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The Dom Who Loved Me

Copyright 2011 Lexi Blake

A routine mission…

Sean Taggart is
hunting a deadly terrorist, and his only lead is the lovely Grace Hawthorne.
She's the executive assistant for an employment agency Sean suspects is a front
for illegal activities. To get the truth he is going to have to get very close
to Grace, a task he is all too eager to undertake when he discovers her
deliciously submissive nature.

…turns into a
dangerous seduction

Soon, Grace Hawthorne
is living a double life. By day, she is the widowed mother of two college-aged
sons. By night she submits to Sean's every dark desire. She's living out her
wildest fantasies of pleasure - intimate acts of trust she'd only read about.
As passion engulfs her, a murderer strikes, and Grace learns that Sean has a
deeply hidden agenda. Will Sean choose his mission and break her heart or be
the Master of her dreams?

Enjoy the following excerpt from
The Dom Who Loved Me
:

What was he doing? He’d thought that he could charm Grace
and get the information he needed, but one little encounter with her had Sean
panting and thinking in the long term. He’d so much as told Grace he wanted a
relationship with her. And he did. God help him, he was crazy about her. It was
just one more reason to back off the intimate relationship with Grace.

Sean wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the
bathroom door.
 
He’d ask Grace if maybe
one of her sons had left behind something he could wear.
 
Anything would be easier than sitting around
her kitchen almost naked trying to explain that he didn’t want to have sex with
her when his cock so obviously did.

The sight that met him when he opened the door made him stop
in his tracks.
 
Suddenly every single
thought of leaving Grace further untouched fled as his cock firmly took
command.

Grace sat in the middle of her queen-sized bed.
 
She was completely naked and on her
knees.
 
Her palms were up, lying on her
thighs, and her lovely head gazed to someplace on the floor in front of
her.
 
Her eyes were submissively down,
and long auburn locks flowed around her shoulders like a silky waterfall.
 
It was the graceful position of a sub waiting
for her dominant partner’s command.
 
Everything inside Sean responded to it. He’d seen submissives waiting
for him in this position countless times, but his heart leapt at the sight of
Grace. This wasn’t some nameless sub looking for a good time. This was Grace.
She’d never sat in this position for anyone else. Just for him.

“Not on the bed, Grace,” he heard himself saying. “When you
greet me, you do it on the floor.”

She moved quickly and found the position again.
 
She never looked up at him, merely followed
his command.
 
Her red hair flowed freely
down her back.
 
It was wild and wavy from
the humidity.
 
It went well with her nude
body, making her seem primitive and tempting.
 
He took in every inch of her lovely, feminine form.
 
She was petite, but curved in all the right
places.
 
Her breasts were large and
natural.
 
Her waist flowed gracefully into
full hips he could grip when he fucked her.
 
She was the most desirable woman he had ever seen.
 
As though he hadn’t just had an orgasm, his
cock fought the cotton of the towel, trying to break free.

He placed a hand on her head and gave up the fight.
 
He would regret it.
 
He knew he would.
 
And he also knew he couldn’t walk away from
her.
 
He let the towel drop.
 
“Your form is next to perfect. Straighten
your spine a little. Those novels you’ve read seem to have the right idea. Look
up at me.”

Her chin came up.
 
Her
lovely face was placid.
 
Those big hazel
eyes were perfectly calm, but the slight curve of her lips gave her away.
 
She was thrilled with his response.
 
She’d known what she was doing.
 
His little one was going to try to top from
the bottom.
 
It would be an intricate
dance between them for power.
 
He was
looking forward to many, many years of such a struggle.
 
This was what you didn’t get from a slave,
this fire and passion.
 
She would always
surprise him.
 
Perhaps it was time to
surprise his little sub, too.

“Did you do as I asked?”

She nodded, though a little wariness entered her expression
now.
 
“I opened the wine, Sir.
 
It’s on the table.”

Sure enough, she’d followed the letter of his command, but
not the intent.
 
The bottle was chilling
in a little silver bucket with two wine glasses beside it on the bedside
table.
 
“Grace, I told you I wanted to
talk.
 
Did you have any intention of
talking to me?”

“Oh, yes.”
 
Her
response was bouncy as though she was happy he’d phrased it in a way she didn’t
have to lie about.
 
“I think we should
talk.”

He would have to be more direct. He hid the smile that
threatened. He was supposed to be in control. “Grace, are you trying to seduce
me?”

Now her face fell, and her teeth sank into her full bottom
lip.
 
“Can I seduce you?”

He sighed.
 
That was
what this was about? Did the woman not have eyes?
 
In the week he’d known her, he’d always had
an erection around her.
 
She was his
fucking Viagra, and he’d gone way over the “erection lasting four hours”
point.
 
He didn’t need a doctor.
 
He needed her.
 
He was far past thinking about the job. He
was thinking about Grace.

And he needed to teach his little sub a lesson.
  
“I believe you’ll find you can seduce me,
but first things first.”
 
He sat down on
her bed.
 
“Over my lap.”

He didn’t miss the hitch in her breath.
 
It wasn’t nervousness.
 

“I won’t ask again.
 
Right now it’s a count of five.
 
Every second you delay, I add on to it.”

Grace’s gorgeous, heart-shaped ass was across his lap in no
time.
 
Her stomach pressed against his
cock.
 
She wiggled a little, trying to
get situated.
 
Sean steadied her with his
left hand.
 
“Do you know why I’m going to
spank you, little one?”

“Because I was trying to manipulate you.”

“No, darling.
 
I’m
going to spank you because you’ll like it.”
 

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