The Dom's Invitation (sneak peek - unedited excerpt)

Working Title : The Dom's Invitation

Release Date : To be advised.

UNEDITED EXCERPT...

“Good morning,” Tanner whispered. The husky, sleep-infused voice did things to me that had never happened with any other man. Especially after everything we did in the shower before bed. I closed my eyes and images rolled around inside my head. They sprung open again when my clit began to throb. Is he always going to make me feel like this?

“Morning,” I answered, my own voice filled with sleep. Using one fist, I rubbed at both eyes. Then I felt his fingers wrap around one nipple. When he pinched it hard, pain radiated through my nipple, through my breast, and culminated between my legs, making the throb in my clit intensify. “Ow … Sir.” God, I’ve only just woken up. Can’t he cut me some slack?

“Better,’ he mumbled from behind me. His lips touched against the back of my neck sending a ripple of goosebumps to rise over my skin, and a tingle through my scalp. When I giggled and shrugged my shoulders up, Tanner pulled me in for a bear hug. I wanted to stay in bed with him all day long, but he released me from his hug, and rolled away from me. I felt the mattress move as he got out. “Up and at ‘em.”

“Ugh,” I moaned, and pulled the sheet and doona up over my head. I didn’t hear his footsteps. Without warning, the covers were ripped down, leaving me butt naked, and cold. This time the goosebumps had nothing to do with being horny. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was his jutting erection. Lord, have mercy. My eyes fixated on it until I tore them away to flick a quick look up to see if there was any intention of getting a quick romp in before getting ready for work. The glint was there in his eyes. I thought, for a moment, I was going to get lucky. My lips curled up at the corners.

“Don’t get too excited,” he warned with a grin. “Most of that will disappear as soon as I empty my bladder.” Heat instantly infused through my face when he read my thoughts. Am I that transparent? Tanner’s hands moved like lightning, giving both of my nipples a pinch and tug at the same time. Air hissed through my teeth and my eyes flew back up to his. “If you’re not out of bed by the time I finish in the bathroom, your butt will be spanked before you go to work.”

When he turned toward the bathroom, I scrambled out of bed. There’s no way I wanted a sore butt before work. I walked over to the drawers, and almost grabbed a pair of panties. Fuck. No panties. No bra. Ugh. I grabbed a pair of sheer, black stockings, gathered up each leg before I put my feet in, one at a time, then began to pull them up until they covered my ass and ended up at my waist. Oh, God, I feel naked.

“Good girl,” Tanner praised from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His lips touched against the back of my neck in a brief kiss. After he released me, he walked over and disappeared into the walk-in robe. But not before I noticed his cock was at half-mast. I thought he said most of it would disappear after he used the bathroom?

I walked into the robe as Tanner walked out. My nipples brushed along his chest, sending another pulse straight through my clit. Jesus Christ. It was all I could do to resist putting my hand between my legs. Focus for fuck’s sake, Sienna. Clothes. Get dressed. Go to work.

I stood for an inordinate amount of time trying to decide what to wear while I tried my hardest to ignore the throb that just wouldn’t go away. I ended up plucking a pale pink, long-sleeved blouse with tiny heart buttons, and a skirt that was almost the same color with tiny rose buds printed all over it.

When I walked out, Tanner was bent over, putting his boxers on. My feet came to a standstill. My eyes wandered all over his muscular back and his tensed butt. The throb ramped up and I had to shake my head to clear the dirty thoughts that were beginning to play through my head.

As Tanner shrugged his white shirt up over his shoulders, taking my perfect view of his body in action away, my feet moved until I was standing at the side of the bed. Dropping my skirt down, I slipped my arms through the sleeves of my silk blouse, and pulled it up. But my eyes continued to be drawn to watch Tanner dressing. How can something as simple as putting on clothes be so erotic? He was covering his body up and I was getting turned on. Shouldn’t that be when he’s taking them off?

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