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Lust & Bound Excerpt
Trisha, a recent divorcee, wants to explore the wilder side of sex and discover a more sensuous part of herself. When long-time client Zach Walters suggests a weekend together, she agrees. He provides her with an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex, while unbeknownst to either of them the tryst is being recorded.
No woman has ever excited Zach Walters like Trisha. He’s willing to indulge his fantasies as well as hers, but he can’t afford to get too close. He has a weakness for damsels in distress and a secret to protect. Only one thing threatens their happiness—a vengeful ex-husband. “Are you okay?” She quickly crossed the room and twisted the knob to pop the lock. Zach appeared on the threshold clad in a sleeveless t-shirt and baggy drawstring shorts. Her breath stuck in her throat as he crossed his arms. All that delicious sexiness was there for her exploration and she still needed to find out how far his tattoo went. Heat tinged her cheeks and she dropped her gaze to her feet. After the incident at the Village, she still wasn’t sure spending the remainder of the weekend with Zach was a good idea. At least her pedi was holding up well. Great. Just great, she thought. There was a hottie standing in front of her and she was thinking about the polish on her nails. “You have that look again.” She snapped her gaze to his. “What look?” He pushed off the door to stand in front of her. “Like you’re ready to leave again.” His caress was infinitely gentle as he tucked a curl behind her ear then along her collarbone. “I think you pay a little too much attention to me.” He grasped the edge of her towel. “And you’re worth all my time.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave?” She held the towel in place. He shackled her wrist and led her from the bathroom. Soft music drifted through the bedroom. Zach had closed the drapes and this time real candles burned. The tiny gesture of intimacy struck a chord deep within her. How had he known something so simple would move her? “You need a little more convincing.” “I don’t know what else you could possibly do.” He waved a hand to a small sitting bench and lifted a brow. “My dear beautiful, that’s what this time is all about.” Warm fuzzies squeezed her heart and she settled on the padded bench. He sat behind her on the bed, a powerful thigh on either side of her shoulders. When he pulled the clip from her hair she tensed. He leaned close, his breath tickling her ear. “Relax, sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you.” He picked up a brush from the nightstand and dragged it through her hair with long even strokes. With each swipe the tension eased from her shoulders and a sigh left her lips. “Tell me something I don’t know about you, Zach.” “I wanted to be a chef.” She tilted her head back until she met his mist-gray eyes. “You cook?” “Don’t sound so surprised. I studied with a really great chef in Europe for a year or so, before I came back here and started my company.” He chuckled and gently pushed her head forward. He divided her hair in three equal parts then quickly braided her curly tresses. “If you wanted to be a chef, why didn’t you?” “I went back home to help my mom with my dad. He had a heart attack and it was touch and go for a while there, but he pulled through.” She leaned back. “I’m glad everything worked out.” He secured the end of the braid with a small rubber band. “Me too. By the time I got things situated with my folks, I’d lost the position and stumbled into driving.” He tossed her braid over her shoulder and leaned away to grab a bottle from the nightstand. Trisha sighed when he smoothed his hands over her shoulders, massaging aloe into her skin. Whatever tension remained was easily dispelled at the expert touch of his fingers. She allowed her head to fall forward. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had done the simple things for her. Gordy never would’ve brushed and braided her hair and he definitely wouldn’t have taken the time to tend to a sunburn. Moisture burned behind her lids. She longed for a man like Zach. What would happen once the weekend was over? Could she go back to her normal routine? Did she want to go back to work and dating the next worst thing? “Tell me something I don’t know about you?” he whispered near her ear. She was so relaxed and his hands felt so good, she’d tell him anything he wanted to know. “I raised the capital for my salon by pole dancing.” “Really?” “Yeah.” He drifted his hands downward, circling each vertebra with his thumb, dislodging the towel as he went. “Very resourceful woman.” He reached around and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples to attention, and then returned to massaging her shoulders. That small caress jumpstarted her libido and she shifted. She shivered when his lips grazed the curve of her shoulder. “Do you still dance?” “No. I don’t really have the time for it.” “Too bad. I’d love to see one of your routines.” He swept butterfly kisses up the column of her throat and along her jaw. Liquid desire pulsed between her thighs. She wanted to feel his lips on every inch of her body. “Would you dance for me sometime?” If he kept kissing her, she’d do whatever he wanted. “Sure.” “I’d like that.” He eased from the bed and stood. |
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