REMEMBERING ROXY
I walked straight to the table, hitched up my skirt and bent over it, feeling so wild and wanton as I did so. This man made me want to do such filthy things.
Roxy is a modern, independent, kick-ass woman, who hides a secret desire—she likes a bit of spice in the bedroom. Will she ever meet a man who can satisfy her desires, without expecting her full submission?
Oliver is a man who loves some kink in his life, but doesn’t want to be tied down by a possessive woman. He also has a secret life that doesn’t bode well for a long-term relationship.
When they meet the attraction between them is immediate and electrifying. They are both amazed by their chemistry. But Oliver’s secret life takes an unexpected turn and threatens their relationship as well as his life. Can they find each other again? Or will their relationship be doomed to failure?
Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of danger, action, adventure, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
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We didn’t have much serious conversation. After all I could hardly ask about the price of gold when I was tied to the bed and having my backside spanked could I?
Exerpt 1
He fastened a silk scarf around my eyes, before spinning me so I was disorientated. I heard his voice from behind me. “Take everything off—except the heels. Leave those on,” he growled. Soon my clothes littered the floor. “Now dance,” he commanded.
The music was a slow jazz number, very mellow. I ground my hips to the sound of a sensual sax, bending and swaying to the gentle rhythm. I had a slight smile on my lips as I anticipated what was to come. I delighted in winding him up very slowly.
I couldn’t see him, but I knew he would be sitting in the leather chair, probably sipping on a glass of whisky. He liked these little displays of mine. He liked choreographing them and controlling my movements. He liked his power over me and I handed it to him voluntarily.
“Move that sexy little arse of yours. Show me what you can do. Be my private dancer. Make me want to fuck you without mercy.” I swayed and undulated my hips, running my hands up and down my body, knowing his excitement would be mounting until he could resist me no longer. How I loved to torment him. And how he made me pay, deliciously, for it.
“Enough.” I stopped immediately. He reached out and ran his palm down the curve of my back and over my bottom. “Bend over.” I did as he asked and was rewarded by his hand slipping between my thighs and stroking my pussy. “You’re so wet already. So sexy. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” From him that was a term of endearment. The more I was his slut the more he loved it. His touch made me groan with need. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down, over his lap. As my feet left the floor the shoes fell off with a clatter and lay at his feet. They wouldn’t be needed further tonight. My behind would be lathered and then I would be fucked – hard – just as I loved it.
“Does it excite you to be spanked out here, within sight and earshot of my neighbours?”
Excerpt 2
I wandered out into the kitchen, still naked except for the stockings—but at least now with a clean face and teeth. I wasn’t a person who was shy in front of a lover, even in the cold light of day. I wasn’t perfect, but I was comfortable with how I looked. In front of me, at the stove, was a lovely pair of naked buttocks—well toned. Oliver clearly uses the gym a lot. He turned and smiled. He was wearing an apron to protect his tackle from a splattering of fat from the bacon.
“Like the informal breakfast wear. Come and take a seat.” He pointed to the kitchen stools. “Unless your behind is too sore to sit. In that case you’re exempted from sitting. You’re permitted to eat standing up.” He was having fun with me.
“Oh I think I will be able to sit—carefully.”
“Let me look.”
I turned around to give him a view of my bum. I’d already checked in the bathroom mirror and knew the marks wouldn’t last long—but I kind of felt they were a badge of honour. Stripes I received voluntarily, which excited me, by a man who excited me.
He ran his hand over my bottom. “Not too bad. No regrets?”
“None at all.”
I sat down carefully, but any soreness was only temporary. Oliver placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. “You do drink coffee, I hope. I don’t have any tea in the flat.”
“That’s fine.”
“Bacon sandwich?”
“Sounds delicious. For some reason I feel very hungry this morning.”
“I always like a girl who has a good appetite.” He gave me a wicked look. “I’m afraid I’ve plans for the rest of the weekend. But I’ll drop you off home after breakfast. I hope we can get together again very soon.”
I have to admit I was a little disappointed our date appeared to be over. But hey, no point in rushing a guy like Oliver. Any pressure and he would probably run for the exit. I wasn’t completely naïve about men like him. He probably had women all over the place. At least he didn’t wear a wedding ring.
I did the walk of shame back to my flat, knickerless, with laddered stockings, and in a sexy dress and heels. Anyone seeing me would know what I had been up to last night.
Oliver got out of the car and opened the passenger door for me, taking a look, I noticed, between my legs as I levered myself up from the seat.
“You know you really ought to wear knickers with this dress.”
I grinned. “Perhaps I’ll stop wearing them, just in case someone wants to rip them off me.”
He kissed me. “Bye, Roxy. It’s been a great night. I’ll catch you at work next week and we can fix something up. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”
Then, with a cheery wave, he was gone. I took off my shoes and walked barefoot up the stairs to my place. My toes were still sore from the previous evening. My neighbour, a single guy of around forty, grinned at me as I reached the top of the stairs.
“Rough night, Roxy?”
I smiled, but said nothing.
“Are you sure the pics haven’t made their way on to the Internet?”
“Oh you’re a YouTube hit in the Middle East. I’ve been offered four camels for you.”
“Only four?”
Exerpt 3
I passed the morning with the delicious perfume of the roses in my nostrils. Engrossed in checking a contract, I almost missed a text flashing on my mobile,sitting on top of my desk in silent mode. When I glanced over I saw Oliver’s name onthe screen. I picked it up immediately.
Oliver: Hope the roses arrived this morning. Me: Oh, they were from you? There was no note. Oliver: So who did you think they were from? Me: I made up a short-list of about three. Oliver: And was I at the top of that list? Me: Well, you were pretty near the top. Oliver: I see. Perhaps I didn’t tan that hide of yours enough on Friday? Me: I’m sitting quite comfortably this morning, so perhaps not. Oliver: I’m wearing a rather nice black leather belt with my suit today. Do I
need to come down at lunchtime and remind you a little more severely, and ensure you have to stand up all afternoon?
Me: On reflection, you are definitely at the top of the list. In fact, you were the only one on the list for last weekend. So I guess I should thank you for the roses. Didyou buy up the shop’s entire stock?
Oliver: You’re welcome, and no. But I do like to make grand gestures.
Me: Of course the whole legal department is agog and wants to know whichdirector I’m fucking. They know no one on this floor could afford such an extravagantgesture.
Oliver: And did you satisfy their curiosity? Me: No. I don’t kiss and tell. Oliver: Good girl. Well, I have work to do in order to pay for those roses.Me: Me too. Thanks again. Oliver: Bye then. Me: Bye.
My first review on Amazon was very exciting!
5.0 out of 5 stars Who Says Bankers are Boring?
29 June 2018 - Published on Amazon.com
I thought I was going to be reading a simple straightforward spanking romance story when I picked this book but what I got was a first rate one, woven into a very good counter-terrorism plot. Roxy and Oliver both work for the same bank but they first meet in what they refer to as a kink club. They are both open and honest about their individual wants and needs and what develops is a very erotic and exciting Dom/sub relationship. The scenes they share are very graphic and extremely hot. However, Oliver has a secret that he does not initially share with Roxy and it causes some separation issues. This is the counter-terrorism twist. Make no mistake, though this story is short it is jam packed with spankings, sex, and action. Not to be missed! 5 Stars I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.
Finding Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine
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