Love Another Day Read Online Lexi Blake (Masters and Mercenaries #14)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Masters and Mercenaries Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
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Nope. It was good. That sex drive was roaring back to life, and she realized it had nothing to do with time or healing and everything to do with this one man. No one in her life had ever made her hotter than Brody Carter. All he had to do was walk in a room and her hormones lit up.

Another smack cracked through the air. One and two and three and she couldn’t hold back a low moan.

“Can you handle more?” Brody asked.

It would kill her. She would cry. No. She wasn’t giving in and crying might be nice. She held it together all the time. She was the one who had to make all the decisions, take all the blame and responsibility. “Yes.”

Rapid-fire slaps took over her life and she held on. Nothing mattered except getting through it. She moaned and felt tears slipping from her eyes as he kept up the torture. She didn’t count, didn’t think about when it would end. She gave over and let it take her, let her body accept his discipline and sensitize her skin.

The room went silent and it took her a second to realize he was done. There was silence between them for a moment, but it wasn’t empty. She could feel his hands on her, feel the will he put into them. He wanted her.

“Tell me how you feel.” His voice was low as though he was afraid to truly break the quiet communion between them.

“I hurt and ache, but in the best way.” She’d never felt anything like it. Yes, there was pain, but this wasn’t a wild attempt to release her tension or purge her demons. This was calculated. He knew what he was doing and there was no crazed edge to it. She was safe. She’d gotten to cry, to let some of the toxins in her system go, but in a surgical way.

There was peace to this, comfort.

But mostly a wild need she’d never felt before.

“Come here. We’re done with discipline.” His hands curved up and he helped her balance as she stood on shaky legs. He gently turned her around and she was hauled up against him.

So big. He was six foot seven inches of pure muscled male, and he overwhelmed her every sense. Even as she felt the ache in her backside, her pussy was warm and soft. Her body felt languid, but she managed to let her arms float up around him. One big hand was on the back of her neck, the other steady against her spine. She was pressed to him, her nipples rubbing against the soft cotton of his shirt. She felt the cool of his belt buckle brush against her belly and the denim of his jeans tangle with her legs as he lowered his head once more.

His tongue invaded, warm silk stroking her lips and then deep inside her mouth. She didn’t need to breathe. She needed this. She needed long, slow kisses that seemed to go on forever, as though he’d become as important to her as air or water. Every kiss took her higher.

She needed him.

The thought scared her, but she pushed it aside. This was for one night only. Tomorrow they would go back to being wary co-parents, but tonight she was taking what she needed.

He kissed her until she was breathless and then she found herself turned in his arms, her back to his front. His arms wound around her, sliding down her body in a slow exploration. She let her head drift back, resting against his chest as she let him have his way. His callused hands cupped her breasts, testing their weight and learning her curves.

He rolled her nipples. “How sensitive are you? Tell me if I hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. Nate’s only two months old.”

The only way he could hurt her now was by walking away. “I’m fine, Brody. His birth was natural, and despite the fact that he was as big as a freaking linebacker, I didn’t need surgical intervention. Please touch me and don’t make me explain things like episiotomies to you right now. I didn’t have one, by the way.”

“I don’t want to know,” he vowed. “I only want to know that you’re healthy and you want this.”

His big hand covered her belly, easing down her body, inching ever closer to the part of her that needed the most attention.

“I want it. I want you,” she managed to say. All thoughts of anything but that hand and its destination were gone, banished to the dark regions of her mind.

“I want you more than I can say. Let me show you how much. Let me show you what I want. I want this pussy soaked for me. I want it warm and wet and ready. I want you to see me walk in a room, remember what I can do to you, and have your whole body make itself ready for me.”


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