Sexy Sunday Snippet: Now or Never by Isabelle Drake
Today’s Sexy Sunday Snippet is just what you need on this 4th of July weekend–hot and carefree. Now or Never is the first in the Invitations series by Isabelle Drake and published by Totally Bound. You can get your copy now for Kindle, Nook, iBooks and Kobo.
About the book:
Dressed as a sex slave and hiding behind a mask, Emily arrives at a costume party ready to make a former co-worker pay for not noticing her lush curves.
Emily grabs the opportunity to make a former co-worker she fantasised about before leaving for the US Peace Corps pay for not noticing her lush curves. Her goal—blow his mind with her sex slave seduction and leave him aching for more.
Wearing a borrowed costume and mask, Daniel accepts the offer of a woman eager to show him what she can do with the sheer scarves she’s untying from her waist. His goal—make sure the woman undressing for him knows how incredible she is and understands that he isn’t a one-night-only kind of man.
Excerpt from Now or Never, Invitations 1:
Everything had changed, especially Emily’s plan—seduce him, get him hot and bothered, hungry for more, then leave him hanging.
He stood before her, waiting for her to make the next move, a quiet passion brewing behind his mask. His energy was intense, hungry but welcoming.
He was even more mesmerising than she’d imagined.
No wonder he was able to get any girl he wanted.
But that was the point. She didn’t want to be just any girl.
Yet maybe there was a side to him that she’d known existed, one that he didn’t let show?
He leant down to place a light kiss on her neck, then whispered in her ear, “If you were the Master, what would you want first? What can I do to please you?”
She glanced down at the glimmer of colour coming from her jacket on the ground. “You—you want to please me?”
“Of course. A sexy thing like you”—a sensual smile slanted across his mouth—“if I can make you feel good, then I must be something special.”
Emily shifted, watching his response carefully as she asked, “I get it. You just want to make yourself look good.”
He shot a glance towards Gino’s. “I don’t think anyone is watching us.” Returning his attention to her, he leant closer to ask, “You going to kiss and tell?”
“No.” Her gaze skimmed across his tempting lips, and the heat in her pussy flashed. “Of course not.”
“Then”—he reached out and ran his fingertips across the underside of her left breast, causing her nipple to tighten obediently—“it’ll just be between you and me. As soon as I get you in bed and you tell me where to start, that is.”
“So…you really want me to tell you what I want?”
“Yes, please.” He reached down and ran his hand across the bulge in his satin trousers. “And hurry up about it before I change my mind and push you against a tree.”
“Against a tree?” Emily grinned at the taunting challenge in his voice. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
He picked up her jacket, handed it to her, then guided her back, farther into the dense cluster of limbs. “You aren’t worried about getting scratched by the bark?”
“I’m a tough girl,” she replied, stopping short and lifting her chin. “I can take whatever you dish out.”
“Is that right?” he asked, bending down to run his lips across the rounded bottoms of her breasts, causing the stiff edge of his mask to graze against her nipples. She panted and he pushed her against a wide trunk, then added, “You can take anything?”
“That’s right.” Waves of desire had made her wet and swollen with a need that couldn’t wait.
Now or never.
Emily untied the sash at her waist, letting the thin layers of silk flutter to the ground and expose her bare skin. “Get down on your knees and I’ll prove it.”
“You’re a naughty girl, not wearing panties.”
The tender teasing of his voice was low and husky, sending pulses of heated pleasure across her nerve endings. Her heart thumped and her chest tightened. Somehow she found her voice. “On your knees.”
The night air breezed across her bare thighs and curled between her legs, making her shiver with frenzied need. His attentive gaze fell to the shadowed juncture of her thighs but he stalled, so she set her hands on his shoulders and pressed until his knees hit the ground.
“Wait. Put your hands above your head,” he said, scooting closer to her bare legs. “I want to imagine you like that later, when I remember how sweet your pussy tasted.”
When she stayed put, he leaned in to place a neat row of kisses across her right thigh, then looked up. “Do it.”
Even through mask, she felt the strength of his stare, commanding her. Slowly, she lifted her left arm, stretching it above her head as she reached for his strong shoulder with her right.
“No. Both of them.”
She pulled her right arm away from his shoulder, lifting it slowly, feeling more and more vulnerable. She arched her back and flattened her palms across the rough bark. Once her arms were settled, he stood to take hold of her breasts.
“I won’t forget these either.” He licked each nipple, leaving them wet and sensitive to the autumn breeze. Then lowering, he took her hips and pushed her back, spreading her legs wider. Finally, he placed her firmly on the trunk. “That’s right, like that. With your pussy right here, hot and wet and waiting for me.”
He put his mouth on her leg, picking up the row of kisses where he’d left off. A shudder started up Emily’s back but stopped midway, her body refusing to release the expectant tension stiffening her muscles and stealing the air from her lungs.
When his mouth finally touched her pussy, he parted her folds with his tongue and stroked the slick heat inside.
Her legs vibrated with the effort of holding her up and she clawed at the bark, grasping for some firm piece to help hold her upright.
He cupped her ass cheek, his grip firm enough to hold her steady while his mouth remained soft and teasing as he licked her inner folds. The light caress of his tongue was too gentle, she needed more and he knew it. Each time she pushed forward, he moved away, turning his attention to her thighs or stomach.
The fifth time he pulled back, he tipped his head up and whispered, “Tell me what you want, harem girl.” He reached up and slid his thumb between the folds, just barely touching her clit.
Emily sucked in air.
“Say it and I’ll do it.”
About the Invitations series:
In Washington, D.C. USA, a city of glittering lights and all-night parties filled with beautiful socialites and powerful politicians, women can to go after what—and who—they want.
Waiting for invitations can get in the way, but smart, savvy women create their own opportunities for hot times and hook-ups.
Sometimes a woman who breaks the rules to go after what she wants can get in over her head, but if she’s with the right man, the more rules broken, the better it gets.