Wicked Design, book four in my Wicked Brand series, will release June 16.
This is Clover and Van Gogh's story and - wow - do they have a hot tale to tell.
Series Blurb:
South Florida just got a helluva lot steamier… During the day, the staff at Wicked Brand makes ink dreams a reality for their appreciative clients. After hours, this naughty crew engages in sensual delights as wild as the designs they’re selling. Their motto? Nothing forbidden. Nothing held back.
Wicked Design Blurb:
Handcuffs and trouble…
Clover wants Van Gogh. Bad. He's the hottest ink artist at Wicked Brand and makes her blood race. Trouble is, he hasn't noticed her. She's determined to change that. Starting with letting him get under her skin—literally. But then the tattoo consultation goes a little deeper than expected.
In a night of wicked hot fun, she brings out his sexy beast. Talk about a major transformation. Soon they're sneaking into the shop after hours to play with his chair and breaking in his new handcuffs. But when their differences start to arise, she's not sure where all this hot sex will lead...
Excerpt:
He had an artist’s hands, his touch precise, firm, assured, miraculous. With more skill than she’d ever owned, he teased her nub, alternating between feathery whisks and unyielding strokes.
Her poor pussy didn’t know what to make of it, her climax rushing close then scurrying away.
She twisted the bedspread. It was either that or bitch at him for not delivering immediate relief, playing with her when she wanted to come. Except she didn’t. She enjoyed how he revved her like an engine then let her idle, encouraging her mounting passion. Already he knew her better than she did herself. She braced for the ride.
He brushed her clit and traced her puffy folds.
Perspiration ran down her throat. Her fists and jaw ached from clenching them so tightly. She hauled in a much-needed breath.
A car horn blared.
She flinched, taut with expectation.
“Still okay?”
“Yeah, don’t stop.” She would have added “ever” but didn’t want to spook him with her overwhelming desire for them to be together. A couple everyone would envy and no one could come between.
He rubbed her where it mattered most, quick, hard, tirelessly.
Her orgasm steamrolled over Clover and hit with hurricane force. She trembled and thrashed, her clit too sensitive to endure his relentless stimulation.
He doubled down, going at her like tomorrow might not come.
She gasped but pressed into him, wanting more even when she didn’t, totally messed up.
The room spun faster than a carnival ride. Giddy, she yielded to his intimate strokes, her legs bowed outward, defenseless against him.
