Page 7 of Foreplay on Words

‘Rival CEOs Carson and Melody hate each other with a passion. Will things heat up when a merger throws them together?’

Love-hate, classic setup. Another hot cover with a barely clad woman in a sexy pencil skirt peeling a dress shirt off a man sitting on the edge of a desk.

‘Coffee shop owner Blake is too focused on work to find love. When a clumsy barista falls over the threshold of his café, will they be able to create the perfect blend?’

The notes said the book was written entirely in Blake’s POV, an interesting choice for a female author. A woman wearing a man’s shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows was sitting on a countertop with a shirtless man’s face buried in her neck.

The last thumbnail didn’t load, so I clicked on it, making sure my tablet wasn’t glitching. I nearly swallowed my tongue when the image finally loaded.

‘Kayla has never had a problem with confidence, but she’s never felt fully satisfied. Will an incorrect address on a catering gig lead her to find someone who’s able to finally put her in her place? Caution: Mature Themes and BDSM’

Fuck. There it was. She wrote a book about BDSM.

Since I needed someone to fine-tune rough sex scenes, this might be the author to help me. The scenes didn’t need flowery dialogue and loving exchanges, they needed power struggles and all-out fucking. Things I lacked first-hand experience with.

Blowing out a heavy breath and adjusting my now tighter lounge pants, I hesitated before I clicked on the extended excerpt link.

A dialogue box popped up warning that this content was for mature readers and a little drop-down menu to input your birthdate appeared.

I scrolled through to find my birthdate and braced myself as the page viewer app loaded.

My pulse was already racing as I devoured the words on the screen with wide eyes.

Kayla could feel the atmosphere in the room change, her skin blossoming with goosebumps as she anticipated his next move.

She’d known that Michael enjoyed exuding power in his professional life, but she never anticipated how deep-seated his need for control was.

The blindfold shifted slightly as she breathed and tried to remain still. Her whole body was aware of every little sound his bare feet made on the floor across the room.

He was making her wait—building up the tension—to see if he could get her to shift out of her position.

It took control and patience to kneel—hands bound behind her back—with silk-lined leather handcuffs pulling her arms into a position that thrust her bare chest forward. She was thankful for all the 6:00 am gym sessions she’d attended over the last two years as her muscles flexed slightly to maintain her posture.

Michael had been extremely specific. Her knees shoulder width apart, tops of her feet flat on the floor, her head relaxed forward but not drooping, her shoulders back, arms extended, wrists resting over the small of her back and chest, and shoulders raised to the sky.

“You’ve done well, my pet.” His deep voice rasped as she felt something soft touch her shoulder.

He traced across her shoulder blades and down her arms—stopping briefly on the cuffs before it lifted from her skin. It was soft, smooth, and flexible. She found herself running images through her mind of the things she’d seen laid out in the open drawer as she’d walked into the room earlier in the evening.

“Very well…”

She could hear the floor creak as he slowly circled her in his appraisal.

“Uhhh,” she moaned as she felt the crack of the leather riding crop bite at the sensitive skin on the side of her breast.

“Ah, ah, ah. Quiet now, pet. You wouldn’t want me to stop.” His feet stopped pacing, and she felt the soft leather kiss the skin on her chin as he pushed up lightly. “Should I stop?”

“No,” she breathed out as her whole body was pulled taut. She was throbbing as she waited for his next move.

“Is that how you address me?”

The swift smack to her nipple caused her chest to jerk, and she bounced in place before she caught herself.

“Nnn-no, Sir.”

“Should I leave you here to think about your behavior?”

Kayla shook her head slightly before she was able to find her voice again.

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