Book Title: Lucky (An Elite Doms of Washington book)
By: Elizabeth SaFleur
Published by: Troll River Publications
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Synopsis
When a man tells you who he is, believe him
Billionaire entertainment investor and resolute bachelor Derek
Damon Wright learned at a young age women were trouble. He’s unprepared for
dancer Samantha Rose who walks into his thirteenth, Washington DC nightclub
opening with an authenticity and passion for life that quickly rocks his jaded,
albeit privileged, world.
Samantha, an aerial artist and dance studio owner, hasn’t been
lucky in love, and falling for the charismatic and Dominant Derek won’t draw
her closer to her greatest dream of having a baby. Yet she’s
helpless to resist his charm and sophisticated world of private jets, Caribbean
islands and the sexual pleasures of dominance and submission.
As their whirlwind romance progresses, past mistakes rise up to
threaten their future. Only when they rely on each other for safe haven do they
find the answer to their dreams.
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Excerpt
Sexy excerpt
from Lucky, an Elite Doms of Washington book. Expect
intrigue, romance and BDSM elements in this series that shows not all power in
D.C. is wielded by politicians. Lucky is the
fourth story in the series, but each book is a stand-alone with no
cliff-hangers.
With deft fingers,
he lowered her zipper. The faint zlip was the only sound to accompany the
tick-tock of the clock on the sideboard credenza.
Straps fell over
her shoulders followed by her dress falling to the ground. The scratch over her
belly awoke something inside her. She turned so she could see his eyes, more
gray when before they’d been blue-green.
Freed from the
armor of her dress, everything about him seemed larger than she recalled. His
height was greater, his shoulders broader. The pronounced angles in his face
drew more elegant lines than she’d appreciated earlier. Even that gentlemanly
vibe he threw off was grander.
On the drive home,
she had tried to talk herself out of going any further with him.
She’d listed what
little she knew about Derek Wright: kind but direct, confident but with
unsettled eyes, normal yet breathed the rarefied air of a privileged world.
In the car, she
came down to one reason to be here with him, right now, like this, with her
dress puddled at her feet. She wanted to be.
His hands reached
around her ribcage. His eyes never left her face as he unsnapped her bra with
one hand.
“Wow.” She hadn’t
meant to say it aloud. But his bra removal skill, and resulting smirk from her
remark, said he probably could do many other things with those hands. She was
going to find out. Her bra made a soft slap as it hit the ground.
When his gaze
locked on the sight of her bare breasts, a deluge of feminine power solidified
her earlier decision.
He would
honestly appreciate her. Respect wasn’t anything she’d
thought of before, not really. What a mistake, because now as she stood before
a man who honored her thoughts and feelings, respect was all she could think
of.
“Wow, indeed.” He
reseated her on the table. He leaned his hands on either side of her legs and
gazed down at her intently for one, endless minute.
“You like?” she
asked.
He grasped her ass
and yanked her to the edge so her crotch connected with his. “I like.”
So did she, because
now she knew his size. Cindy would have been impressed.
His hands cradled
her face. As his fingers massaged the back of her skull, his eyes roamed over
every inch of her heated cheeks.
“Do you like
surprises?” he asked. “Cameras notwithstanding.”
“Love them.”
“Good. This one
time I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do. Next time, I won’t.”
There was going to
be a next time? “Okay.”
“First, I’m going
to kiss you so hard you’ll lose your ability to stand. You’ll be short of
breath. Your world will become my mouth.”
Good
start.
“Then I’m going to
rip that thong off you. I’ll send something tomorrow to replace it. But only so
I can rip it off again because I know one thing, Samantha Rose.”
“What?” she
breathed.
“Once I’m inside
you, I’m going to want to be there all the time. Deep inside.” On his last
words, he ground his pelvis against her now soaked panties.
Yes,
please.
His mouth came down
on hers. He did rude things with his lips and tongue. True to his word, she was
breathless by the time he stopped.
His fingers wound
their way through her hair and pulled her head back gently but with intention.
The fingers of his other hand slipped into her thong and he yanked–hard. A
thrill ran through her whole body at a telltale ripping sound—until the tear
stopped. Stupid lycra material. She wanted the fabric to be
shredded so he could ravage her like he’d promised.
He chuckled
slightly. “Best laid plans . . .”
She choked back a
return laugh when he whisked her panties down her legs in a nanosecond. Being
stripped of her dress and exposed to him fully, touched a vulnerable place
inside her, as if her earlier courage lay in a heap at her feet along with her
dress.
“Hey, no fair. I’m
naked and you’re not.”
He fisted her hair
a little tighter. “We’ll get there.”
“When?” The lights
were bright in the kitchen.
“You would be fun
to tie up.”
Her mind’s eye
wrapped her in a series of rope patterns. She could almost feel the itch. She
licked her lips. “Okay.”
His eyes narrowed a
bit. “Into bondage, are we?”
“Maybe.” She’d be
into anything this man was into because her insides were ready to explode.
“Too bad we don’t
have some of that parachute silk here. I could wrap them around these . . .” He
regarded one leg. “. . . incredibly luscious legs and keep them still. Though
I’d rather like seeing you come undone.” The vision of all the positions he
could put them into tumbled into her mind. Yes, please.
He brought his lips
and hot breath close to her ear. “And once I have you bound and helpless, how
should I take you? Missionary? From behind? Against the wall?” He pulled back
to face her. “Or all ways?”
She inched her legs
further apart, and nodded.
~~~~~
Derek dropped his
hold on her hair and stepped backward. This woman was too good to be true.
Was she fishing for
his sexual proclivities? Nothing about her spoke of seeking gossip or blackmail
material, and she appeared quite sensitive to that possibility for herself. He
dismissed his suspicions.
Was he being
careless? Probably. He didn’t care. His cock overruled any over-thinking on
that front. He had to be inside this woman. Now.
He supposed he
should have stopped to further assess her scene play experience, but where
would she have encountered kink? In some kid’s shared apartment with play toy handcuffs
and a tickler?
That conversation
would come later—and there would be a later. He was certain of that fact given
the saucy curiosity he read on her face.
Her inexperience
demanding to be overturned intrigued him. She’d called him a gentleman. He was.
When shown a door, he’d been taught to open it.
For him, she was a
place he hadn’t yet visited or a fantastic book he hadn’t yet read. So much to
discover, and not only because she was uncharted territory for him. He got to be new to her.
He unbuckled his
belt. After zipping it through the loops, he doubled it in his hand and waited.
He assessed her breathing, where her eyes landed, what she did with her
hands—all signs of whether she was turned on or scared.
The hungry look in
her eyes and her pink tongue reaching out to touch her lip strengthened his
resolve to keep going. He wasn’t yet sure if she fueled his dominance on
purpose or by accident.
He laid the belt
next to her. She didn’t flinch when the leather touched her thigh.
After peeling off
his jacket and casually draping it over one of the chairs, he rolled up his
shirtsleeves. He stopped her hands from reaching out to touch him.
“No helping,
ballerina. Hands back by your sides. Palms on the table.” He purposefully
increased the volume of his voice for effect. Her delicious pout made his mouth
water. Such beautiful lips.
“You’re going to
help me in other ways. In fact . . .” He lowered his zipper. “. . . in many,
other ways.”
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