Author: Jen Bradlee

Kink and Romance: Jewelry

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The delicate slide of cool silver on her tender flesh brought her senses to life. The scent of his cologne, the heat of his body standing so near her own, the steady rhythm of his breaths keeping time with the ticking of the grandfather clock, and the comforting, yet erotic, tone of his voice as he spoke.

“Wear this tonight.” He closed the clasp pulling the choker snugly against her neck. His fingertips grazed the nape of her neck.

Fae fought the urge to lean back against him. She pressed her hands to her heated cheeks. When his touch disappeared, she stepped away, relieved to be physically apart from him. The close proximity wreaked havoc on her mind and body. It had to be a trick of her imagination, this attraction between them.  Why else would he ask her to wear such a lovely piece of jewelry?

“Thank you, Thomas.” Her fingertips drifted over the intricately carved silver, lingering momentarily on the stone nestled at the hollow of her throat. Fae turned to glance in the mirror. The shimmer of the ruby colored gem caught the light perfectly. “It’s gorgeous.”

“I thought of you the moment I saw it,” he said with a nonchalant shrug of his broad shoulders.

Her gaze snapped to his in the reflection. “You bought it…for me?” The rhythm of her heart tripled into a samba.

Thomas nodded, his blue eyes sparkling. He ran his hand across his scruffy jaw.

“Why?” It was a stupid question for her to ask, but she couldn’t stop her lips from uttering the ridiculous word. She stared at him with her soul warring, half hope, half desperation.

“Do I need a reason?” He cocked his head to the side and watched her with avid interest.

“I guess not,” she replied, turning to face him. He smiled, the sight both intimidating and comforting at the same time. She pushed past him and moved toward where her jacket lay on the bed. “We should go before your brothers wonder where we are.”

“Fae.”

Her name slipped off his tongue like a sinful whispered plea to the devil. Oh sweet merciful heavens, it had never sounded like that before, and she’d worked for him for three long years. If she turned, if she faced him, everything she’d worked for would shatter at his feet. The carefully crafted façade of the perfect secretary would crack and reveal her true thoughts. Ones that were best saved for late nights with a bottle of wine, Chinese takeout, and a binge session of cheesy romantic films.

When his hand closed around her wrist, she fought the urge to jerk from his grasp. His fingers traced the inside of her wrist for a moment before falling away. She nearly imploded from relief and frustration as they combined in the pit of her stomach. Reaching for her coat, she swallowed whatever emotion lingered.

“We should go, Mr Darby. Our dinner reservations were for seven thirty, it’s nearly eight.” She moved to put the garment on when he snatched it from her hands and held it for her. “Thank you.” Fae slipped the coat on and walked toward the door. If she looked back, she knew she’d do something she would regret later…like jump her boss, kiss him senseless, and then have her wild way with him until his brothers sent the police to haul her off.

 

Oh, I had no idea where this one was going when I started, but I like it. What do you think? There may be a bit of symbolism going on with that jewelry. Thanks for stopping by!

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Kink and Romance: Impulsive

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Since the dear captain was so cooperative yesterday, he’s agreed to join us for today’s teaser. Enjoy.

 

She pounded on the cabin door. He could hear the timbers rattle with each beat of her fists against the wood. James cringed at the sound of something shattering against the wall in his cabin. He took another swig from the bottle of rum.

“Mr Smee, please inform our guest that she’ll be cleaning up her mess before she gets anything to eat.”

“As ye wish, Captain.” Mr Smee bustled past him and ducked into the galley before returning with two plates of food. After setting them both down, he turned and shouted through the door. “Captain says ye’ll have no supper til ye’ve cleaned up yer mess!”

“Tell your captain he can go to the devil!” She punctuated her opinion with what sounded like a kick to the door. “I shall be restored to port, post haste, or he will suffer the consequences!”

James rubbed the bridge of his nose. Taking her from the docks had been an impulsive decision. Not one he regretted, at least not yet. As of that moment, she proved to be a loud nuisance, but James Hook was not as daft as his fellow pirates believed. He’d recognized her the moment her bewitching eyes met his.

