Speeding into town, she’s pulled over by her old best friend, Skylar Randall, now the town sheriff. He’s still mad at her for leaving twelve years ago without a word of good-bye. But suddenly Sky isn’t just her high school friend anymore, he’s morphed into a man who goes after what he wants, and he’s just declared he wants her.
But Sky’s private world is one full of bondage and in trying to silence the doubts in her head, he will tie her up as long as it takes for her realize that what she really left behind was faith, hope and whole lot of kisses.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex
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“Ladies,” he greeted in a soft, super seductive voice. How’d he pack such a panty wetting inflection in one word?
Alannah listened to her companions fumbling for something coherent to say and failing miserably. It would’ve made her laugh except she suspected she’d be in the same boat if she opened her mouth. So instead, she rose, grabbed her empty plate and walked away, making a beeline for the nearest trash can before heading off into the woods for a quick walk to get her equilibrium back.
It was almost surreal being back here, hearing the splashes and laughter from the partygoers. She knew once night fell that a bonfire would go up and everyone would settle around with beers and blankets to swap stories. Some would head off for a little privacy. Some wouldn’t give a shit about privacy.
“Having fun?” Sky asked from behind her, startling her so bad she almost tripped.
His arms caught her around her stomach and hauled her back just in time, and she sagged in relief until she felt all of him touching all of her. Good god almighty, there wasn’t padding under those clothes. His chest cradled her back and his groin fit in the curve of her ass. And then, holy moly…his cock went from relaxed to hard in the blink of an eye. He was poking her. Literally.
All the breath swooshed from her and before she realized what she was doing, she’d wiggled her ass against him. She was rewarded with a groan right before Sky bent over to nuzzle his nose against the curve where her neck met her shoulder. His breath was warm and it tickled the fine hair at her nape. Her libido began to hyperventilate, her mouth began to salivate, and suddenly all she wanted to do was turn around and ride him into next Sunday.
Holy shit. Where’d that thought come from?
Panicking just a little, because he used to be her best friend, she pulled away and spun, panting like she’d just run a marathon. His blue eyes were deep and stormy and they looked at her with good old-fashioned lust. She felt an answering need pulse through her clit so she silently gave it a warning to back the fuck down. This was Sky… She couldn’t possibly want to fuck him. Could she?
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