This week, I has a wonder of what to tease you with. I seem to be having three books out soon, and it was ohhh which one. So I decided, arbitrarily I must admit not to use any of them.
Instead, this week's #MidWeekTease is from last year's Christmas book, which is on offer from Evernight for only 99cents at the moment.
I've no idea how long for though...
here's your tease...
"Do you love me?" Angie asked
him.
Cam cleared his suddenly dry throat, and
wished to hell he had his tankard of ale handy. "Why do you ask?"
"It's not usual for a couple to be
in love is it? Isn't it supposed to be convenient and expedient and a good
match?"
Cam nodded. "All of those, but love
may come into it." He hesitated. The air was still and heavy, as if every
mote of dust waited along with Angelina for his answer. "I loved you, I
still love you. I saw you, wanted you and soon realized that what I felt was
more than want and lust. You completed me. My life was unfulfilled until we
met."
She stared at him, and as he looked back,
the color returned to her skin, and she breathed erratically. Cam took hold of
her wrist and felt her pulse leap. "It's true, my love. It may be
unfashionable, but we decided we wouldn't be conventional members of the ton
and follow their diktat. We would be the Camberleys and make our own rules. One
of which was to mean what it says in our wedding vows. We would love and honor
each other."
"And obey?"
He laughed, and Angelina grinned at him.
"You told me you crossed your
fingers when you said that, because you would only obey me at the appropriate
times." Cam said, and tugged her earlobe. "You also, whether you
meant to or not, gave me an insight into your psyche. So if you do this."
He tugged her lobe once more. "It's a sure sign you don't really mean what
you say."
"Sounds about right." She knelt
on the floor in front of him, and looked upwards so he could see the mischief
lurking in her eyes. "And did we define when those times were?"
"When I demand obedience and you
agree, is something we worked out, yes."
"And, My Lord, just when are those
times?" Angelina buried her head in his lap, and nuzzled his cock through
his pantaloons. "Here and now?"
Damned
if it doesn't have to be.
Cam held her in place for a few seconds to savor the rush of blood to his cock,
which was now rock hard under her touch.
"Here and now, lady-mine. If you are
fit enough?" He tugged her hair so she lifted her head. "Do you
remember now what we do?"
"I remember, but probably not as you
think I do," Angelina answered, somewhat cryptically he thought. "So,
My Lord, you may have to guide me. And I may be speaking out of turn, and earn
that spanking I'm sure you promised me, but for fuck's sake, fuck me. I'm wet,
hot, and horny, the only reason I ache is because I want you in me, and if I
don't come soon I might well explode."
"I don't spank," Cam said. Has
she really remembered anything? Only the cheeky look on her face made him
wonder if she was pushing him to see what he would do. "I have other ways
to bring you to order, lady-mine."
"Damn. I keep hoping you will do the spanking bit." She
knelt back on her ankles. "Just to see what it's like. Ah well, sorry, My
Lord, it was worth a try. Okay, brat time over. I well remember how you
chastise me, and please, please, let
me come. I think orgasm denial would be enough to put me back in a coma."
She bent her head and nuzzled his cock once more.
The relief that coursed through him was
well out of proportion to those words. Thank
the lord she does remember. Orgasm denial had always been his form of
punishment, with every woman he had bedded, although, since meeting Angelina
Cam had bedded no one except her. He accepted immediately, she was the one for
him, and hang the conventions which said a woman supposedly indicated—in a
suitably subtle manner—to a gentleman, that he was the one. Yet again Cam
bucked convention. But then didn't his activities in the bedroom go against
what most people accepted? He hadn't earned his nickname of Dang for nothing.
Coined by one mistress who said bitterly that to take her to the edge and leave
her dangling there, unable to come was cruelty personified. He didn't disagree,
although he would perhaps have substituted masterful and dominant for cruel.
Cam was very definitely a dominant in every sense of the word. The only time he
wasn't in charge was when he handed the authority to someone else. Like, on occasion, in play with Angelina.
But did she remember that? It seemed not. So now perhaps was the time to remind
her?
you can your 99c bargain by clicking
here
Catch the other #MidWeekTease teasers here
Happy reading,
love, R x
