Punishing the naughty zombie hunter in Sexy to Go
We love variety at Sexy to Go and the Sexy to Go Paranormal volume is no exception. Yes, we have shifters but we also have elemental muses, a sea monster and a zombie hunter. She doesn’t shift, but well, you could say her mood shifts dramatically once she’s strung up and interrogated by a sexy federal agent!
Federal agent Mitchell gets the surprise of his life when he finds his supposed pencil-pushing girlfriend flaming zombies on the outskirts of town. Not only is it highly illegal but it’s dangerous as hell and the sight twists Mitchell’s guts into a tight knot. One that has to be released… So agent Mitchell makes a few knots of his own.
It takes a woman with a special kind of grit to like living dangerously. Marguerite is such a woman, and after a hard day’s work flaming zombies, she’s ready for a night of hot sex. Only her boyfriend is set on grilling her and then giving her the punishment she so richly deserves. Will Marguerite be able to withstand that much pleasure?
Red-Handed by Tara Quan
When Marguerite gets caught testing flame-throwers on unsuspecting zombies, she finds herself at the mercy of a sexy federal agent. Dominated, bound, and bared to the skin, this closet submissive faces a night of creative interrogation—one she can’t wait to enjoy.
Facing her, he bent down until his hot breath warmed her cleavage. His free hand splayed between her shoulder blades, he closed his mouth over her sensitized nipple. His teeth scraped the abused tip. He swirled his tongue.
Her ears roared, the steady beat mirroring her pounding heart. The soft whirr from the air vents harmonized with her truncated pants. When she attempted to steady her breathing, she caught whiffs of his minty shampoo. Through the innocuous cloak, she deciphered hints of cinnamon, along with the scent of leather and sweat.
Her hair clung to her clammy cheeks and shoulders, her lung capacity seemingly halved. His stubbled jaw abraded her tender flesh. His mouth blazed hot enough to scorch.
Her lids drifted shut. He feasted on her, sucking and taunting. All the while, the crop’s end rested on her exposed ass, the cold contact reminding her their game was far from done.
He switched to her other breast and began his torture anew. With lazy laves and quick nips, he sharpened her arousal to a razor’s edge. When fulfillment shimmered a hair’s breadth beyond her grasp, the torment ended so abruptly she attempted to kick him.
He dropped her, and she fell against the cuffs with a frustrated moan. Forcing her lids up, she stared into his smug, emerald eyes.
After waiting for her to cool down, he inserted his hand between her legs and traced her opening with his middle finger. When she shuddered, he whacked her ass with the crop, hard enough it burned for several seconds after.
She didn’t bother to pretend outrage. She wanted more, needed oblivion with a ferocity that bordered on madness. “Mitchell…. Please….”
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