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Long for Me de Stacey Lynn 
Editeur: Carina Press 
 Date de sortie: 04 Septembre 2017

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Synopsis:


Mon patron contrôle mes jours; Est-ce que je veux lui donner mes nuits aussi?

 Rebecca

 J'ai vu ce qui se passe lorsque vous donnez tout à un homme. Ce n'est pas ce que je veux. Je n'aurai pas mon coeur écrasé dans le poing de quelqu'un. Ensuite, il a tout changé. Lui. Bennett Ashby. Mon patron. Le voyant au club Luminous, vêtu d'un pantalon en cuir et brandissant un fouet ... J'espère ça? Mon esprit dit non, mais mon corps commence à avoir des idées très différentes. 

 Bennett 

Je savais que Rebecca Morales serait l'assistante parfaite. C'est pourquoi je l'ai engagée. Je ne savais pas que travailler avec elle tous les jours conduirait à la tentation, à l'envie de la posséder. Quand elle entra dans Luminous, je savais que j'étais foutu. Tremper votre stylo dans l'encre de l'entreprise n'est jamais intelligent, mais nous avons tous deux convenus que ce qui se passe au club reste là. Une nuit et puis c'est le retour au business demain. Sauf que je ne veux pas qu'une soirée avec Rebecca. Je les veux toutes.

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EXTRAIT :  

“You look beautiful. For reference, though, when I have my subs kneel, they do it naked and with their knees further apart so I can see their pussy whenever I want.” She jerked in response and I settled my hand on top of her head, not pushing, just holding her steady. “And before you say anything,” I said, dropping my voice. “You’ve pleased me Rebecca. For your sake, I’ll go slow tonight. I’m simply letting you know my preference. But you’ve done well. Thank you for not safe wording.” She shivered, goose bumps popped on her arms and I resisted the urge to dig my fingers into her scalp. For someone so hesitant, she was awfully turned on. “Tell me, Rebecca.” I massaged her scalp to calm her. And to touch her. Damn I wanted my hands on her ass. “When you’re like this at my feet, kneeling, how do you feel?” “Not as uncomfortable as I thought, Mr. Ashby, but still weird.” “And if I tell you that you here, at my feet, waiting to please me makes me hard as cement, how does that make you feel?” “Jesus,” she whispered. “I don’t know.” “Sure you do. Tell me. Are you wet? Are you thinking about how turned on I am by this?” Her throaty, raw and breathless voice cracked. “Yes. Yes, I’m wet, sir.” Sir. Holy shit. Never had that one simple word done so much to me. It slammed into my chest and my fingers dug into her hair like I’d been trying to resist. Hell. This woman. “Good girl. Thank you for your honesty. Are you ready to continue?” “Can I ask—” “We’ll do whatever I say. That’s what will happen next.” She shuddered as she breathed heavily, blowing it out through her parted lips. I wanted them wrapped around my dick, my shaft lodged deep in her throat as I shot down deep inside of her. She was undoing me more than any woman I’d met and we hadn’t even done anything yet. What the hell had I gotten myself into with her? “I’m ready, sir.” Yes. Music to my ears. “I want you to look at me, and tell me what you want tonight.” She hesitated, but lifted her head. As she did, I dropped my hand from her head to the side of her neck. I wanted to be touching her, wanted her to feel me at every moment of the night. My hands or my body would be touching her in some way, shape, or form until I left. Which hopefully wouldn’t happen for hours yet. Heat seared into my chest as she lifted her amber-brown eyes to mine. Something like being branded with an iron, I assumed. It took everything in me not to jerk back, not to show her how much her innocence affected me. Or the blush on her cheeks. Or the glint in her eyes. She was scared, but curious too, and she was curious about something more than just submitting. She wanted something. “What would you like, sub?” Nothing like washing away the blush with the reminder of her place. I’d revel in it later. When she was screaming my name with my fingers bringing her off, again and again and again. “I’m having a hard time believing I actually get to choose.” I could have teased her, lightened the mood so she was fully comfortable, but I didn’t. It was much more fun to keep her guessing. “If you can’t tell me what you want, I’ll decide for you, you know.” She glanced at the floor, lips twitching. “Figured that,” she muttered. She lifted her head again, and gave me that burning sensation in my chest. Perhaps I needed a doctor. A heart specialist. “I’d like a spanking, sir.” Not what I was expecting. Hold her hands while I fucked her, yes. Eat her out, yes. She went right for the gusto. Awesome. Because I couldn’t wait. “Very well.” I showed no emotion, but I couldn’t stop watching her fight a grin. If she thought she was winning, she’d learn the truth soon. “Stand and strip. Then show me where your room is.”  


About the Author

Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

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