The mask dipped, her high dimmed, and Ava’s gaze burned me as she glared, but I didn’t react, was too fucking drunk on how she looked moving as I commanded. The glare dropped from her expression when I reached for her, sliding the tips of my fingers against her back, my head tilting to the side, knowing she wanted me, betting she’d stop me, praying she wouldn’t.
Ava seemed as caught up in this spell as I was, compelled by whatever magic had drawn us together.
“I want to control the woman I fuck because I want to make her feel good. It gets my dick hard to see a beautiful woman lose control because of how I touch her.” I slipped a hand lower, moving it along the back of her thigh, rubbing her over her skirt, over her round, perfect ass. “When you arch like this, and I slip my fingers inside you, I can touch you in a place that will make you come harder than you ever have before.”
Ava blinked at me, distrustful, but she didn’t pull away when I stepped behind her, moving my hips against her ass, holding my arms over hers as she leaned forward.
A slow tremble of movement quivered over her when I brushed aside her hair and let my mouth whisper against her ear. “I tell you what to do so that you weep with pleasure.”
Ava closed her eyes for a second, then pretended she didn’t, blinking away whatever it was— my words, my touch— that worked inside her.
Her stomach was flat, clenched as I moved my hand around her waist, resting it just above her pussy. Heat warmed the tips of my fingers there through her skirt, but I didn’t touch her. Not yet.
“I can make you wet, make you pant, remind you what it is to lose control and love the loss. But only if you let me. Only if you want it.”
It would be good, us together. Hot and wet and it would go on forever. For a second, I indulged in the image of us together, seeing it all play out before I straightened, sliding my hand against her stomach, to her hip, ready to step away from her. Then Ava grabbed my wrist and that thunder of movement in my chest stopped altogether as she brought my hands back to her warm pussy.
Ava glanced over her shoulder, holding my attention, those beautiful blue eyes hungry, anxious as she trapped me where I stood. No breath moved in and out of my lungs as I waited for her to speak. When she did, I understood that she was strong enough to destroy me. She was the most dangerous woman I’d ever known. She could end me with one word.
“Please.”
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About the Author
Eden Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy and romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next New Orleans Saints Super Bowl win.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
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Also By Eden Butler
FROM CITY OWL PRESS / PARANORMAL & FANTASY ROMANCE
Infinite Us
CRIMSON COVE SERIES
Forgotten Magic
Love and Magic (Forthcoming, 2021)
Haunted Magic (Forthcoming, 2021)
INDEPENDENT TITLES / CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
THE SERENITY SERIES
Chasing Serenity
Behind the Pitch
Finding Serenity
Claiming Serenity
Catching Serenity
THE THIN LOVE SERIES
Thin Love
My Beloved
Thick Love
Thick & Thin
My Always
SAINTS & SINNERS SERIES
The Last Love of Luka Hale
Roughing the Kicker
Offsides
GOD OF ROCK SERIES
Kneel
Beg
STANDALONES
I’ve Seen You Naked and Didn’t Laugh
Platform Four
Fall
COLLABORATIONS
Nailed Down, Nailed Down Book One, with Chelle Bliss
Tied Down, Nailed Down Book Two, with Chelle Bliss
Kneel Down, Nailed Down Book Three, with Chelle Bliss
Stripped, Nailed Down Book Four, with Chelle Bliss
Santa, Baby, A Carelli Family Christmas Novella with Chelle Bliss
Acknowledgments
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thanks to all those producers and writers who created the now defunct mob shows I watched—there were so damn many of them—as a teenager. I was very misguided about who bad guys were, but they gave me a lot of inspiration.
As always, thank you to my ride-or-die Chelle Bliss, for always believing in my words and kicking my ass like no one else. I love you forever lady, even if you come down with the cock flu one day. Thank you to Renita McKinney for telling me what needed fixing and making me pull back on the drama. You knew what Smoke and Maggie needed and weren’t afraid to point that out. I love you for it, sis.
Heather Weston-Confer, thank you for your eagle eyes, your wise words, your constant help and your beautiful heart. I hope your fella enjoys living in one of my fictional towns. His pee wee team always wins, of course.
Special thanks to Dani Sanchez and the Wildfire team, everyone who promoted and reviewed this title, and Becky Barney with Fairest Reviews for the patient edit.
Thanks to my readers, my betas, my street and ARC reader teams, my family and friends and, the wonderful creative minds who make Turkish rom coms and dramas. I’m freakin’ obsessed now. Can and Sanem forever.
Be kind to each other and keep wearing your masks!