When Roxanna Chase finds herself alone in her tiny hometown of Haven, Indiana on Thanksgiving eve, she decides to do the one thing she always swore she’d never do: attend Chatterfest, an unofficial high school reunion held every year the night before Thanksgiving at Haven’s busiest bar, The Watering Hole. After a couple of cocktails and reminiscing with a classmate, Roxanna is overwhelmed, and a little turned on, when her old high school crush Nicholas Birch approaches her at the bar. He’s still as tall, broad-shouldered and sexy as he was thirty years ago. Since he’d dated her best friend in high school, Roxanna had always placed Nicholas in a box marked ‘hands off.’ When Nicholas admits he had feelings for Roxanna in high school, the two decide to leave the bar together and see what happens next. They quickly find that when old flames are rekindled, they can ignite into an inferno that refuses to burn out.
“Relax,” Roxanna whispered.
She pushed Nicholas into the big leather recliner. They had gotten settled back at his family’s estate. They were in the guest room that belonged to Nicholas.
“I have another Roxie original to show you,” she told him as she stood before him and loosened the tie of her charcoal colored wrap dress. She let the light-weight material flutter to the floor and revealed the black satin corset she wore beneath.
“You like it?” Roxanna asked with mock innocence as she placed her hands on her hips and emphasized the hour-glass shape the corset gave her figure.
“Get over here and I’ll show you just how much.”
With her black high heels still on, she strutted the few steps to Nicholas. When she reached the chair, she straddled him, putting her ample bosom at his eye level. He wasted no time once she was on his lap and planted his face in the valley of her breasts.
He nuzzled the flesh that overflowed from the top of the bustier. Turning his head left and then right, he placed a kiss on the top of each breast.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as sexy as this before,” he told her as he ran his fingertips over the garter clips and the thick lace band at the top of her thigh-high stocking. “These can stay on,” he said of the black thigh-highs.
Using a strong hand, he pushed the top of the corset down a few inches, which caused Roxanna’s breasts to pop right out. The heavy globes poured out of the satin fabric. Her nipples were stiff peaks before Nicholas even touched them.
He wrapped his lips around one and trapped the other between his dexterous fingertips. Roxanna rocked backward at his touch. The movement pushed more of her breast into his eager mouth. Her pussy clenched and her clit swelled from his attentive digits and tongue. He’d only started touching her and already she craved a release. She ground her pelvis against his lap and felt the head of his rigid cock through the thin satin of her underwear.
“As sexy as this is, it’s got to come off. I have to be able to touch you, Rox,” he told her as he tried to pull the corset down her torso.
“Wait. I’ll need your help,” she told him as she hauled herself from his lap. “See, it laces up the back. I need you to undo it for me,” Roxanna said to him over her shoulder as she stood with her back to him.
“You know, this saucy little ass looks awfully good in those panties.”
He stroked the curve of her ass cheek with his palm. Her black satin tanga panty exposed most of her bottom. Without warning, he gave it a hard slap. She rolled her lips inward and released a slow shuddering breath. Nicholas landed another blow, harder this time. Her desire mounted with each slap until her pussy was wet and swollen from wanting him.
“I stand corrected. This saucy little ass looks even better covered in welt marks from my hand.”
About the Author
Ariel Storm believes that fantasies are meant to be explored, on the pages of her manuscripts, and beyond. Ariel fell in love with all things paranormal, magical and mystical at a young age. Her obsession with the dark, dangerous and forbidden began in her teen years as a way to rebel against her strict religious upbringing. Her stories can range from contemporary BDSM to new adult to paranormal. One thing will never change, and that’s writing scorching hot erotic romance with unconventionally sexy alpha heroes.
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