French Kiss (Decadence Nights Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
He enjoyed the way the rosy blush of her cheeks spread down her throat and across the tops of her tempting round breasts. Close to forty and after two children, they were still firm, despite their ample size. Her belly was flat, her hips shapely and her divine ass, high and tight with enough flesh to jiggle delightfully when he swatted it. He did so now as she turned and set her dress on the nearby shelf. “Step up to the cross, facing it,” he ordered when her eyes came to his after the blow, which was really very gentle by his standards. She was in for a surprise, however, since he planned to push her past the arbitrary and quite ridiculous restriction she had set on pain. It was what she needed and short of a safeword, what he needed to give her. They would clear the air between them once and for all, in that he was determined. He cuffed her wrists, latching the rings to the eyebolts in the far end of each cross beam above her head.
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