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"You mean after the gearshift and knob, there are
actually things that are even more extreme?" My eyes grew wide and I had
to hold my lips together hard just to keep my jaw from dropping, leaving my
mouth gaping open.

"Yes, there are." He presented me with that smile
of his that made my knees week.
Literally.
I felt my
body actually start to sag. Ryder caught me and whispered into my ear.
"That room is where you’ll finally get the chance to use your safe word,
my Queen." His voice dropped three octaves and hit a patch of gravel as he
said those last two words.

My core got hot quick. My body started to tremble and shake
and the orgasm hit me full force. "Oh…Fuck…Me…"

"Is that an offer?" He held me up with his left
arm, and stroked my hair out of my face with his right hand.

"Offer?"
I couldn’t even open my eyes or stand on my own yet.

"Yes, you said, and I quote, ‘Oh…Fuck…Me’. So I’m
asking was that an offer or request?"

"Yes, please." I tried to smile, causing him to
respond with a deep chuckle.

"I thought you wanted to see the rest of the
house…" He smirked at me.

"House?"
I tried to blink but my eyes were having none of that.

"Yes, Maeve,
the house…"

"What
house?" I managed to open my eyes to little tiny slits.

"The house we’re in…" his chuckle was deep, and
it caused my body to vibrate into mild twitches again.

"Um…" I tried to stand but Ryder held me in a
slightly slanted position. "Um…how long did you say I have to see the rest
of the house?"

"Years
,
Maeve, you
have years…"

 

*THE END*

About the Author

Erotic Romance
writer, artist, mom, wife, all around hopeless romantic and delinquent.

When Damara was younger, she had the
opportunity to travel.
Meeting a lot of interesting people
and visiting some really beautiful places.
Germany, France and Spain
still rank among her favorite places to see and be seen.

She developed a deep love for fast
cars at an early age. Saying that little can compare to being in control of big
block as your car growls beneath you, rumbling down the drag strip at high speeds.
Her love for beautiful places, friendly faces and Hot Rods (Cars and Guys) can
be seen in many of her stories.

She has been writing most of her
life. At an early age she had poems published by her local newspaper and by the
National Library of Congress.

Currently,
residing in North Carolina with her husband, children and dogs.
In her spare time she's either
working on a '66 vintage Ford or at the local drag strip giving the guys a run
for their money.

So, if you have a willingness to be
drawn in by a compelling story, then Damara has a story or two that needs to be
told. If you enjoy stories about women who are on a journey to find their inner
Goddess; exploring the depths of their sexuality, then welcome to Damara's
world.

 
 

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Damara Online:

 

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Twitter:

 
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http://damarablackthorne.wix.com/erotic-damara

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Publishing

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