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Blurb
Christa Barnes is baffled when the man of her dreams – or
should that be her wildest fantasies? – turns up at her sleepy little flower
shop and insists she has something he would like to purchase. But Johan Klaas
is an international diamond dealer and he is not remotely interested in
acquiring a bunch of geraniums, preferring instead to discuss gemstones.
Christa’s next unexpected caller is a motorcycle courier
clad in black leather and bearing a package for her. She opens it, expecting
the latest seed catalogue, and finds instead a fortune in uncut diamonds and a
note.
For Services Rendered.
See what you can make of these.
Johan Klaas works at the heart of the global diamond trade
based in Antwerp, and he agrees to use his contacts and knowledge to help trace
the origins of these particular stones. For a price.
As the relationship between Christa and Johan deepens, so
does her understanding of the way in which a natural, artless act of kindness
years before can start an amazing chain of events.
Excerpt:
Johan stood over her, his gaze intense as he
unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Christa watched, mesmerised by the
sight of his sculpted chest. He might spend most of his time in the financial
markets of the diamond trade, but Johan Klaas definitely engaged in more
physical pursuits, too. His shoulders were wide, the muscles clearly defined,
rippling beneath his skin as he moved. His chest sported a sprinkling of blond
hair which thinned as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers,
drawing Christa’s eye there. She expected his smart suit trousers to follow the
shirt, but instead he just kicked off his shoes and peeled away his socks, then
came to kneel on the bed between her widespread thighs.
He simply smiled at her, then shoved his hands
under her bottom to raise her up from the bed. Then he blew on her clit.
Christa shivered, though not with cold. She had never dreamed something so
simple could be so erotic, so utterly exquisite.
“Johan, I… Oh! Oh…” She gave up the attempt at speech when he leaned in to draw
the flat of his tongue over her wide-open entrance. He repeated the action, and
she believed she might melt. He inserted the tip of his tongue inside her
weeping pussy, and she lost it entirely. A kaleidoscope of wild colour exploded
behind her closed eyelids. Her body convulsed, hips arching up to meet his
teasing, torturing mouth as her first orgasm burst from deep in her core.
Christa was panting, amazed at what had just
happened. So fast, so fucking overwhelming. She writhed against the restriction
imposed by the crimson tie as he continued to tongue-fuck her pussy. She was no
expert, not exactly a frequent flyer, but she had enough experience to know she
could usually rely on a good ten minutes or so of determined effort from her
partner before eliciting so much as a flicker of orgasmic interest. Johan had
only to smile at her, tie her up and flick her clit with his tongue and she was
lost.
Bring. It. On.
Christa relaxed, spreading her thighs wider,
lifting her hips in urgent demand. She prised her eyelids open and lifted her
head to peer down the length of her body. Johan caught her gaze, held it, the
emerald of his eyes darkened by arousal. He was as turned on as she was. Well,
almost.
He paused to smile at her. “Christa…?”
She managed a smile in return, then allowed her
head to drop back against the pillow. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”
He returned to his determined, skilful work,
tracing the outline of her pussy slowly, deliberately. Then he plunged his
tongue inside once more as Christa clenched and bucked under him. He shifted
his attention to her clit, taking the swollen nib between his lips and
squeezing lightly. He slid two fingers inside her pussy, angling and curling to
find that sweet spot where—
“Christ! Jesus, Mary and all the fucking saints…”
Christa was almost sobbing with arousal as he brought her hurtling back to the
brink of another climax. Johan played her like a musical instrument, teasing
just the melody he desired from her body. She was there, hovering, ready to
tumble over the edge again, when he stopped.
“Turn over.”
“What…?” Christa gave a swift head shake. “But…”
“There’s enough flexibility in your restraints.
Roll over and kneel up on all fours. Now.”
His tone had altered, only very slightly, but
enough. A thread of steel now wound around those curt syllables and Christa had
no desire to test his resolve. He was in control, that much had been
established when she allowed him to tie her to his bed. Now, she wanted to obey
him.
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About
Ashe Barker
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Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a
variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage,
gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories
feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink
abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut
lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and
her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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