Can a one night stand turn into something more?
Andrea has never had a one night stand. A divorcee, she meets Rad in a bar one night, and having no idea who he is, other than a nice man who offers to buy her a drink, she spends a night with him and falls in love.
Rad is richer than rich, handsome, British, and famous. But when he meets Andrea and has a one night stand with her, he knows he needs more than just one night with the beautiful, broken woman.
Things are progressing nicely between the two of them, until Andrea learns who her lover really is, on the very night she is planning to confess her love for him.
Can Rad convince her that she is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with, regardless of the fact he is more famous than she ever dreamed?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains a theme of power exchange.
But she congratulated herself before she should have, because as she stretched herself atop him, Rad clamped her in place with an arm around her waist, and while watching her face carefully, he brought his palm down on her bare backside once, not too hard, but rather experimentally.
Andrea gasped. It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it might. Indeed, it felt pretty good. The spot where his palm had connected to her backside was warming and tingling, and both of those sensations had a very short road to travel before they converged at her clit.
He watched her response very closely. She hadn’t punched him—yet, anyway—and wasn’t trying to get away from him. In fact, she was grinding herself against him seductively.
So, as he continued to kiss her deeply, moving his hands over every inch of her that he could reach, Rad also occasionally smacked her bottom. She squealed in surprise each time, which sometimes descended into a moan that had his cock jumping in search of her entrance. Other times, she barely acknowledged it in favor of flicking the tip of her tongue over his nipples, while undulating over him as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
But she never once asked him to stop—and despite the fact that he was rapidly losing his head—he was also listening very carefully for any sign that she wasn’t enjoying any of what he was doing to her.
And by the time he did, her entire bottom was nicely pink and relatively hot, but Andrea still wasn’t complaining. The last few swats almost hurt more than they aroused her, but it was a pretty close fifty-fifty, and she really liked the surprising connection between having her butt smacked and how undeniably wet she was getting.
Rad drew a finger up between her cheeks.
“Did you like that, honey? Your first spanking?”
“I did! It seems I’m doing a lot of firsts with you, even though I’m not a virgin.”