Stephanie
"Stiff" Johnson, is a tough Las Vegas cop who many men find too
intimidating to date. Steph begins to wonder if something is wrong with her so
she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who could be the yin to her yang, even if
it's just for one night.
Hunter Mason left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night Stand, he hopes to sample his options.
A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.
Hunter Mason left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night Stand, he hopes to sample his options.
A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Her breath brushed against his neck, inches from his ear.
“Yes.” The scent of vanilla filled his head.
“You do?”
“Beyond a doubt.” He wanted to lick that vanilla off her body.
“Why don’t you kiss me then?”
“Because you didn’t ask me to.”
“Why?” The look on her face told him of her bewilderment. “Am I supposed to?”
Hunter frowned, perplexed again. Could it possible? Within moments of meeting Steph, his gut told him for certain he could trust her. This woman could wrap him around her little finger ten times over and she didn’t seem to know the power she held over him. Could it actually be possible she didn’t know about her dominant role? Only one way to find out.
Stepping tighter between her legs, he grasped Steph around her nape with one hand and pulled her to him for a hard kiss. His tongue parted her lips and plundered her mouth. Instead of rearing back and smacking him, she leaned into the kiss and moaned. Exhilaration tore through him. A booted leg wrapped around his, heat radiated from her body, and he wanted to please her to the point she could only think of him. Never before had the drive to please been stronger.
When her fingers slid slowly into his hair, her dominance kicked into gear. Fisting the hair she so lovingly stroked, she took the lead in the dance, leaving him breathless and weak. The moment he gave in to the feminine control, conflicting emotions battled. The desire to take her fought against the need to be taken. A draft of cold air passed between them when she broke the kiss. Massaging the back of her neck, he trailed kisses along its curve and nuzzled a soft cheek as he loosened his hold on her.
“Yes.” The scent of vanilla filled his head.
“You do?”
“Beyond a doubt.” He wanted to lick that vanilla off her body.
“Why don’t you kiss me then?”
“Because you didn’t ask me to.”
“Why?” The look on her face told him of her bewilderment. “Am I supposed to?”
Hunter frowned, perplexed again. Could it possible? Within moments of meeting Steph, his gut told him for certain he could trust her. This woman could wrap him around her little finger ten times over and she didn’t seem to know the power she held over him. Could it actually be possible she didn’t know about her dominant role? Only one way to find out.
Stepping tighter between her legs, he grasped Steph around her nape with one hand and pulled her to him for a hard kiss. His tongue parted her lips and plundered her mouth. Instead of rearing back and smacking him, she leaned into the kiss and moaned. Exhilaration tore through him. A booted leg wrapped around his, heat radiated from her body, and he wanted to please her to the point she could only think of him. Never before had the drive to please been stronger.
When her fingers slid slowly into his hair, her dominance kicked into gear. Fisting the hair she so lovingly stroked, she took the lead in the dance, leaving him breathless and weak. The moment he gave in to the feminine control, conflicting emotions battled. The desire to take her fought against the need to be taken. A draft of cold air passed between them when she broke the kiss. Massaging the back of her neck, he trailed kisses along its curve and nuzzled a soft cheek as he loosened his hold on her.
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Romance Author and Artist Mary Quast
lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in
the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal
family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to
express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has
developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings.
Quast is one of the original writers for the 1 Night Stand Series published by
Decadent Publishing. When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance
novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips
and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.
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