“Would ye like another drink, Captain?” Smee asked as he twisted his apron in his hands.

“That is all.” He waved away his second in command and pushed the food on his plate with the tip of his hook. His impetuosity had always proven to be an asset in the past. Why should he doubt himself now? Especially since he knew who the wench belonged to.

Silence hung in the air, thick and cloistering. James turned to look at the door and arched a brow. Had she finally decided to calm her rage?

Curiosity bested him as he stood and pulled the key from his pocket. Fitting it to the lock, he then turned the key and opened the door. At a glance, he saw her curled up beneath the blankets in his bed. James closed the door behind him and took a step toward her. The stillness in the room made him wary.

Crack. A blinding pain shot through his head, and he raised his hook to block another blow as he spun around. The wild eyed spinster stared at him, her lips pursed in a thin line, her face flushed red from exertion. The remnants of the tray from  breakfast lay shattered at their feet.

“Bloody hell, wench.” He growled as he reached for her.

She jumped out of his reach and lunged for the door. He beat her to it and pinned her between him and the solid wood. James grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. The curls wrapped like silk around his hand. He pressed his weight against her.

“We’re in the middle of the bloody ocean. Where do ye plan on running to?”

The woman glared at him. “I knew it was a bad idea, coming to a pirate for help.”

“Aye that was a poor decision on yer part.”

She arched her brow and pressed her lips together, staring at him.

James groaned as she shifted beneath him. “A pirate ship is no place for ye, Princess.” Her eyes widened at the word. “Perhaps yer father would pay a decent ransom to have ye returned, untouched.”

 

Mmmmm…this story gets more and more interesting. What do you think is going on in that captain’s head? He’s quite delicious, isn’t he?

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Kink and Romance: Hook (as in Captain)

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James rested his weary arm on the bar. The hook often added to the ache as the day progressed. He’d only had it a month and still the circumstances surrounding its acquisition plagued him on a nearly constant basis. He considered it pure, dumb luck the croc had not taken his sword hand.

The bartender placed another pint before him and scuttled off to the back room. A lively melody played on the piano, and his irritation grew to the point of combustion when a man took residence on the stool beside him. When the man began tapping his knuckles against the bar, he snapped.

“Get lost.” James practically growled.

After hesitating for a moment, the stranger mumbled something unintelligible and then walked away. James glanced down at his mug of ale and noticed a slip of paper laying on the bar where the man had just been. He turned and scanned the bar, but there was no sight of the hooded stranger. Without thought, James snatched the paper and opened it.

Out by the dock, now. No signature.

He stuffed the note into his vest pocket and picked up the mug. Whoever this stranger was, they obviously wanted a word with him. James snorted and took another drink. He wanted to get drunk, not talk. After a few minutes, he finished the ale and tapped his hook on the bar.

“Ah, damn it all to Poseidon.” James pushed off of the stool and moved toward the exit. “I hope ta hell this isn’t another of Smees brilliant ideas to earn coin. I’d rather die than hire out me ship.” As he stepped out into the alley, the sun blinded him for a moment. He pulled on his hat and swaggered down the cobblestone street in the general direction of the docks.

When he turned onto the narrow street leading to his ship, he inhaled the sweet sting of the salty air and rubbed his grizzled chin. The sweet lull of the alcohol steadied his swaying steps. Too long at sea left one shaky on land, ale often helped balance the difference. The sound of his booted heels on the stones was soon echoed by another behind him. Hastening his steps, James turned the corner and ducked into a small alcove sheltering a doorway.

As the steps neared, he took a deep breath. The figure stepped into his line of sight, and James reached out and grabbed the man by the arm. Pressing his hook to the man’s throat, James held him fast.

“Care to die today?” he asked the man as the tip of his hook threatened to break skin.

“Are you always in such a foul humor, Captain?”

James froze. He pulled the hood back with his free hand and a tumble of riotous golden curls tumbled free. “A woman?”

