Sunday, 13 March 2016

Sunday Snog


Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a smooch from IN EXPERT HANDS which just happens to be on special offer for a few days only at just 99c/99p - grab it quick!




Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client. 

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs. 

And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams. 

Please Note - In Expert Hands has two bonus chapters at the end of the novel to whet your appetite for more Lily Harlem books. In Expert Hands also has a spin-off novella in the anthology Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires (also available on Amazon).



Kane kissed her gently and sweetly for a long time. He ducked his head and suckled her nipples, teasing them to tight points with laps of his tongue and his hot mouth. He bit them, too, just a little, just enough to make her squirm and gasp.
Eventually, he stood and looked down at her, the outline of his erection visible through his clothing.
“If you’re willing,” he said, pulling his shirt from the waistband of his trousers. “I’d like to strip you, harness you to the cross and then show you how pain can mix with pleasure to produce outstanding orgasms.”
“What an offer.” Imogen watched as he peeled off his shirt, revealing his broad, taut chest and his defined abs.
“It’s an offer I don’t put on the table very often,” he said, tossing the shirt next to a large red blanket.
“And why is that?” Imogen sat. Her buttocks were still tingling.
“Because I’ve found that the last few years I’ve become very selective about who I want to play with.”
“And why is that…Sir?” Imogen touched her collar.
He smiled. “Because I want to connect, emotionally, not just physically when I play now.” He took hold of the zip at the front of her outfit and slid it down to her navel.
The material gaped and loosened around her breasts.
“I want to connect with you,” he whispered. “I want to get into your head not just your body. I want to find out everything about you, even things you don’t know.”
A tremble ran up her spine. She wanted him to find out everything too. Take her to these places he’d promised.
“Yes,” she said. “I want that too, Sir.”
He pulled the zip down to her crotch then kept on going, sliding it through her legs. “Stand.”
She did.
He stepped around her and tugged the zip upward from the other side, exposing the cleft of her ass.
Her pussy quivered and she was aware of dampness on her intimate folds. 
Kane slipped his hand beneath the material and smoothed over her hot skin. “It will be perfect,” he said. “Trust me.”
“I do.”
“So let’s get started.” He gripped the top of the outfit and eased it down her shoulders.
She helped the clinging fabric on its way and soon stood naked before him.
He smiled and took her hand, steered her to the cubicle with the free-standing cross.
She stared at the dark, polished wood as they approached. The manacles were made of black leather and had small silver chains. The center of the cross was padded and there was a small soft mat at its base.
“Like this,” he said, moving in behind her. He clasped her right hand and lifted it up to the wrist harness.
His chest was warm and sexy against her back, and he’d pushed his hard-on to her ass, letting her know how much this was turning him on.
She watched as his nimble fingers secured the straps, then once it was tight, she let her arm relax, enjoying the way it was held in position.
He repeated the action with her left wrist then stooped.
She missed the feel of his body.
“Wider,” he said, “much wider.” He eased her feet to the base of the cross.
Cool air swirled over her damp pussy as her thighs parted. The vulnerability of the position became apparent, as did the fact she really was trapped.
She blew out a long, low breath as her ankles were secured. She could do this. This was what she wanted.
“Perfect,” he said, coming to stand in front of her.
There’d be no squirming or struggling. She was securely fastened and her chest lodged against the center of the cross.
“I’ve fantasized about this moment,” he said, stroking his fingers over her belly, dipping into her navel.
“I hope I live up to your expectations, Sir,” she said, watching as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
“You already have.” His touch traveled lower and he caressed her pussy lips then stroked over her clit. “Are you turned on?”
“Yes…Sir.”
“Good, because I sure as hell am.” With his free hand, he cupped his cock through his trousers. “But this is all about you. It’s your turn to have attention, my kind of attention.” 






1 comment:

  1. Oh Lily - love this book :D
    Happy Sunday Snogging x x

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