Welcome to Mid Week Tease. This week a few from HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE which has just become available to read on Kindle Unlimited.
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When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her.
Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man.
The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs?
“What?” she asked. Damn, was she reading this all wrong? Well, it was too late now, the dress was coming off. Another few tugs and the straps would slip down her arms and it would pool at the floor around her feet.
“I want you,” he said hoarsely.
He did. Thank God.
“And I want you.” She paused. “And if you need to bend me over, tie me up, hit my backside to get off, then I’m willing to try it.” She would, right now, for him. If it was what he needed.
He reached for her face, his fingers gentle on her cheeks. “Baby,” he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. “I have my kinks, no doubt about that, but not tonight. Not this first time with you.”
She held onto his forearms.
He was tense, the muscles and tendons taut and sinewy.
“But I thought—” she started.
“You thought wrong.” He touched his mouth to hers. It was a gentle, respectful kiss, no tongue, just lips pressing together. He pulled back a fraction and stared into her eyes.
“I did.” She curled her toes on the carpet and was aware of the dress slipping until the straps caught halfway down her upper arms. “I thought wrong?”
“Yes. Because sometimes...” He glanced downward, at her breasts partly exposed now by the gape in her outfit.
“Because sometimes vanilla is the best flavor.” He slid his touch from her face to her shoulders, then to her arms. “Sometimes vanilla is the only flavor that will do, Imogen.”