“Aye, so I am.” She wrapped her hand around the hook and glanced over her shoulder at him. Her eyes shimmered green with flecks of gold. With an arched brow, she asked, “Are you going to let me go then?”

Without words, James grit his teeth and stomped down on the desire coursing through his body. He hadn’t had a woman in weeks, not since the accident. He glanced at her hand wrapped around his silver hook and imagined it wrapped around his cock.

“Nay, what kind of pirate would I be if I let a treasure such as yourself go free?”

 

Well, well, well. Not sure where that story is headed, but I’m enjoying the trip. How about you? I have a soft spot for villains and Captain Hook is on the top of my list of sexy bad boys. I’d definitely like to pursue this story. Would you like to read more about our naughty captain?

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Kink and Romance: Gentleman

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Lady Mira stood in front of the large library window looking out into the rain dampened garden. She folded her arms across her chest and shivered. The unusually chilly May afternoon had ruined her plans for an outing to the park. Her brothers had decided to visit their club, leaving her to fend for herself for the afternoon.

“Your tea, my lady,” Anna said as she set the tray down on the side table. “There’s also a gentleman to see you.” The maid bowed and left the room.

“Who could possibly…?” Her mouth shut as the guest in question appeared in the doorway. “Lucian, what do you want?” Mira stiffened at his presence.

Lucian Musgrave, second son to the Earl of Hennessy, notorious rake, and close companion of her brothers, stood in the archway, his eyes bright as the summer sky. “Where have your brothers concealed themselves on this dreary afternoon?”

Mira poured herself, and her uninvited guest, a cup of hot tea. She picked the saucer and handed it to Lucian. “They are at the club.”

He took a sip of the brew and smiled at her over the cup shaking his head. “No, my dear, they are most certainly not at the club.”

“Are you positive?” Mira set her tea down untasted.

“I was just there.” Lucian took another sip, his gaze never wavering from her.

She bristled at the impertinent expression on his face. “Well, they’re not here.” Mira snatched the cup from the saucer and sipped the hot brew, letting it add to the heat already suffusing her body from Lucian’s presence. As much as she disliked the man, he always seemed to bring her emotions boiling to the surface dragging along desires that were better left buried deep in the recesses of her mind.

“Spending the afternoon alone, cooped up in the library, staring out the window.” He chuckled and set the china down.

As he crossed to the window, Mira kept her distance, uncertain of his intentions. She’d never been alone with him before, but in all the years of their acquaintance, he’d never once crossed the boundary of inappropriate behavior. Danced on the line, certainly, but never set foot over it. She sipped her tea, keeping a keen eye on the scoundrel.

He glanced out into the garden and then turned back to her. The lopsided grin on his lips provided the perfect insight as to how roguish the man truly was.

“You should leave. I’ll tell my brothers you were looking for them.”

Lucian stalked toward her with slow, purposeful steps. He stopped beside her, and she resisted the urge to turn both toward him and away from him. Keeping her gaze fixed on the wall before her, she shivered as he spoke, his breath brushing against her cheek.

“You don’t care much for me, do you, Mira?” The whispered question set her nerves aflutter. He brushed his finger along her jaw.

The cup and saucer slipped from her hand. Mira barely heard them shatter on the floor. She turned her attention to the man tormenting her. With a glare, she snatched his offending hand and pulled it away from her face.

“Whatever gave you that impression?”

He shrugged and then leaned close. “A gentleman can always tell.”

“You sir, are no gentleman,” Mira snapped.

“You are absolutely right.” With those words he closed the gap between them and kissed her in a way no gentleman would dare.

 

Decided to go with something Victorian today. Hope you enjoy it. Whenever I think of a gentleman, I always imagine the facade they maintain. Crossing that boundary of gentleman to rake always provides some fantastic conflict. What do you think?

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Kink and Romance: Forbidden

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“Miss Williams, please focus.” The sharp rap of knuckles against her desk brought Taylor to attention.

“Yes, sir.” She replied without glancing up. Straightening her book, she turned her attention back to the front of the classroom.

