My Special Guest – Jane Burrelli

I’m very excited to have Jane Burrelli on my blog again. She has the second book in a delicious science fiction series coming out today! The Bride of Fire Series is spicy and truly enjoyable to read. Let’s take a peek at her latest…

PLAYING WITH FIRE

This princess isn’t afraid to play with fire, are you?

SYNOPSIS

When the gods breathed life into us they blessed us with an element, a pity they didn’t Jane Burelli second book covercare to bless us with anything else.

Princess Nymira’s life changed forever when a coup forced her to flee north and in doing so she found herself mated to Zorren, the formidable Ice Lord. Their instant connection is undeniable but their budding relationship is not without challenges.

Mira must now face the open hostility of a foreign court as she attempts to carve out a niche at Zorren’s side. New enemies work tirelessly to drive a wedge between the newly mated pair and their tentative bond of trust is tested to the limit. Are Mira and Zorren strong enough to withstand the storm or will her most guarded secret drive them apart?

Forever.

EXCERPT

He sized up the battle lines drawn between us and quirked an eyebrow. My eyes narrowed. That. One. Single. Movement. Sent my justified anger up another notch.

“Is that right?” he purred. The hair on the back of my neck prickled as he slowly stalked closer.

“I mean it, Zorren,” I hissed wanting to keep him as far away as possible. I drew myself up to my full height and still managed to feel small. “I’m going to call it an early night,” I stated with as much dignity that I possessed. “I have a terrible headache.” His firm lips curled at the blatant lie and my toes copied the movement. Would he call me on it? My back bumped the wall, though I was not sure when I started moving. Zorren’s arms bracketed my head and his lean hips pinned me in place. Dancing blue eyes looked down at me and I snapped mine shut. Bracing myself for the tide of desire that washed through me. My heart sped up oh, so predictably and my hands fisted tightly, digging my nails into my palms. I would fight the pull.

“Shall I let that lie slip, little mate?” The low graveled words curling around my ear was almost my undoing. The soft rasp of stubble scraping across the crook of my neck made my knees quiver. Of course, he wouldn’t let it pass. I raised my chin and met his unwavering gaze.

“It is not a lie.” I sniffed with disdain. “You are most definitely giving me a headache with your split personality.” Less than pleased Zorren’s lips thinned, the playfulness faded and a rigidity entered his arms.

“Is that so?”

“One minute you want me,” I accused my eyes blazing up at him. “The next, you pass me off to your friend and keep me at arm’s length. You swap between the Ice Lord and my mate. Well, at this moment I am not in the mood to accommodate either one.”

AUTHOR BIO

When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.

I love reading. Period!

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.

Happy Reading!

Amazon Author Page US: https://www.amazon.com/Jane-Burrelli/e/B01ACPOKD0/

What a wonderful except! Remember, releasing today! Thank you so much for being here.

Kisses…

Piper

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Public or Private Spankings?

Or both… Were you spanked as a child? If you were, do you remember when you were out with one or both of your parents either shopping, dining or at a friend’s house and you misbehaved? What did your parents do? After attempting to curtail your ridiculous behavior, did you get that look? You know the one I’m talking about. Perhaps followed by a whisper telling you in no uncertain terms that you were getting a hard spanking whenbend over saying,jpg your returned home?

I remember that from being a child. I’d sit in the back seat of the car on the ride home dreading, worrying, sniveling as quietly as possible. My father was usually the disciplinarian, but never did he spank me in public or even in front of close friends. However, a school friend of mine had a different life. I remember on several occasions where her father would find a hardback chair, yank it into the middle of the group and give her a severe bare assed spanking while everyone watched. He’d even send her to the corner afterwards. In my opinion, traumatizing for a child.

But what about as an adult? Hmmm… I write in several genres from suspense and thriller to BDSM with spanking usually taking at least a small part of the plot. I realized that in several of my pieces, there was some form of public discipline, or what might be considered humiliation. Of course, there are more severe forms of this from stories about real life to fantasy. I’ve thrown a bit of that into more hard core books as well, but for this blog, I’m talking about a good, old fashioned, over the knee kind of spanking.

