The Dare Collection: August 2018. Avril Tremayne

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       CHAPTER TEN

      Lily

      MY INNER ALARM nudged me awake just shy of 5:00 a.m., after the soundest sleep I’d enjoyed since my stalker problem started. I stretched, rolled over and froze as memories of last night flooded in.

      Heat surged through my body, pooling in my pelvis, before rushing up to engulf my face.

       OMG!

      I lay there, breath held, bracing myself for extreme vulnerability slash acute mortification. I’d bared parts of my past I’d never told another soul to Caleb. And then I’d let him use my vibrator on me!

      Weirdly, neither sensation arrived. Emotionally, I felt unburdened, like a heavy cloak had been lifted off my shoulders. And neither by word nor deed had Caleb judged me.

      Sexually, I felt...sensational. Like I’d won a grand prize in a contest I didn’t even know I was competing in.

      Great sex had always felt like a gift granted to other people, a sleight of hand everyone else had mastered but me. I wasn’t ashamed to confess that was the reason why I invested in the very best sex toys. But...last night...

      I came harder than I ever had...and we didn’t even have sex. I was one hundred percent sure it had nothing to do with the higher setting on my vibrator. The only other time I’d tried the highest setting, all I could think about was the noise and what possible damage the overload of electricity was doing to my clit. It ruined the experience.

      But last night I unlocked a previously unknown inhibiting door and been rewarded with an amazing experience.

      The memory of him crouched over me, big, hot, wild, with barely restrained hunger stamped on his face, his hand between my legs, and dirty, beautiful words pouring out of his mouth...

      Yeah, that certainly guaranteed the unforgettable encounter my instinct had been nudging me toward from the start.

      I felt empowered, like I could do it all over again, no problem.

      I gulped down the moan rising in my throat.

      Despite laying down the caveat, there’d been a moment, right before that incredible climax hit me, when I’d wanted to beg Caleb to pull out his thick cock jutting boldly against his pants. Beg him to fuck my lights out.

      His gruff, sexy promise echoed in my head, ripping free a ravenous moan. I wanted that. Badly.

      Except it wouldn’t happen until my stalker was caught.

      My stalker.

      My code.

      The SDM presentation.

      Reality drenched me like an icy waterfall, catapulting me out of bed and into the shower. Someone was still out there, watching, waiting for me to slip up. I clenched my teeth against the skin-crawling sensation that threatened to ruin my day and tried to regain my buzz.

      I never quite got it back. My mood plummeted further when an email from Chance buzzed on my phone just as I was heading downstairs.

      I entered the kitchen to find Caleb at the coffee machine. In the few seconds before he turned around, I hungrily ogled his V-shaped torso draped in a fitted navy blue shirt, tucked into tailored pants that framed his mouthwatering ass.

      The ass I’d gripped all too briefly last night before he’d called a halt to my exploration.

      He turned, two mugs of coffee in his hands. We both froze as his eyes met mine.

      The memory of last night pulsed between us, hot and heavy. His heated gaze swept down and up my body, its intensity heightening with each pass. I was glad I’d taken extra care with my attire.

      My black dress was a combination of a corset top and flared skirt, which I teamed with three-inch-heeled ankle boots. My makeup was flawless, too, with an added confidence-boosting layer of eyeliner and mascara, topped off with my favorite scarlet lipstick.

      “Good morning,” I murmured, eager for something to dissipate the charge rippling between us before I did something embarrassing, like stare at his crotch and wonder if he’d given in and jacked off last night or whether he’d kept to his promise to save it for me.

      “Morning,” he responded, striding forward to hand me the coffee.

      We drifted to the center island, both lifting our mugs to take an idle sip while his eyes made another pass over my body. Then he reached out to touch the silver star dangling from the middle of my lace choker. “You look...incredibly beautiful,” he said throatily.

      My whole body reacted to his words, going from zero to furnace-hot in seconds. “Thank you.”

      His eyes slowly narrowed. “Something’s wrong.”

      I waved my phone. “Email from Chance. He’s bringing someone else to the meeting today.”

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