Mr. Vincent strode to the large desk at the head of the class. “Please be sure to read the last three chapters in your textbook over the weekend. There will be a quiz on this material on Monday morning, and…” The bell rang interrupting him. “Have a great weekend.”

Taylor picked up her book bag and shoved the textbook into it with a bit more force than necessary. She’d been daydreaming again; of course he would call her out on it. It was like he knew every time she allowed her mind to wander. A glance at her Literature teacher confirmed her suspicion. He was staring at her, a scowl on his face. Damn it. She slung the strap over her shoulder and headed for the exit.

“Miss Williams, can you spare a moment?” His voice echoed in the now empty classroom.

Turning to face him, she dropped the bag on the floor and approached his desk. “Yes, Mr. Vincent?”

He ran his hand through his ruffled, caramel colored hair. She wondered absently how soft it was and if it took him more than an hour to get that perfectly disheveled style. One stray lock lay across his forehead, and she fought the compulsion to reach out and smooth it back.

“You’re daydreaming again, Miss Taylor.”

She snapped to attention. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He sighed as he stood and came around to the other side of the desk, stopping within arm’s reach of her. “Is everything alright at home?”

“Of course, Mr. Vincent.”

“What about school? Is something bothering you? Are you being bullied?” He crossed his arms and watched her with those all too observant puppy dog eyes.

“No, sir. Nothing like that.” Taylor tucked her hair behind her ear and backed up a step. “I should go. I don’t want to miss my next class.”

His hand encircled her wrist. “I’ll write you a pass.”

Her gaze snapped up, locking onto his emotionless expression. Before she could speak, he pulled her back and stood completely still, his hand still holding her wrist tight. “Mr. Vincent…”

“Tell me what has you so distracted, Miss Williams.” His heavenly chocolate brown gaze pinned her in place.

“Nothing, sir.” She licked her lips and nearly groaned when he mimicked her. Does he realize what he’s doing? Does he realize what this looks like?

“You’re quite easy to read, my dear. The expressions on your face are like lines straight out of a book.” The room grew warm as he closed the remaining distance between them and leaned close. “Everyone knows how much I love a good book.” His fingers slid along the inside of her arm causing her to shiver.

She backed away slowly. “Mr. Vincent, I need to go.” What does he mean by that? Is he hitting on me? Her heart raced as she backed away; their gazes locked. He scribbled a note quickly and held it out. When she took the pass, their fingertips brushed. Taylor pulled her hand away as if burned by the contact. He’s your teacher. This is wrong. Forbidden. The word lingered in her mind.

“Have a pleasurable weekend, Miss Williams.” He smiled, and she fled the room, afraid he would read the inappropriate thoughts apparent by the heat staining her cheeks.

 

Ohhhh, this is getting juicy. I’m a sucker for forbidden romances, especially Hot for Teacher ones. If I expand it, I won’t keep it as taboo. She’s at least eighteen, so I can have some fun with it.

What forbidden romances do you like to read about?

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Kink and Romance: Elevator

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I glanced up at the clock. Ten minutes after eight. Slamming the folder closed, I turned my attention to the screen in front of me and pressed the power button.

“It’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” I mumbled as I picked up my purse and tucked it into my messenger bag. As I walked across the room, I spied the elevator doors sliding closed. “Hold the elevator.” I dashed across the room and caught the doors just before they closed. Once I wedged myself between them, they closed with a solid click.

I took a moment to catch my breath and realized I wasn’t alone in the car. A glimpse of high gloss polished shoes and well-tailored gray suit betrayed the wearer’s identity. My gaze snapped up and I locked eyes with Mr. Henderson, the owner of the publishing firm, Henderson and Asquith, and my boss.

“I hadn’t realized you were working late, sir.” I straightened, brushing the invisible lint from my lapel where his gaze lingered.