For a solid percentage of couples involved in the lifestyle – married, engaged or just dating – the man is the head of household. There are rules for the lovely lady to follow and punishment if they aren’t. Rules infractions can include things such as back talking, swearing, making a fool of ones  self in public, as well as more egregious breaches in pre-set regulations. So I have to ask this question – has your significant other spanked you in front of friends or even in a more public environment?

You know what I mean. Let’s say you were at a friend’s barbecue and you and your partner began to argue. Little things at first but moods grew increasingly worse, the quips turned sarcastic, even cascading over into conversations with friends. What would the head of household do in this case? Would he smile, take your arm and lead you to a quiet area, reminding you that you’re both trying to enjoy an afternoon and suggest, in no uncertain terms, that you cool it? Would it be followed by the “look”? Stern, wooden hairbrushforeboding, controlling and one that made you quiver?

What if you refused to follow the command? What if you wanted to have a good time and developed an attitude? What would he do next? I think for many couples, this can be a daunting issue. Do you leave the party, making some excuse? Do you allow the behavior to continue unchecked? These can be difficult questions. I’ve talked to many couples where the husband actually finds a quiet spot, perhaps a bedroom or a family room that is somewhat sequestered and at minimum pulls the wife over his knee, giving her a hand spanking. This is likely to be followed by a promise of more severe punishment when you both returned home. Can you imagine her thoughts?

Did anyone see or hear? Do others at the party know I’m a well spanked woman? Will anyone look at me differently? And the anticipation of later… Whew. What if he took the situation a step further? What if…he didn’t find a secluded spot and simply pulled you over his knee, lifting your skirt and spanking you right in front of all your friends? What if he announced to everyone that you were getting a spanking beforehand? Can you imagine the humiliation? I have heard of couples who use this practice. Effective? Perhaps.

I think for couples who go on vacation or to visit the in-laws, there are methods that can be used to curtail the humiliation while giving needed rounds of discipline. A walk in the woods, cutting a switch and providing a hard spanking is often used. Taking a drive to an empty parking lot or waiting until the in-laws are out of the house are other ideas that couples have resorted to.

One of the favorite stories I’ve written is about a simple Target run on a beautiful Saturday. The argument ensues, the nasty words flying. What is a man to do when he’s caught off guard with no useful implements (other than his hand) to use? Why, he takes the wife into the crowded store, heading down the local beauty aisle to the hairbrushes. Can you imagine standing by his side as he tests out various brushes, smacking them against his hand, checking the weight and the “thudding” measure?

When he’s satisfied with selecting one or even two, both of you go about your shopping trip, but you know what you’re getting the moment you leave the store. The purchases made, he remains quiet as you unload the items then he may drive to a furthest spot in the parking lot and instructs you to remove your panties. He climbs onto the passenger seat, pulls you over his lap and with the door open, provides a solid, hard and lengthy spanking.

You wiggle, you cry, you flail but you’re not getting out of a well deserved punishment. And why should you? You broke the rules. You humiliated him in public. You acted like a misbehaving child. Don’t you deserve to have your naked ass smacked with a thick, wooden brush?

What are your thoughts? Has your significant other spanked you in any kind of public setting? Do you think some form of humiliation can help? And, do you like reading stories that include these kinds of spankings? Inquiring minds want to know. I hope I’ve given you some delicious thoughts. Enjoy your day.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

My Special Guest – Asha Daniels

You know how much I love having guest authors! Highlighting their sizzling work makes me smile. I have Asha Daniels today, a true southern girl with a love of fried chicken, iced tea and long walks on the beach. She has a third book coming with Blushing Books on May 17th and this one looks absolutely delicious. Let’s take a peek at…

SURRENDERING TO THE MOUNTAIN MAN

SYNOPSIS

She’s a victim of her family’s treacherous life.

When a wealthy college student is given a gift by her father, one requiring a hefty price, Surrendering to the Mountain Man_500x755she seeks solace in the mountains. Until a horrific snowstorm interferes, thrusting her into the arms of a dangerous man who will require her surrender.

He ran away from his life and those who considered him a monster, determined to live alone. Determined to erase the pain. Then he’s forced to save her life. Is there such a thing as second chances?

EXCERPT

Razer 

I am the darkness, the kind of man the majority fear.

I am a monster, my life surrounded by carriers of my disease.

