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His Every Touch (Book 3)

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  • Sales Rank:101,179
  • Format:Kindle eBook
  • Language:English (Published)
  • Media:Kindle Edition
  • Pages:35
  • Publication Date:January 5, 2013
  • ASIN:B00AXLL79E


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Synopsis
As Courtney continues to explore her sexual relationship with Vance, she begins to have doubts about what she’s doing and how far she’s willing to go. While Courtney is torn between irresistible pleasure and the fear that things are moving too fast, Vance must decide whether to reveal to her his secret.

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“Have you ever heard leather against flesh?” He stepped closer to her. “It's different than any other sound. Almost like the solid thump of a baseball into a glove. Somehow richer than a hand, softer than a cane. It wraps around your flesh, an embrace, if you will. But what I like the most about using a belt is the mental association.” He slowly pulled his belt from the loops, the hiss of it sliding loud in the otherwise silent room. “Now, whenever you see me wearing this belt, you'll remember the weight of it on your body, the crack against your skin, how the warmth spread through every cell.”

She swallowed hard, the hypnotic quality of his words drawing her in, making her forget the sting of his hand, the nearly raw feeling between her legs.

“And then there's the smell.” He made a loop and wrapped it around his hand. “Experts say that scent is the most powerful memory trigger. Expensive leather like this has a very distinctive smell.” He raised the belt to his nose and took a deep breath. “You'll associate anything with the same scent with this belt. You'll find yourself heating up, your pussy getting wet, your clit throbbing. You'll have to bite your tongue to keep from begging me to use it again, no matter where we are. You'll find yourself fantasizing about me bending you over my desk, over the hood of my car. Pinning you up against a wall in a bathroom, a changing room.”

He leaned down, holding the belt close to her face. She didn't need to be told to breath it in. She'd always loved the smell of leather and the idea that this scent would now trigger this memory, these feelings, did things to her. Despite herself, she could feel a new wetness between her thighs.

“On your feet,” Vance ordered.

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