Sasha Cormick loves her job as a jockey for the prestigious Taylor stables. She spends her days training and racing the majestic animals she fell in love with when she was a teenager. No one suspects anything about her past, and that's no accident. Sasha has spent the better part of a decade running from her disastrous family and building a new life for herself, even if that life is a lie designed to protect herself from prying eyes.
When Sasha wins the race of a lifetime, she is brought face to face with the wealthy and enigmatic owner of Taylor Stables, Damien Taylor. Now, Sasha is not sure how much longer she can continue to keep her secrets from Damien as he helps her explore the boundaries of passion.
As Sasha's whirlwind relationship with Damien develops, a ghost from her past returns to threaten the life she had worked so hard to build for herself.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
He voice was all icy control but she could already see the erection
straining at the front of his pants. Sasha licked her lips. Wanting to kiss
him, wanting so much but afraid to ask. She unzipped the dress and stepped out
of it, reaching down to pluck off her shoes.
"Leave on the shoes."
In her bra and panties, her high heels, she stood watching him, watching
her.
"Now, the bra. And panties. Take them off slowly."
He pushed himself away from the door and toward her, his walk even more
feline that what she'd noticed before. He stopped with only two feet between
them, watched her with eyes that missed nothing as she reached back to unsnap
her bra then took it off. She heard him take a rough breath as her breasts
tumbled free. They weren't large, only C cups, but on someone so short and so
thin, she knew their size looked almost melon-like. At least that's what one of
her foster mother's had said to her years ago. She roughly pushed the thought
from her mind, refusing to let any of those past years ruin her present joy.
"God!" Damien stared at her breasts, his lips slightly parted, as
if he imagined himself already suckling from her.
He hissed as if to take a move toward her, but stopped himself. "Now,
the panties."
She hooked her thumbs in the edges of the plain black cotton and pulled
them down her thighs. Sasha bit her lip as the underwear pulled away from her
wet sex, exposing the lush dark bush, the clitoris already poking its head out
and begging for attention. The heated want slithered through her body as he
devoured her with his glittering eyes. She stood before him, her breasts
trembling with each breath she took, not sure what to expect.
It had been a long time since she'd allowed a man to touch her. Almost two
years. In that time, her body had wracked her with its needs; but she'd ignored
those needs in favor of her career. Suddenly with Damien's eyes on her breasts
and on her damp sex, she felt the emptiness of every one of those seven hundred
and thirty days of celibacy. She wanted him. She wanted him so badly she could
almost feel him pushing at the back of her throat. Sasha whimpered softly in
her need.
Touch me, she almost begged him.
Touch me, please.Then, he touched her.
| Country | USA |
| Author | Sherilyn Gray |
| Binding | Kindle Edition |
| Format | Kindle eBook |
| IsAdultProduct | |
| NumberOfPages | 249 |
| PublicationDate | 2013-05-05 |
| ReleaseDate | 2013-05-05 |
