was delivering, his mood wouldn’t allow for her deliberate disobedience to go unaddressed.
AUTHOR BIO:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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