by Donya Lynne
His lips skimmed down her jaw to her chin. “I would kiss your neck.” And he did, letting his tongue sneak out to lick a fiery trail from one side to the other.
Karma felt like she was in a vicious state of sensory overload. She was practically panting.
“And I wouldn’t stop making love to you until you came.” His breath washed over the skin of her neck, and his lips closed over her shoulder as he licked her. “Your first orgasm with a man inside you,” he said a moment later when he met her gaze again.
As badly as she needed oxygen, she could hardly breathe.
“Oh,” she whispered breathlessly. Apparently she could barely speak, too.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, and a heartbeat later, their lips meshed again, this time with more force. A quiet groan broke from deep in his chest.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. No way was she letting this moment go. All night, they had talked about sex. Visions of him in various states of undress had taunted her throughout their game, and she had felt his magnificence against the sole of her foot for at least ten minutes. They had fallen under the very spell the game was designed to cast, because they were unraveling into lust faster than a stripper takes off her clothes.
“Bite my lip,” he muttered against her mouth. “Let yourself go.”
She thought she had been letting go, but clearly he knew her better than she knew herself, because the moment he told her to let go, she found a fifth gear she hadn’t thought possible. Her tongue danced with his, and he groaned low and loud, and when she did as he asked and took his bottom lip between her teeth, he practically growled, and his fingers curled into claws on her back, pulling her closer.
“That’s my girl,” he said when she released his lip. Then he assaulted her mouth again, nipping her lip as if to show her the pleasure she had just given him. And it was pleasurable. Being bitten, even if only lightly, knocked her good side clear out of the picture, leaving only the vixen she had discovered in Chicago.
Passion rose in her blood, turning her into someone else. She was no longer sweet, shy, good Karma. She was lusty, sultry, bad Karma. A woman lost to her desires, driven by erotic need, who wanted to experience pleasure only a man could give. That only Mark could give.
He pulled away, and she opened her eyes to find him grinning at her, his gaze hooded.
“What?” she said, breathless.
His left eyebrow twitched. “You’re pulling my hair.”
She glanced up and found that her hands had curled into fists, and tufts of his dark brown hair poked out between her fingers. She quickly opened her hands and let go.
Of course, this made Mark laugh. “I wasn’t complaining. Remember, I like when a woman pulls my hair.”
“Uh, yes…” She sheepishly looked away. “I got a bit carried away.”
He pulled her down so that her forehead rested against his. “I know. And I liked it. A lot.”
For a long moment, nothing was said as Mark ran his palms slowly up and down her back. “I want to be the first man to show you what you’ve been missing, Karma,” he said softly. “I want to succeed where others have failed.”
Her bashful side made a subtle reappearance, and she curled in on herself. “Why?”
He caressed her cheek. “For one, I think you deserve to know what a really good orgasm feels like, don’t you?”
When he put it that way, how could she say no?
His fingertips brushed back her hair. “Second of all, I’m a man. And, like most men, I’m proud and have a big ego. I’m not afraid to admit it. And when I make a woman feel good…when I give her such intense pleasure that she screams my name as she’s falling into the most unbelievable orgasm she’s ever had, I take great pride in that.” He hesitated and narrowed his eyes. “Especially when I know she’s never felt anything like that before.” He paused to let his words sink in.
Karma’s entire body heated. They had most definitely sunk in.
Who says egomania is a bad thing?
Mark shifted against the couch, and she felt his erection press against her. “To know that I awakened that part of a woman gives me tremendous satisfaction, Karma. It’s the best ego boost in the world.” His gaze danced back and forth between her eyes. “So, the most direct answer to your question is that I want to feel you fall apart and come undone under my touch.” He took a shaky breath and closed his palm over her cheek. “My God, but just the thought of that…to see you, head thrown back, that heart-shaped mouth open as you cry out…” He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Let’s just say the idea turns me on very much.”
The idea turned her on, too, as in way on.
“There’s something undeniably sexy about you, Karma,” he said. “You intrigue me, and I want the pleasure of discovering you, and of helping you discover yourself if you’ll let me. Will you? Let me?”
As the air in the room froze and her heart beat in a wild rhythm, hope and anxious anticipation broke over Mark’s expression. His intense stare never wavered.
The most lascivious aspect of their pending affair pressed solidly against the apex of her body, and she had to force herself not to rotate her hips. How would he feel inside her? What would it feel like to finally have an orgasm—a real orgasm—during intercourse? Mark promised to answer all those questions and more.
What he was offering was more than she ever could have imagined. He was handsome, charming, intelligent, and confident in his abilities. He was the kind of man women dream of. And he wanted to be with her. Her!
If you want to change some things in your life, you need to change some things in your life.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I’ll let you.”
She bit her lip and a shudder danced up her spine as he smiled.
Mark had to be a magician, because only a magician could have made her behave the way she had tonight.
This was going to be good. So very, very good. She didn’t regret her decision to wear that gold brooch to work today one bit. Not one damn bit.
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Books by Donya Lynne
All the King’s Men Series
Rise of the Fallen
Heart of the Warrior
Micah’s Calling
Rebel Obsession
Return of the Assassin
All the King’s Men - The Beginning
Bound Guardian Angel
BLACK
Micah’s Bride
Strong Karma Trilogy
Good Karma
Coming Back to You
Full Circle
Banger Trilogy
Choose Me
Covet Me
Cherish Me
Savage Storm Trilogy
Coming in 2018
Standalones
Finding Lacey Moon
Little Things
Suspicion
Standalone M/M Titles
Winter’s Fire
Collections and Anthologies
All the King’s Men Vol. 1 (books 1-3)
All the King’s Men Vol. 2 (books 4-6)
Strong Karma Trilogy Boxed Set
About the Author
Donya Lynne is the bestselling author of the award winning All the King’s Men and Strong Karma Series and a member of Romance Writers of America. Making her home in a wooded suburb north of Indianapolis with her husband, Donya has lived in Indiana most of her life and knew at a young age she was destined to be a writer. She started writing poetry in grade school and won her first short story contest in fourth grade. In junior high, she began writing romantic stories for her friends, and by her sophomore year, she’d been dubbed Most Likely to Become a Romance Novelist. In 2012, she fulfilled her dream by publishing her first two novels and a novella. Her work has earned her two IPPYs, five eLit Awards, a USA Today Recommended Read, and numerous accolades, including two Smashwords bestsellers. When she’s not writing, she can be found cheering on the I
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Acknowledgements
Writing books is one of the hardest, most rewarding things I’ve ever done, and like raising a child, every book takes a village. From the readers to my editor to my cover artist, and to all the wonderful authors, reviewers, and bloggers I’ve met along the way, my village is full of amazing, enormously talented people. Far too many to name. If I tried, I’m afraid I would leave someone out. Just know that I appreciate every last one of you from the bottom of my heart.
A special thanks to Cassy Roop and Pink Ink Designs for the absolutely perfect cover for this story, and to my editor, Laura LaTulipe, who’s been with me from the very beginning of my writing journey, even before I wrote the first word of my first book. May we work on many more projects together.
