Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemyβ¦. He wants to dominate her sensesβand her heartβ¦. Now if he could just find one who needs the rush as much as himβ¦. Introducing her to sensory deprivation becomes his new favorite obsession, and watching her fight fear is its own thrill. But when doubt threatens to send her running again, Quinton must find a way to master her sensesβand her heart. It sat flush with the floor and had tiled steps down into the shallow tub. He adjusted a few knobs, and the bubbling water came to life.
He turned to her. I just want to make you feel good. So, no blindfolds and no darkness, just pleasure. Do you feel up to that? Brave woman, once again. Go ahead and get in. I need to make one further arrangement. Quinton grinned, and tugged the denim all the way off until he stood before her naked as the day he came into this crazy world.
Did you just roll your eyes at me, little one? The water bubbled just below his hips, leaving his half-erect cock exposed and nearly at her eye level. Slowly, she complied. And he enjoyed every goddamned second of the water sluicing off her body. Over her breasts, her nipples, the curve of her belly. Legs open. Pussy open to his view. Rivulets of water running over her skin. A flush in her face and anticipation in her eyes.
About Laura Kaye:. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day. Gripping and seductive, The Deep End is the first book in a sensational new series from bestselling author Kristen Ashley. About Kristen Ashley:. Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire Dr. King had been assassinated four days before. Quite the dramatic beginning.
Her family was is loopy to say the least but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