I am the devil who will break you.

I am also the one you crave.

I’ve always been alone. Yeah, there were people once, and a hell of a lot of them. They wanted something from me. That was the key. They always wanted. I was the man in charge, the one who could make or break them. Their careers. Their lives. In turn, I had everything I ever desired. Women. Money. Clout. Shit, I was filthy rich. Sure, I loved lording my wealth over almost everyone I knew.

Then I lost everything that mattered to me.

One. Single. Night.

One ridiculous and uncalculated decision and my life turned to shit. I was careless with my trust and all because of a woman. The ugly fact will haunt me forever, but I burned too many bridges to be able to salvage any aspect of my former self. Too bad for them, for the fuckers who put me here. Revenge will be sweet. For now? I’m gathering my strength, biding my time so they say.

Many would say I ran away. Perhaps I did. I no longer cared what anyone else thought and I still don’t. No sense in worrying about things I couldn’t change. Snickering, I walked around the corner, heading for a round of entertainment for the evening. Taking another long drag, I held the smoke as I studied the brick façade of the various buildings lining the snow slickened street. The area was quaint, far too much so for my taste, but functional, even allowing for various levels of kink. I blew out, creating smoke ringlets before taking another puff.

I have to admit, the cigarette tasted damn good. I’d given up the habit over a year before, the very day my life plummeted into Hell. But today? I craved the taste, nasty and bitter. Inhaling, I watched the various women as they entered the club. They are all the same. In my mind, they are two-bit whores who feed off men like piranhas, eating the flesh, feasting on their blood, if only in the methods of money and sex. Disgusting.

But I was hungry and there were few places where questions were never asked, heads always turning the other way. I learned where to go the first week I stepped foot in the wretched area. I had to be protected if only from myself and the anger, the rage living inside, burrowing its way into my soul.

But my rage remained.

The frigid breeze blew against my skin and usually the cold was invigorating. Tonight, I felt nothing. My goal was simple. To find a woman and to fuck her. There was no need for romance. These kinds of women preferred dominating men, forceful to the point some would say the experience was rape. For the girls entering the darkened club, they were ready, eager to be taken.

Exactly what I needed.

After tossing the cigarette, I crossed the street, taking long strides. Even the majority of the businesses were closed. It was late, and the vacationers were all nestled snug in their beds, unaware such carnal activities were going on just a few miles away from their precious resort. The locals simply turned the other way, refusing to acknowledge the kind of sick kink occurring behind the massive steel door. I liked the name. It suited the establishment perfectly. The Torture Chamber. I couldn’t help but laugh.

The entrance was unmarked, except for a single plaque nailed onto the graphite steel door. For some reason, my mind reverted to a cross, a naked and bloodied man. Maybe my guilt was creeping in again. I didn’t hesitate after swinging it open, simply walking past the bouncers. They recognized who I was, if by no other means than reputation. I didn’t know their names and they knew better than to ask mine, but they’d heard of me. The music was loud, blaring and as my eyes swept the neon infused establishment, I could sense the stares, and not only from the women. Men knew to be afraid and so they keep their distance. But the women… Oh, yes, the women certainly didn’t seem to mind being used by a hulking man who said very little.

The bar was jam packed, the liquor flowing, but I wasn’t here for the booze. I have plenty back at the cabin. I also don’t need to push my way through the heated bodies. They simply moved out of my way. Within seconds, I’d found the one I could tolerate for the night and closed the distance. She had violet eyes, the kind no doubt most men would sink into. They were far too vibrant, even in the intense lighting. She wore her clothes like a costume, hiding the woman behind the cloak, or some would say a mask. Not that I cared. Everything was fake these days.

“My, aren’t you something to look at?” she purred and fanned her face. “What do you think, ladies?”

“I don’t think you can handle him, Raven,” the blonde cooed, her look almost condescending.

Raven shook her head, winking at the others. “I’m not certain he can handle me.”

I glanced at the other two women, both attempting to look much younger than they actually were. In their skin-tight dresses and four-inch heels, garish make-up and exuding salacious expressions like bitches in heat, they were ready for anything; however, they weren’t my type. My cock wasn’t throbbing, nor would it be until I was ready for some relief. I’d learned control several years before. “Do you crave pain?”

