Rapt (An Erotic Tale)
By
Laurel Cremant
Blurb: Jessica
Sinclair has spent the last year tip toeing around her new boss Lucas
Wright. She wants him and he knows it, but she has no intention of
giving into temptation. She’s always enjoyed a little pain with her
pleasure, but she never thought denial could feel so good. Every
meeting drives her to a sexual edge and yet they’ve never shared a
simple kiss. Resisting him has become a delicious game.
Lucas Wright has enjoyed playing the
waiting game with Jessica. The sadist in him enjoys every quip and
parry they share. But every man has his limits and he’s officially
reached his. He’d never thought that he would find his perfect
match in a woman as stubborn as Jessica, but every teasing encounter
has convinced him it’s time to put an end to their games and show
her just how sweet surrender can be.
Excerpt: (18 + only –
language and sexual situations)
“You remember,” he said now with a
smile.
“What exactly am I supposed to be
remembering?” she asked.
“That I’m an incredibly observant
man,” he said.
She remained silent.
“Nothing to say?” he asked.
Licking her lips, she shook her head.
“Excellent.”
He leaned forward in his seat, resting
his elbows on his knees, the hand holding his drink dangling down his
leg.
“Show me,” he said.
His husky demand rocked her. Did she
dare?
“We can always not play,” he said
at her hesitation.
No!
Her heart lurched at that possibility.
As much as their new game challenged her, she didn’t want it to
end. Instead, she licked her lips and held his gaze. It wasn’t
difficult. When he was near she remained caught in a strange
web of want and greedy expectation controlled only by him.
She unfolded her arms and placed her
hands at her sides, curling her fingers tight into her palms. The
small bite of her nails digging into her skin helped ground her.
Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and pressed her knees tightly
together.
His gaze didn’t flicker downward to
look, the golden flecks in his eyes seemed to glow and held her
transfixed.
“Show me,” he said again.
Taking a deep shaky breath, she
unfurled her fingers and clenched the smooth satin of her skirt
before pulling it up her thighs, inch by inch before settling the
bunched material at her hips.
“More.”
At his husky demand, she spread her
legs open, exposing her secret to him, feeling the cool caress of air
drift over her naked sex. His gaze didn’t waver—it didn’t dip
down to see what she offered to him.
“Perfect. Now isn’t that better?”
She nodded at a loss for words. She did
feel better. Something about exposing herself to him—of them both
being fully aware of her eagerness to please ratcheted up her need to
another notch.
“Good,” he said. “I remember that
day so clearly. It was the first time I’ve ever seen you so
distracted. Your eyes were glassy and bright. But you know what
tipped me off to your naughty little secret?” he asked.
She licked her lips unsure of how to
answer.
“You kept squirming in your chair
crossing and uncrossing your legs and every now and then you would
let out a sexy sigh. That’s when I knew and I wanted to see how
long you could last like that. What it would take to break you? That
was the day I realized we’d both been playing the same game all
along.”
He took another sip of his drink, a
small smile playing across his lips.
“I’d wondered about it for a while
which is why extended my business trip. I wanted to see if our
meetings where as stimulating to you as they were to me.”
She clenched her hands tighter, her
breath coming out in deep pants. She wanted him to look at her, to
slide his hot gaze down to her center and see how wet and ready she
was for him. He didn’t. Lucas continued to speak as if she wasn’t
open and bared to him.
“Another test?” she asked, her
voice sounding wispy and thin to her ears.
He nodded.
“In a way. That’s when I realized
that you and I could be great together. I loved watching you squirm,
loved knowing that you sat there with your wet, creaming pussy, and
that it was all for me. But most of all I enjoyed denying you that
release, of knowing the pain of denial was bringing us both so much
pleasure.”
She couldn’t refute the truth in his
words, even now as he spoke to her, ignoring her splayed legs, he
kept her on edge.
“I’ve always known that I’m a bit
of a sadist,” he said. “But I’ve never been into physical pain.
I’ve never wanted to whip a woman or spank her until she
begged—although I can see the merits in that. My weakness has
always been in denial, in a woman giving me ultimate control of her
body and arousal, allowing me to determine when and where she gets to
come.”
“That day in my office I realized you
wanted the same things. You were bringing yourself to the edge of
orgasm all because we were both denying you pleasure. If I’m a bit
of a sadist Jessica, you are most definitely a masochist.”
“Then what does that make us?” she
asked.
A dimple flashed on his cheek as he
smirked at her.
“A perfect match,” he said.
Authors Bio:
Laurel is a romance author, who like
most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always
been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué
erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.
Laurel writes paranormal and
contemporary romance and is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet
nerd. She admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of
"nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her books.
Living in Miami, she also admits that she can't seem to avoid giving
her heroines gorgeous shoes, "In Miami, we worship
everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"
Sizzling Romance, Lasting Love
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