When he finally met my gaze, Mr. Henderson clasped his hands before him and angled his head slightly, the way a father would before unleashing holy hell on an errant child. As much as I wanted to avert my eyes, I couldn’t. I stood tall, forcing myself to square my shoulders and hold his gaze. Deep inside I wanted to hide. The man intimidated everyone he met, which is probably why he ran the company as well as he did. He arched his brow but said nothing and turned to face the elevator doors.

Clearing my throat, I thanked my lucky stars he chose to ignore me. I turned my attention back to the doors with a quick glance at the buttons to be sure we were going to the ground floor. My bag slipped from my shoulder as I shifted my weight, and the contents spilled across the carpet.

“Shit.” I grumbled as I knelt down to pick up my files and stuff them into my satchel. When I reached for my open notebook, my hand brushed across Mr. Henderson’s shoe. He stood on my notebook, staring down at it.

“Well, well…do we have an aspiring author in our midst?” He leaned down and picked up the notebook, which to my utter horror I realized contained my daily writing prompt entries. Mr. Henderson flipped through it, his brow arching higher with every page he turned.

I stuffed the last of my papers into the bag and stood. “May I have that back, please?” I asked him with a smile. “Sir.”

He stopped flipping pages, and I cringed as a grin stole across his lips. “Interesting.” He reached past me and pressed the HOLD button. The elevator car came to a halt between floors six and seven. “‘I would choke that man with that purple tie he favors so much. If I ever get my hands on him, I may very well bind and gag him with his entire collection of ties before I fuck him senseless and leave him begging me for more.'” Mr. Henderson met my gaze. “Is that so?”

“Sir, I can explain.” FUCK. I’m so fucking fired right now. Oh, damn. My messenger bag slid forgotten to the floor as Mr. Henderson dropped the notebook and pinned my hands to the wall above my head with one hand. The other loosened the aforementioned purple tie.

“You’ve given me the excuse I needed to punish you properly, Miss Finnegin.”

 

*purrs* I really enjoyed writing that one. I’m thinking it may be a starting point for a longer story later. What do you think?

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Kink and Romance: Dominate

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Sarah downed the shot before she rolled the dice. As the cube tumbled across the board, she licked her lips. Anticipation hung in the air, heavy and tangible. She glanced at the three men seated on the floor around the coffee table. Two empty liquor bottles lay beside the game board.

Five, all I need is a five. Please…please, five. Make mama happy! Sarah struggled to keep her expression impassive as the die slowed and landed with a final thud on the board.

“Five.” Mark groaned as he reached for the third bottle…whiskey this time. “Fuck.”

It took strength of monumental proportions not to punch the air with her fist and do a victory dance around the room. Sarah shrugged as she pocketed the cash sitting in the center of the board.

Andy glanced at Jeremy, then the duo turned to Sarah. The expression on their faces made her almost regret the bet…almost.

“So, we lost.” Jeremy turned to Mark and snatched the bottle from his hand. Taking a huge swallow, he wiped his hand across his mouth and handed the whiskey to Andy. “What now?”

“Guess it’s too much to hope for double or nothing, huh?” Andy smirked as he took a shot.

“Well, we could play another game.” Sarah struggled to keep her voice from wavering. Even with the amount of alcohol the four of them had consumed, they were nowhere near drunk enough to even consider her insane suggestion. Were they? The three men stared at her.

“Fuck it, I’m in.” Jeremy threw his hand up and took another drink.

Mark and Andy exchanged glances before nodding in unison.

Sarah divided the money into three piles on the table, adding an extra twenty dollars to the top of each pile. Slowly, she stood and crossed the room to where her scarf lay draped over her jacket on the chair.

“Who goes first?” Sarah asked, wrapping the scarf around her hands and rejoining the small circle.

“First for what?” Andy’s gaze followed the motion of her hands and the silk as it slid between her fingertips.

“Stand up.” She motioned for them to stand and come closer. “Stand around me, all of you.” Sarah tied the scarf across her eyes and let her hands fall to her sides. The heat from their bodies soaked into her skin as they surrounded her. She licked her lips and couldn’t help but smile as she began to spin. Seven turns and she stopped, reaching out to grasp the man before her. When she pulled the silk off, Sarah’s gaze met Mark’s intense brown eyes.