The question seemed to take her aback. Maybe the other men in the room had no balls.

“Pain?” Raven’s slight smile brightened. “I’m not entirely certain what you mean by pain.”

I could see her hardened nipples through the thin material. The girl called Raven wasn’t fooling anyone with her pretense. She was a true pain whore.

“Look at his eyes. Wow. You are one dark and dangerous man,” the blonde murmured, fanning her face.

“You have no idea.” The answer was succinct as well as the truth, and I could see the words only fueled Raven. “I need your answer.”

Raven’s lower lip quivered as she studied me. I’d never noticed the way women could have the innate ability to size up a man until now, but she managed to catch a glimpse of an attribute she craved.

Power.

“You go, girl,” the blonde whispered, swiveling her hips.

“I’ll do anything you ask,” Raven said under her breath, almost daring to come closer.

“Then come with me.” There were stalls inside the building, makeshift rooms allowing for carnal activities. While they might have been pristine once, the areas were now little more than tawdry reminders that kink would never be respected. However, they were useful for what I considered the business at hand. This was nothing more than a transaction, a power exchange entered into by two consenting adults. There were rules, as with every profession, but very few were followed in any manner and no one checked shit.

I didn’t take her hand, nor did I offer any method of conversation. She would soon learn that I cared only about two things. Sex and whipping. There are darker aspects of BDSM that I’d enjoyed before, even sharing certain experiences with friends, men who had no idea what they were getting involved in. Playboys simply taking what was entitled to them. What a crock of bullshit. That had been a hell of a long time ago. I was no longer into babysitting of any kind.

This was the single reason I came to this wretched place.

The pre-ordered stall was at the end of the hall. A quick flick of a switch highlighted the once vivid space. The walls were covered in thick fabric, suppressing noise both inside as well as privacy for those in other rooms. This particular stall held a single apparatus, a wooden piece especially designed for whipping and fucking. I shot a single look at the girl before dropping my keys. Her expression allowed a smile to curl on my lip.

She wasn’t certain of her place or her requirements. Her demeanor had changed, no longer the fiery creature. Even her lower lip quivered, giving her apprehension away.

What did I care? She’d agreed to a session. She’d agreed to my demands. She’d agreed to accept whatever level of anguish I doled out. “Undress.”

Ooohhh – very tasty. Don’t you think? Thank you for being my guest today and here is the link for her latest book – Surrendering to the Bodyguard. Imagine the concept.

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A Sizzling Taste of…Inferno

I thought I’d give you a taste of the last in the Missoula Smokejumper series. Inferno will bring various stories together and of course, all my HOT men will be involved and the ladies they were determined to love. This is so bittersweet for me. I never knew as an author that you do get involved in the lives of the characters. Highlighting the beautiful city of Missoula has also been a joy. I hope you’ve laughed and cried along with me. I think I cried four times writing this particular story. That might tell you something!

Happy reading…

INFERNO – ANTONIO’S STORY (unedited)

“Tell me your kinkiest fantasy.” Her tone was soft, velvety, the kind of voice a man could listen to for days.

Antonio Giovanni almost knocked over his beer. His entire body was tingling, wild desire Infernobursting at the seams. And all from a single line. Willa had a look about her, ruby stained lips and long legs a man could lose track of time just admiring. “You mean whips and chain?”

“Mmm…” Willa dragged her tongue all the way around her glass, a husky purr coming from her throat. “Whips. Chains. Bondage. Beatings.”

Why did he have a feeling this girl was teasing him? Leaning over, he whispered in her ear. “To have absolute domination over a woman for an entire weekend, nothing held back. Binding her wrists and ankles, keeping her chained to do my bidding any. Time. I. Desire. Perfect.”

Closing her eyes, she shuddered and took a sip of her drink. “I like a rough and tumble man.”

Chuckling, he sat back, studying her chiseled face and porcelain skin. She was far too gorgeous to frequent a dive bar like this one. “Any other questions for me? You know, to see if I pass the test?”

“Let me think. What are you looking for?”

He studied her face in the dim light of the bar. “In life?”

“In everything.” She laughed and eased her hand over her mouth, her eyes twinkling. “I know, far too philosophical for a bar conversation. Right?”

