that left his lips as she sucked him in.
“Lyse!”
His fingers thrust through her hair to grip her tight, but he didn’t force her onto him. No, it was more like he needed an anchor as she took him over, sliding up and down his cock, swirling her tongue along the base and into that secretive slit, swallowing the head when it reached the back of her throat. His thighs went tight and his swollen balls bumped her chin with every descent, telling her how close he was, how she drove him wild. She loved it, loved his body and his response and him, and when he allowed her to push him over the edge and released into her mouth, she knew beyond a doubt that it was her he was thinking of, her he’d enjoyed.
It was her he loved, now and always.
“I love you, wan. God, I love you,” he croaked, then dragged her up his body, impaled her on his still-hard cock, and proved it to her all over again.
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ONLY FOR THE NIGHT
She needs a Dom with heart. He sees the lifestyle as heartless.
Sage Lyndsey is in desperate need of an escape from the tragic loss of her mother and a too-public breakup with her Dom. Buying into Citrus Pointe’s bakery may be her best decision ever—a place to hide and heal. To do what she loves. But her ideal is broken when her new landlord’s dog steals her towel right in front of him. Now the hottest rock bassist ever, Hank Nash, has seen everything she has. Literally.
Even more shocking? That she’d like him to follow up with his very talented hands, bending her to his will.
Hank has enough trouble on his plate—his band is on the rocks and his muse is off the rails. Adding a spunky, sexy roommate is overload. Even worse, the urge to dominate Sage threatens his hard-won control. But he can’t give in. He’s seen what happens when dominance turns to abuse, and he won’t risk her, no matter how much she needs to submit.
Or how much he hungers to keep her.
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Chapter One
The sight of Citrus Pointe Market, even dark and closed up and quiet, was like a breath of fresh air as Hank pulled into the parking lot. His home. It didn’t matter if he was on the road with Weekend Washout for two weeks or six months, he always looked forward to coming back to the small town of Citrus Pointe and the life he’d built here. Not the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles, just to the north, where he’d grown up. No, Citrus Pointe was a sleepy spot on the California coast with a market and a pub and a beach, and that was about it.
He liked it that way.
Since sunrise was about an hour away, even Alice and Merry weren’t at the market yet. They usually arrived around dawn to start the day’s baking, but he didn’t see their cars as he pulled the Jeep around the side of the building and parked in the back, right at the base of the stairs leading to the second floor. When the rumble of the Jeep’s engine died, Knight stirred in the passenger seat with a quiet whimper.
“I know, boy,” he told the German shepherd, reaching over to rough up the midnight-black fur along the dog’s thick neck. “Me too.”
Knight rose to all fours to stare out at the darkness. Hank reached for the driver’s side door, and the dog gave a low bark.
“Stay,” Hank told him. He stepped out into the cool predawn air, closed the door, and rounded the truck. Knight waited on the passenger’s side, his amber eyes fixed on Hank through the window. While Hank had stayed awake for the past five hours, Knight had slept, and now danced in the seat with impatience.
Hank had been driving too long to do any dancing.
He grinned through the door at Knight. “Did you need something, boy?”
Knight threw his head up as if rolling his eyes, ending with a