“Let me guess, I’m first?” His cynical, lopsided grin made her fingers twitch in anticipation.

Draping her arm over his shoulder, Sarah leaned closer. “Sit down.”

When Mark made no move to sit, she wrapped her hand into his shoulder length black hair and pulled. The half-gasp, half-moan that emanated from his lips made her grin in satisfaction. He dropped into the over-sized armchair behind him, and she followed, straddling his lap.

When she glanced over her shoulder into the shocked faces of the other two men, Sarah chuckled. “The game is simple. If I can make you beg for me, I keep the money.”

 

Wowzers, was that hot!! *fans self* Hope you enjoyed today’s teaser. Do you think I should expand this one? I’m curious to see how far she takes this little game.

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Kink and Romance: Confession

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Shifting in my seat, I leaned to the right a bit to catch sight of him again. Black slacks accentuated those long legs, while his black shirt pulled tight against his broad shoulders. His black hair was perfectly combed and yet just wild enough to make me want to run my fingers through it. I wanted the man with a ferocity that terrified me, and I hadn’t even seen his face yet.

He glanced to the right allowing a glimpse of stubble shadowing a strong profile. Oh sweet merciful heavens. When he smiled at the barista, I could have melted into a puddle on the ground. The man was sin and decadence clothed in simple black cloth. I wanted to pin him against the wall and rip off every scrap of fabric with my teeth.

I glanced away as he shifted, afraid he would catch me staring at him or even worse, afraid he would know exactly what fantasies played in my mind. I’m an easy person to read, and I blush at the slightest compliment. Embarrassment and my fair skin have been able to come to an agreement. Taking a sip of my coffee, I turn my attention to the street outside in an effort to calm my racing heart.

“May I join you?”

The deep voice startled me, and I nearly dropped my coffee. When I glanced up, his smile caught my attention first, followed by the white tucked into his black collar at the hollow of his throat. Oh my fucking…I was lusting after a priest!

I gestured to the seat across from me, unable to form a coherent thought amidst my conscience berating me for fantasizing about a priest. I was going to hell. There was no escaping it. I cleared my throat as he sat down.

“Forgive me, Father.” I cringed as I said it. “Sorry, that sounded trite.”

“Don’t worry about it. It happens more often than you’d think.” His smile never faltered, bless his heart.

If he knew the sins I’d committed in my mind, he wouldn’t be smiling he’d be running like hell. I winced at the overly bad puns my mind insisted on conjuring.

“Are you well?” he asked before taking a sip of his tea.

My gaze snapped up, meeting his curious, green eyes. “Fine. I’m fine. Thank you.”

“I’m Andrew.” He set the cup down. “You look a bit overwhelmed. Would you rather I leave you to your thoughts?”

“No, I’m fine.” I grin at him while trying to beat my conscience into submission. “Just daydreaming.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Father Andrew took another drink before focusing his intense gaze on me. He licked his lower lip, catching a droplet of liquid.

I clenched my eyes shut and glanced away. I’m going to hell. I can’t take this torture. God, this is totally unfair. When a warm hand covered my own, I gasped and moved to pull my hand back. He refused to let go and met my gaze with a confidence that shook me to the core.

“So tell me,” he whispered, his voice low and ripe with innuendo, “how long has it been since your last confession?”

 

What do you think? Confession has always been a fantasy/role play I’d like to try. I’m not Catholic, but I love the forbidden aspect of this kind of pairing. What do you think? Taboo too much, or an indulgence?

