#MySexySaturday {34}: Secret Project (MFM BDSM)

Well it's one again time for some #MySexySaturday fun! And of course, I'm once more off on another show choir trip - can't you tell I'm a band/music mom?  Crazy huh?  Anyway I thought I'd leave you with a sexy snippet from my secret project. Enjoy. And I'll try to make it around to the rest of the peeps via my smart phone.  So keep hopping!

Dakota 

Snippet: 

Konnor resisted the urge to pull Kelsey even tighter against him – to let her feel how she affected him. But his common sense told him that he should slow down, not grope her in his office, but he was having a hard time listening. Like Kip he’d been waiting patiently, attempting to woo her to their sides, but her ready agreement with Eugenia made him realize, that perhaps he should’ve been straight forward with Kelsey. Told her out right that he and Kip wanted to date her, and eventually share not only their lives but their bed with her.

“They’ll wait.” Unable to resist he whispered the words against the tip of her ear. When she shivered against him, he wanted to crow in triumph. She wasn’t as immune to his presence as she tried to portray. He couldn’t wait to see how she reacted when he and Kip pressed her between them.

“But…”

Her protest trailed off as he liberated the files from her grasp. After setting them on the top of the filing cabinet, he allowed her to turn to face him. Her expression was blank but he could see the simmer of something hot in her eyes. Something he wanted to stoke like embers until her fiery passion ate away her formidable control.

“But nothing.” He placed a palm on either side of her head against the dark teak surface of the door, effectively denying her an escape route while invading her personal space. He kept eye contact with her, not moving any closer but letting his desire for her creep into his gaze. “You told Mrs. Neff about both Kip’s and I’s personal business. Where I come from, only a man’s girl-friend or wife offers up such things or is consider a gossip of the worst sort.” 

Her cheeks flushed before she nibbled at her lower lip with even white teeth. The urge to be the one sampling her lush lower lip was distracting but he forced himself to focus. “And is something you have never done in front of client.” 

She looked down and to the left. His breath hissed out the undeniable submissive gesture. He bet she wasn't even aware she did it on the rare occasions he or Kip called her on the floor for some minor mistake. The first time she’d done it, he’d nearly ripped the seams of his tailored dress slacks. As had his brother. But now wasn't the time for evasion. He needed answers before he made a fool of himself by laying everything on the line. “Look at me, Kelsey."

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