Another seven from one of my works-in-progress, Rain On Me, accompanied by the cover reveal.
Zinnie runs into Ray unexpectedly in Charleston, just as he's bought a Pawley's Island hammock, a very popular item here in South Carolina. She immediately thinks of an alternate use for his purchase, but will her mailman deliver? Sightseeing is out, since a tropical storm off the Atlantic Ocean is bearing down on the historic harbor town.
(For those unfamiliar with this style hammock, here's a link to their website.) Yep, take one apart and poof! Instant bondage kit. Now, what did you buy your man for Father's Day?
Gusting winds from the harbor lashed the old carriage house, battering the dim second-floor room, driving heavy droplets through the sinuous limbs of the angel oak and across the deep porch to splatter against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The pounding rhythm matched Ray’s hammering heart when he realized why Zinnie insisted he bring his purchase inside the inn. Sliding his fingers along the thick cotton rope, he tested the cord’s softness, but stared at the stretch of bare skin between her jeans and the mind-blowing corset. Forcing his gaze away, he studied the wooden stretcher bars at either end of the hammock, easily picturing the wood lashed to her ankles, spreading her to his whims. He seemed to feel the storm in his groin, an insistent pounding that made him slide his hand into his pocket for his Case knife.
When he opened the blade and looked up again, he found her dark eyes locked on his face. The red gloss she always wore seemed to gather the meager light, accentuating the full lips he longed to see wrapped around his cock. Zinnie lowered the zipper on her jeans tooth-by-tooth. Each notch the fastener descended dragged him one step deeper into her fantasy.
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