Temptation to Submit (13 page)
“That sounds a bit possessive, Finch.” Though she joked, her heart was filled with joy at his words. “Just as long as you realize that the same applies to you.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”
She brushed her mouth with his. “You belong to me, Sir. Every beautiful, sinful, tempting inch of you.”
Beneath her lips, he smiled. “Brat.”
“Asshole.”
As he kissed her again, so tenderly that she thought she might cry more, she remembered how frightened she’d been to give in to the temptation to submit to him. She realized that yielding to the temptation had freed her in more ways than she could imagine.
And surprisingly, she appeared to be what he wanted. It seemed like a miracle. “Finch?”
He squeezed her ass. “What, brat?”
“Thank you.” She couldn’t meet his gaze. “Thanks for—”
For what? What was she trying to say?
Her Master knew. “No, Victoria. Thank you. For sharing your heart. For trusting me.”
“I swear, Finch. It was my pleasure.” A giggle rose and escaped.
“Sir. You’re supposed to call me Sir, remember?” he said, exasperated.
“You like it too much.” She snuggled closer.
“I think you just want me to spank you again.” He laid heron the couch and loomed over her.
When she sighed, he laughed, and she bit him gently on the shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me. I love you, and yes, I do want you to spank me again.”
But as he began to kiss her from her collarbone to her belly button and lower, she thought maybe it could wait. He seemed to know it.
“Later, soniye. Later.”
Loose Id Titles by Jennifer Leeland
Declaration to Submit
Temptation to Submit
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The MARKED Series
Marked for Pleasure
Marked for Desire
Marked for Danger
Marked for Surrender
Jennifer Leeland
I never considered myself a writer…
I loved Harlequin romances when I was little and used to sneak them from my mother's bookshelf. But my father influenced me with Agatha Christie, Ngiao Marsh and Arthur Conan Doyle. I loved to write but never thought about becoming an author.
It has been a fabulous journey. I have a special relationship with my characters, who both annoy me and inspire me. And yes, they talk to me. In the shower. In the car. When I’m trying to sleep. Many have asked me why I write erotic romance. Believe me, it would probably be easier to write something my mom could tell her friends about. But I love the emotion, the conflict, the possibilities contained in erotic romance. When I read, I want to indulge in fantasies. I hope I can do the same for others.
I live with a Redneck, who loves to brainstorm with me on occasion, and my two dirt-faced Okie kids in the Northern California boonies.
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