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REVIEW: Long For Me by Stacey Lynn

Rebecca is a personal assistant to Bennett a man who likes to take control in the boardroom and as she later discovers his sex life to. After visiting Luminous with her good friends and seeing Bennett in a different light performing she finds herself more intrigued and attracted to the man than ever before and the feeling is mutual as Bennett knows he can give her everything her body craves. Their relationship soon becomes more than just a working one but there’s more going on in Rebecca’s head than Bennett knows and as a man who likes to take control he’s sure put through his paces proving to her they’re right for each other.

This is the third book in the series but can be read as a standalone which is how I read it, but I will be going back to read the previous two.

Fantastic writing with sharp, witty dialogue and a plot which flowed along nicely from page to page, it wasn’t all about sex, sex, sex which even then tends to be rushed in books with elements of bdsm. Stacey Lynn has done a brilliant job and I would totally recommend this to readers who love a bit of kink alongside their romance.

~Cheryl (4/5)

Excerpts

SNEAK PEEK: Long for Me by Stacey Lynn

“You look beautiful. For reference, though, when I have my subs kneel, they do it naked and with their knees further apart so I can see their pussy whenever I want.”

She jerked in response and I settled my hand on top of her head, not pushing, just holding her steady. “And before you say anything,” I said, dropping my voice. “You’ve pleased me Rebecca. For your sake, I’ll go slow tonight. I’m simply letting you know my preference. But you’ve done well. Thank you for not safe wording.”

She shivered, goose bumps popped on her arms and I resisted the urge to dig my fingers into her scalp. For someone so hesitant, she was awfully turned on.

“Tell me, Rebecca.” I massaged her scalp to calm her. And to touch her. Damn I wanted my hands on her ass. “When you’re like this at my feet, kneeling, how do you feel?”

“Not as uncomfortable as I thought, Mr. Ashby, but still weird.”

“And if I tell you that you here, at my feet, waiting to please me makes me hard as cement, how does that make you feel?”

“Jesus,” she whispered. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do. Tell me. Are you wet? Are you thinking about how turned on I am by this?”

Her throaty, raw and breathless voice cracked. “Yes. Yes, I’m wet, sir.”

Sir. Holy shit. Never had that one simple word done so much to me. It slammed into my chest and my fingers dug into her hair like I’d been trying to resist. Hell. This woman.

“Good girl. Thank you for your honesty. Are you ready to continue?”

“Can I ask—”

“We’ll do whatever I say. That’s what will happen next.”

She shuddered as she breathed heavily, blowing it out through her parted lips. I wanted them wrapped around my dick, my shaft lodged deep in her throat as I shot down deep inside of her. She was undoing me more than any woman I’d met and we hadn’t even done anything yet.

What the hell had I gotten myself into with her?

“I’m ready, sir.”

Yes. Music to my ears.

“I want you to look at me, and tell me what you want tonight.”

She hesitated, but lifted her head. As she did, I dropped my hand from her head to the side of her neck. I wanted to be touching her, wanted her to feel me at every moment of the night. My hands or my body would be touching her in some way, shape, or form until I left. Which hopefully wouldn’t happen for hours yet.

Heat seared into my chest as she lifted her amber-brown eyes to mine. Something like being branded with an iron, I assumed. It took everything in me not to jerk back, not to show her how much her innocence affected me.

Or the blush on her cheeks.

Or the glint in her eyes. She was scared, but curious too, and she was curious about something more than just submitting. She wanted something.

“What would you like, sub?”

Nothing like washing away the blush with the reminder of her place. I’d revel in it later. When she was screaming my name with my fingers bringing her off, again and again and again.

“I’m having a hard time believing I actually get to choose.”

I could have teased her, lightened the mood so she was fully comfortable, but I didn’t. It was much more fun to keep her guessing.

“If you can’t tell me what you want, I’ll decide for you, you know.”

She glanced at the floor, lips twitching. “Figured that,” she muttered. She lifted her head again, and gave me that burning sensation in my chest. Perhaps I needed a doctor. A heart specialist. “I’d like a spanking, sir.”

Not what I was expecting. Hold her hands while I fucked her, yes. Eat her out, yes.

She went right for the gusto.

Awesome. Because I couldn’t wait.

“Very well.” I showed no emotion, but I couldn’t stop watching her fight a grin. If she thought she was winning, she’d learn the truth soon. “Stand and strip. Then show me where your room is.”