She found passion on a dare but is she willing to risk her heart?
Since The Dare that changed her life, Dr. Katrina Winslow has hooked up, broken up, hooked up again, and run like hell, but her drama’s just getting started. Not only does she lose her job, but unpredictable and sexy-as-hell cop Simon insists they have fantasies left to explore.
Simon’s a man who gets what he wants and he’s got Katy in his green-eyed crosshairs. Though Katy runs from him, she’s never further away than his fingertips, something he proves when he sexts her a provocative double dare.
Will the prim and proper scientist resist the sexy cop’s thrilling texts? Or will she allow Simon to strip her bare and guide her closer and closer to what she truly desires?
Simon Double Dares you to find out...
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Katy settled into the sofa, and as she moved her pelvis back she caught her breath. Oh, my, that—she moved her pelvis forward, clasping the balls—that felt good. As she slowly rocked back and forth on the sofa, light pulses of pleasure radiated throughout her body.
Closing her eyes, and supporting her body on her hands as if she were in a rocking chair, she sat back, and rocked. Her nipples hardened as her arousal intensified. The balls languidly rolled around inside of her, touching and teasing that spot only Simon had touched. Her G spot was real, and she was fortunate that it was so sensitive to stimuli. As a moan escaped her throat, Katy exhaled. The balls felt good, but what she needed was penetration.
Her cell phone pinged next to her on the end table, and she nearly came. Simon had conditioned her well. And oh so easily.
What are you wearing?
Her muscles clenched the balls tightly. Ah, Simon. She couldn’t resist him. Closing her eyes, Katy bit her bottom lip to keep from calling his name.
She hadn’t lied when she’d said he was her kryptonite.
None of your business. Leave me alone or I’ll call the cops.
I am a cop. Invite me up.
What? Oh, my, was he that close? Her body trembled violently.
Hurrying to her bedroom, moaning and gasping as her swollen vagina clutched and caressed those damn balls driving her crazy, Katy shrugged her robe on over her naked body. Throwing open the French doors to the balcony off her bedroom, she looked down. A tree-lined, private alleyway ran behind her building, separating it from the mansion perched on the slope of the next street. She stepped out, halting as the cool evening fog touched her face. As she leaned over the balustrade, she caught the slightest movement of a tall, shadowed figure standing just beyond the fog and an alley light. As he moved boldly into the filtered moonlight, her phone chirped in her hand.
Take off your robe.