It's WIP It Up Wednesday!! I'm back with a little more from my soon to be released book, Bound. I already shared a few snippets from it in weeks past, but here is a little more to wet your whistle.
Bound takes place in the same world as my two previous releases Mastered and Cherished. You can read each of them as a standalone, or as a series if you like that kind of thing.
Martin has his girlfriend Melissa on a plane headed to a secret vacation destination. They had an incident in the airport involving a photographer and security, leading to a meltdown from Melissa. Martin has figured out a way to get her mind off things. Here's their rendezvous in the cramped bathroom.
Melissa cracked the door open and raised her eyebrows at him. She tried to shuffle back a step, but her feet wouldn’t move and she ended up leaning back to let him enter. “We can’t fuck in here,” she whispered.
He looped an arm around her waist, holding her close as he shut and locked the door behind them. They barely fit in the small space together, but her talk of fucking had him hardening in his pants. “You don’t think we can renew our membership to the mile-high club?”
She snorted. “No, I do not.”
He delighted in making her laugh, even if it was a scoff. They had imbibed in too many in-flight beverages and then loudly banged in a bathroom during a trip in their twenties. Looking around, he wondered how they had managed. “Pull down your pants,” he instructed, releasing her from his hold and giving her an extra inch of room.
“Why? What do you think is going to happen in here?” She rolled her eyes.
Catching her chin, he pinched until she met his eyes. “Don’t question me. Is this really how you want to start off our trip?”
She narrowed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Her chest raised and lowered as her breathing sped up.
“I have no problem being a hard ass. Is that what you want from me?”
Blinking back at him, she remained silent. A muscle jumped in her cheek. She was seething, and turned on. He knew his woman. If she wanted the big, bad, angry Dom, then he would give it to her.
“Do it, now.”
Never breaking eye contact, she unsnapped the button of her white capri pants and slid the zipper down. She waited a beat before she shoved them down her hips.
“Was that so hard?”
She scoffed and looked away.
Martin wove his hand through her hair and pulled her face close to his. Crushing his mouth against hers, he drank deep. Slipping his other hand between her legs, he felt her arousal coating her lips. “You don’t think we can fuck in here, but I bet you wish we could,” he said, pushing two fingers deep inside of her channel.
She gasped from the intrusion. When he curled his fingers and hit her sweet spot along her front wall, she gyrated down on him.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
I think Martin is a master of distraction, among other things!
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