Shrugging, he thought about her question. He’d met her maybe thirty minutes before. Two people in a rundown hole in the wall seeking solace and a hard drink. Willa seemed like a nice girl, far too much so to be sitting all alone. There were three other customers, scruffy and intoxicated, an indication of the kind of place. “Peace.”

“Said like a tortured man.” Willa swirled the swizzle stick in her drink.

“I’ve never thought of myself that way, but you might be right.” He was far too attracted.

Sitting back, she allowed her gaze to travel up and down, studying him from head to toe. “Tony. I can tell you’re more than what you appear to be. You’re not a paper pusher, not by a long shot. If I had to guess what you did, I’d say a policeman or maybe a rancher.”

Forced to resist laughing, he shook his head. “Not even close, except for the paper pushing part. I don’t think I could sit behind a desk all day. If I had to guess, I’d say you were an attorney.” He hadn’t been creative when using a fake name and wasn’t entirely certain he knew why he had, except for he didn’t need any complications in his life. He wasn’t looking for romance or a girl friend of any type. He’d traveled out of Missoula to spend the weekend alone, to think about what the fuck he was doing with his life.

He had a feeling he was being passed up for promotion and he’d spent the better part of a solid month enraged, almost getting his ass suspended from the smokejumping team. The last thing he needed to do was lose his job, one he loved more than anything in his life. Hell, jumping was the only thing he had in his life that was worthwhile. So, the trip had been on the fly, driving until he found a bar close to a hotel. To be very much alone, wallowing in a bottle.

Then she walked into the dingy bar.

Her smile widening, she re-crossed her leg. “I’ll take that as a compliment, but hell no. I couldn’t stand to be in a courtroom either defending or prosecuting lowlifes. That would piss me off royally.”

Damn it. He liked this girl. From her short fiery red hair to her provocative dress, she was the perfect objection to getting a good night’s sleep. “I know at least one attorney who might fight you on that one.”

“I’ve never met any attorneys I could call anything but slimy.”

“Ouch. Sounds like you’ve had some horrible experiences.” Antonio found himself leaning in, catching every word, concentrating on what she said in return. This wasn’t like him.

“Let’s just say I’ve had certain family issues over the years forcing me to seek answers. I didn’t like what I heard so I’m moving on my way.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

She gave him a wry look. “In a way. Just some time to myself, which rarely happens.”

He lifted his drink. “To finding out shit out here in the middle of nowhere.”

Willa winked as she lifted her glass, touching her rim to his beer bottle. “I can drink to that.” After taking a swallow, she closed her eyes, making murmuring sounds.

Fuck, if his cock wasn’t aching, thumping hard against his way to tight jeans.

“What kind of women do you like?” she asked then rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t that sound like a come on?”

They both laughed, and he wasn’t even certain what to tell her. “Truth is. I hope it’s a come on. I love intelligent women with attitude, yet women who prefer a man to be in firemen-sexy-2015,jpgcharge.” Oh yeah, he was risking the woman slapping him across the face and storming out of the bar.

“You mean in the bedroom?” She had a sly expression on her face.

He had to swallow twice before he could answer. Here goes nothing. “In the bedroom and in the relationship. Might sound old fashioned and I guess it is, but I think having one person in charge, and in my case the man as the head of household, is the glue for any relationship. Equality leads to more arguments.”

“So, the man decides the rules and what the little woman can do?” Willa asked quietly.

“Well, yes, with agreement from his little woman,” he said as he grinned, feeling the heat of embarrassment riding up from his neck. Had he ever admitted this to another woman? Even with Lila, he hadn’t formed any rational thoughts in any form. In fact, they argued the majority of the time. Then Lila had been over eight years ago.

“Hmmm… That’s very interesting.” She remained unblinking but seemed a thousand miles away.

Great, you Neanderthal. He shook his head and took another gulp of beer. That was one way to end a great conversation.

“A woman can feel protected as well as loved, secure in her environment. Pressure is taken off, allowing for a happier relationship. I bet the sex is damn hot as well.” Her tone of voice had changed, full of teasing.

Leaning over, he lowered his voice so only she could hear. “Sex is hot. As. Shit.”

Willa licked her lips in response.

Antonio was in absolute agony, ready to rip off his jeans as well as the sexy little dress she was wearing. He tried everything to squash his libido.

