OUT OF BOUNDS

CAPA NOMINEE, BEST EROTIC CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE, 2006

 


Cover art by Syneca

Young love that had to end…
He loved his rag doll, pretty Dani Murdock from the wrong side of the tracks. But they were only kids and his parents objected. She didn’t have the self-confidence to defy them, so she ran away.

Lust destined to be satisfied…

Twelve years later, all-pro quarterback Brand Carendon rediscovers his first love…and their son. Dani is the perfect submissive, his perfect mate, if only he dares trust her after she left him years ago without a word.

 

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Excerpt:

"Where are you now?”

“In bed.”

He pictured her there, laid out naked for his pleasure, her arms held over her head, legs spread in blatant invitation. Damn, it was torture, having to stay here listening to Josh snore when he could have been tasting her pretty cunt, fucking her until they couldn’t come any more. “Touch your pussy for me, honey.”

“I am.” She moaned softly.

His balls ached and his cock felt as though it would burst. Certain Josh was sound asleep, Brand wrapped his fingers around his aching flesh. “I’m jerking off. It’s a damn lousy excuse for fucking your pretty pussy, but tonight we’ve got no choice. Come on, talk to me. Help me out here.”

“Mmmm. I wish you were here. I’m hot and wet. Thinking about the delicious way it feels when you hold me, wishing I could run my tongue along that vein that runs the length of your cock. I can practically taste that drop of lubrication that always beads up at the very tip.”

God help him, she was about to make him come, talking sex in her soft, sweet voice. “Don’t stop now. Keep on telling me what you want to do to me…what you want me to do to make you feel good. Imagine me taking you the way I want to, hard and fast, nothing between us. I want to get so deep inside you that we can’t tell where I end and you begin. Fuck you all night long.” When she moaned, he felt himself coming, too, and grabbed a handful of tissues from the night stand. “Yeah, honey, you talk a good fuck,” he said once his heart had quit pounding.

She sounded breathless. “So do you.”

“I do it a lot better than I talk about it. After we’re married I’m going to do things to you, things you’ve never imagined. Things beyond making slow, hot love that will make you feel real good. Things neither of us even thought of when we were kids.”

Through the phone line, he heard her sudden intake of breath. “Things having to do with domination and submission?”

“Yes. I assume Elaine said something about it.” He’d meant to introduce her slowly to bondage games, develop her taste for the kinks he’d found added an extra, tantalizing dimension to sex. “We’ll go slowly. And if there’s anything you don’t find arousing, we won’t do it.”

“I’m not afraid. To tell the truth, letting you take over responsibility is pretty appealing, and not only when it comes to our sex life. I’ve spent the last twelve years knowing that if I didn’t do something, it wouldn’t get done.”

  “I won’t let you down again.” Brand lowered his voice. “In bed or anywhere else. And I’ll never intentionally do anything to hurt you. Dani, I hope that if you’re not pregnant now, you’ll get that way soon.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to do all the things for you that I didn’t get to do before Dave was born. And because I want to touch you and feel my baby moving inside you. I’ll rub your back when it aches and go out in the middle of the night if you suddenly get a craving for pickles or cherry-vanilla ice cream. I want to be there all the way. See our baby the minute he's born.” He choked down the anger that rose every time he thought of all he'd missed with their son. “You're not using birth control, are you?”

"No. I like to feel you inside me, without anything between us. Until the other day, I never knew how good sex could feel.”

Brand groaned. “You didn't? And here I thought you'd enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed you, back when we were kids.”

“I didn’t mean I didn’t like it. It’s just…so much more intense now. So much more physical.” Her soft voice, her gently sensual words sent blood straight to his groin.

“I'm coming over. I don't give a damn how much it costs me in fines.”


 

© 2006, Ann Josephson. All Rights Reserved.

Graphic Art by Scott Carpenter