to fuck you.”
“What? No tying me up?”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “You have no idea how creative I can be. But today I want you to tie me up.”
He was handing me the reins. I loved submitting to Harrison, but I enjoyed when he gave me a chance to be the one in control too. Two could play this intoxicating game.
I swallowed hard then grabbed hold of my bikini top that he’d discarded earlier, and wrapped it around his wrists, tying them to the pole of the umbrella. I was fully aware that this wasn’t about physical strength—because Harrison could easily have ripped the pole from the sand and been free—it was about giving yourself completely to another person and trusting them wholeheartedly. It was Harrison’s way of showing his faith in me. My heart brimmed with love, and every corner of my soul sang with joy. I straddled his hips and leaned forward, my hair hanging between us and my breasts dangling in his face.
He gave me a sexy-as-hell smirk. “Woman on top happens to be my favorite position.”
“You like when I have the control, don’t you?”
“Sure do, baby. There is nothing I can do but take everything you dish out. I can’t wait to see what you do to me.”
“Is that right?” A multitude of delicious ideas ran through my mind.
I could get used to this.
“Hmmm. And watching your tits and beautiful face is a bonus.”
“You talk too much.” I leaned in and shut him up with a toe-curling kiss.
Nearly breathless, I leaned back as my fingertips ran over the tattoo on his chest. “Karma,” I breathed as I read the word scripted on his chest in black ink.
“Yeah. Karma has a way of sorting things out in the end. Like with Parker.” He went quiet for a moment before he said. “There’s only one thing about karma I don’t understand.”
“And that is?”
A deep frown settled between his brows. “You. I don’t understand what I did to deserve you.”
Reaching up, I gently massaged his brow until the frown disappeared. “Oh baby, you deserve me as much as I deserve you. We were always meant to find one another—we just had to go through hell and back to be together. But karma showed mercy on both of us.”
“I have to agree. Karma’s about mercy and justice. Both in equal measure.”
I smiled at him. “Yeah, it seems it is.”
Harrison’s gaze settled on my stomach. “How’s our baby doing today?”
I rubbed big circles over my growing belly and beamed at him.
“I felt the tiniest flutter while you were away. I think Junior has started kicking.”
“Have I told you lately how much I love you, Eva?”
“Only about a million times. But once more won’t hurt.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Harrison.”
“And I love the baby too. She’ll be as pretty as her mama.”
With a deeply satisfied smile, I sighed.
Harrison would love this child with all his heart. He’d told me so and I believed him. He leaned in and kissed my navel, his hand reverently on the sides of my stomach.
Everything will be exactly as it’s meant to be.
*****
*~* THE END *~*
What’s NEXT?
Next is the final installment in the Scorpio Stinger MC Series.
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Book #5 will have not one but two weddings, as well as new cuddly additions to families.
Firebird Series: Lost in France #1
Lost In France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance.
Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city.
On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, winemaker and jetsetter, who doesn’t waste time introducing her to the Mile High Club and seducing her with his French accent and charming ass-slapping ways. Sizzling chemistry with her sexy tour guide leads to a panty melting romance on the Côte d'Azur and Alain’s chateau in Bordeaux. Can Rebecca find the love she is yearning for with her Frenchman?
Alain is perfect. Or so it seems.
What is his secret?
What is he hiding?
Rebecca loves her new job. It’s just her alpha male boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, she dislikes. And Maxwell fucking Grant doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman.
No, he wants Rebecca to himself...
Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she