“Fascinating. I’ve never met a man who was so open and honest. Most men act like they want women to be equals.” Willa scooted closer.

Just enough he inhaled her perfume, the exotic scent filling his nostrils and driving him to the point of madness. His cock was begging for relief. Even using the term ‘relationship’ surprised the heck out of him. “I prefer to be completely honest.”

“That’s wonderful because honestly builds trust and that is something I must have. To break trust even once is the worst sin and unforgiveable.”

Antonio heard conviction behind her words.

She darted a look over her shoulder, as if making certain no one could hear their conversation. “Let me recap. A man in this case, being in charge means making rules, requiring the little woman to abide and obey or risk facing the consequences? She no doubt has an allowance, limits on credit cards, friends she can see. That kind of thing.” She had a gleam in her eyes.

“Honestly? Yes, although I don’t care about friends.” All the chats he’d been a part of with the other jumpers on the team, their time spent in what they called the Burnout club had been one sided for him. He hadn’t participated or had much to offer. What did he know about disciplining a woman? But he craved just that.

She eased her hand down the length of her neck, the tips of her fingers moving back and forth in a slow and easy rhythm. “Truly fascinating.”

“And your thoughts?” Antonio was mesmerized by her dazzling blue eyes, her high cheekbones and the beautiful cleft between her voluptuous breasts. He tried to force himself to look away, but she was far too captivating, igniting a fire from deep within.

Hesitating, she leaned further over, until her face was within only a few inches from his. When she spoke, her tone had changed yet again, becoming huskier, sexy in an unassuming way. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I agree. I think all women deserve and require a hard spanking from time to time.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now, his damn dick was pinched to the point he was going to have to find some sort of relief soon. “I think I’ve waited my entire life to hear a woman say that.”

His reward was her hand floating across his knee.

“Your turn. What do you like in a man?” The third drink had gone down way too easily, perhaps for both of them.

“That’s easy. Dark and brooding with a penchant for danger. Dominating with a heart of gold. Unwilling to take my crap for any period of time.” She giggled again, tossing back her head as she swirled back and forth on the barstool.

“I take it you’re a very bad little girl.”

“Very much so. Wicked in fact.”

“Then you do need a hard spanking.” He touched his belt on purchase, watching her reaction.

A slight moan escaped her lips as she nodded. “Yes. God, yes.”

Antonio’s heart was racing, electricity skyrocketing throughout every cell in his body. Taking a chance, he reached out, sliding his index finger down her cheek to her mouth. When she purred, he held his breath and traced a series of circles around her mouth. He could just make out her nipples pushing hard against her blouse, could see a hint of her lacy bra given one of the buttons had come undone.

Pursing her lips, she darted out her tongue, dragging the tip down his finger.

“Jesus,” he whispered and slid his hand around her neck, tightening his grip just enough as he pulled her further forward. “I can give you exactly what you crave, what you need.”

She continued licking his finger, moving her tongue up and down in a lazy fashion. Grasping his hand, she held his arm in place as she pulled his finger into her wet mouth, sucking in an exaggerated fashion.

“Would you like me to give you a spanking right here. Right now?” He kept his grip firm, his fingers digging into the flesh of her neck.

Willa eased his finger out of her mouth. “Yes, please.”

Hunger unlike any he’d known for years roared, sliding into every tense muscle. Tugging her off the stool, he crushed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue inside, tasting her sweet essence.

Clinging to him, she moaned into the kiss as their tongues entwined.

The moment became intense with passion, his actions becoming more manic, even rough as he shifted to his feet, pulling her close to the heat of his body. He pushed his groin against her stomach, grinding as he sucked on her tongue. Everything about this felt so right, amazing to the point he was overheated, beads of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

Willa eased the flats of her hands up and down his back, her fingers kneading. She arched her back as he held her, rising onto her tiptoes.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped her lower lip before sliding his mouth down to her chin and across her jawbone. He took a step back, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him as he walked toward the shadowed hallway leading to the bathrooms. The bartender followed with his eyes, snorting before tipping his head to stare at the television screen behind the bar.

There was no one to stop them or care what they were doing.

I hope you’ve enjoyed and happy Saturday!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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