Authors: KyAnn Waters
MIranda's Rights (7 page)
“And?”
“And…” She could almost hear his playful grin. “I liked what I saw. A lot.”
“What did you like so much?”
“Your gorgeous brown hair with just a hint of auburn, your hazel eyes and creamy skin, and that sexy pinstripe suit you were wearing.”
She let out a small giggle. “You can’t even see my suit below the shoulders in that picture. And besides, I didn’t know pinstripes were sexy.”
“What can I say? Professional women get me hot.”
Diana didn’t reply, just sat up in bed a little and let
herself
get hot at the knowledge that she wasn’t the only one caught up in a bit of lust here.
“Just please tell me,” he said, “that the skirt is as short as I like to imagine it is.”
She let her voice go a little husky. “Uh, yeah, it is. I’m a short skirt kinda girl.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
But I’m a
good
girl, too
, she reminded herself. Marc had the ability to make her forget herself, the self she intended to be from now on.
“So what kind of pajama girl are you? What are you wearing right now?”
She sucked in her breath—this was starting to get steamy. And was about to get even steamier, she had a feeling. “The white baby-doll tank and panty set from the catalog,” she said, unduly gratified to know he’d be able to picture the skimpy outfit with ease. They were employed by Adrianna, Inc., a maker of fine lingerie and loungewear, and Marc worked on the team that designed and produced the quarterly catalogs.
“Damn, honey—any chance you’re on a cell phone that can send me a picture?”
She laughed. “Even if I was, what makes you think I’d send you one of me in my little nighties?”
His chuckle was rich and full-bodied. “Well, maybe you wouldn’t, not yet. But I bet I could talk you into it.”
“How?”
“That’s for me to know,” he said, then shifted the subject back to her baby-doll tank set. “So, tell me, does the ultra-soft cotton we describe in the catalog feel as good against your skin as we promise?”
She smiled to herself. “Mmm-hmm. Very soft and silky, just like the copy says.”
“And do your nipples show through the white?”
Her breath caught and her cunt turned restless, tickly. “I’ll…have to check on that,” she said, aware her voice had come out more whispery than she’d intended. Getting up, she walked to her dresser and glanced in the mirror. Two dark, sexy shadows puckered against the fabric; her breasts turned heavy. Returning to the bed, she picked up the phone, bit her lip slightly, then answered. “Yes, quite clearly, in fact.”
“Mmm, I bet you’ve got very pretty breasts.”
She wished he could see the come-hither smile she knew she wore. “Well, if I do say so myself…”
He offered a light laugh before getting sexy again. “Are your nipples hard?”
Another quick wave of heat. “Um, yeah. They definitely are.”
“And your pubic hair? Does it show through the white cotton, too?”
What a wicked boy, she thought. And what a wicked girl she was, as well. For the moment, she’d given up trying to fight it. “I don’t
have
any pubic hair. I keep it waxed off.”
A slightly stunned silence met her ear and she enjoyed it immensely. “All of it?”
“Yeah.”
“God, sweetheart, you just made my dick hard.”
Her voice came breathy, hot. “And you just made my pussy wet.”
Another tense silence—but this one was pure heat, shared across a distance of over two thousand miles.
“Touch it for me,” he whispered. “Will you do that?”
“On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Wrap your hand around your cock for
me
.”
Miranda’s Rights
KyAnn Waters
She has the right to her pleasure…any way he wants to inflict it
Jase Ralston gets hot under his very blue collar just thinking about his friend and neighbor, Miranda Carlucci. Yet she can’t possibly be interested—not when she could have champagne, caviar and her pick of Vegas high rollers.
The bruises change everything. She denies she’s in an abusive relationship, but his cop instincts won’t let him rest until he finds out the truth. When he follows her to a BDSM club and finds her writhing under a flogger’s stinging kiss, his Dom instincts kick in.
Jase takes command of the scene—and Miranda—at Club Creed.
This
is what she’s always wanted. Pleasure, pain…and rough-around-the-edges Jase. Yet after his domination transports her to a level of subspace she’s never known, he leaves her—unwilling to continue the scene.
Confusion gives way to hurt…then anger. He’s claimed her and Miranda wants more. Even if it means confronting Jase and making demands of her own.
Warning: This submissive woman has the right to be silent. Anything she says could result in being tied up, flogged, and spanked. Law enforcement has never been hotter.
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Miranda’s Rights
Copyright © 2011 by KyAnn Waters
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