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Kink and Romance: Bound

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Erin stood with her hands on her hips. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you tie me up.”
Warren set the camera down and picked up the rope. “I swear I’m not going to tie it tight.”
“I don’t care, Warren. Don’t you even care that I have a fear of being tied up?” She screamed at him, her eyes wide.
“Merinthophobia, yes. For God sakes, it’s just for a few moments, just so I can get the shot from the angles I need. Then I’ll put the breakaway ropes on for the rest of the scene.” He took a few steps toward her, unraveling the rope in his hands.
“Why don’t you just use those in the first place?” Erin crossed her arms and backed away from him.
“Because it won’t look realistic if I do all the shots with the breakaway.” Warren pouted. “Please, pretty please, with sugar on top.”
“What do I get out of this?” Erin pushed her red hair away from her face in agitation.
“My respect?”
She scoffed. “You’ll never get that.”
Warren frowned and dropped his hands to his sides. “Ouch. I may need a week to recover from that blow.”
“We may have been friends for the last ten years, but that doesn’t mean I trust you.” She pointed at the coil in his hands. “Especially with that.”
“What will it take for you to let me do this?”
“Two million dollars and a week on the beach with Tom Hiddleston.” Erin grinned at him.
“I’m serious. I’ll grant you anything within my power—” he gave her a pointed look “—if you let me do this. Five minutes, cross my heart.”
“Anything?” Erin arched her brow.
“I swear.” Warren marked an x over his heart with his finger.
“Fine.” She crossed over to the tree and gestured toward the rope. “Go ahead.”
“Really?” He hurried over and began binding her wrists, then wrapped the rope around the tree. His hands brushed the bare skin of her arms as he tied her. When he finished, he glanced up. “Are you okay?”
Erin’s eyes were squeezed closed, her breathing rapid, and her lips pressed together. She nodded and took a deep breath. Warren turned to reach for his camera when her voice stopped him.
“Kiss me, Warren.”
He turned and faced her. Their eyes locked. He approached her, slow and hesitant. “What did you say?”
“My request in exchange for you binding me.” Her voice wavered for a moment. “I want you to kiss me.” She licked her lips. “Kiss me as though it’s your only salvation, claim me.”
Warren ran his fingers across her bare shoulder and trailed them up her neck. Grasping the back of her head, he leaned close and whispered against her lips. “I knew you were lying.”

 

Well, well, well…that surprised even me. 🙂 What do you think happened here?

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Kink and Romance: Adoration

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No warnings today. 🙂 This one is pretty tame. Enjoy.

 

As the credits began to scroll across the screen I glanced at Hunter who lay half draped over the edge of the couch fast asleep.

“Why do I even invite you over to watch movies with me? You always end up passed out by the end.” I sighed as I glanced down at his face.

The thick lashes I’d envied for years lay against his cheeks. His dark hair hung in waves across his forehead and along his collar. Even though his tall frame extended past the full length of my couch, he looked like a child curled against the soft blanket. A twinge of conscience nipped at me as I stared at my best friend as he slept.

Creeper. What’s wrong with you? I shook my head and laid my hand on his legs to push them off my lap.

“Meg,” he murmured as he curled deeper into the blanket.

I slowly disentangled myself from beneath the weight of his gangly legs. I didn’t have the heart to wake him. After turning off the television, I snatched the blanket off the back of the recliner, shook it out, and draped it over Hunter. I brushed his hair away from his face and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. The spicy scent of his shampoo lured me closer, making me want to bury my face in his hair.

“Don’t leave me.” Hunter’s sleepy voice broke the serenity of the moment.

A flurry of nervous butterflies took flight in the pit of my stomach. I froze, hoping he was only talking in his sleep again. With careful steps, I backed away from the couch and disappeared into my bedroom. After brushing my teeth, I curled beneath the cool sheets in my empty bed and stared at the wall.

The gentle shift of the mattress brought me to full attention. A strong arm wrapped around me, pulling my body back against a solid, warm chest.

“Hunter, what are you doing?” I asked as he wrapped his leg around mine.

“Sleeping.” His voice reverberated through me as he held me tighter.

I’d never be able to sleep with him holding me like this. Every fiber of my being stood at attention craving something, anything from him. The steady rhythm of his breathing echoed the pounding of my heart.

I resented that the smallest scrap of adoration from him left me starving for more.

 

Hope you enjoyed my little teaser. What do you think should happen next? Let me know in the comments. 🙂

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