Sweet Carly is about to learn a lesson.
A very sexy, very domineering, very alpha lesson…
Carly’s Crush by USA Today Bestselling Author Maddie Taylor is NOW LIVE!
One-click this steamy hot novella just in time for Valentine’s Day.
KU Subscriber? You can read Carly’s Crush for #FREE!
Being stuck in the friend zone sucks. Even worse, the man of your dreams seeing you as nothing more than a kid. But what’s a shy girl to do when her secret crush for months won’t take the hint? Seduce him, of course!
Carly puts her plan into motion. One night, after closing the lingerie shop where she works, she slips into the sheerest scrap of nothing she can find, climbs on a table in the middle of the sales floor, and strikes a pose. Now, she waits for Trent, the head of mall security, to make his rounds and find her. Simple enough, right?
Except things go terribly wrong. Silent alarms are tripped, and Carly is left with one furious Alpha on her hands. Will she end up in the arms of the man of her dreams, or will her bottom, left bare by the skimpy black thong, end up paying for her unintended crime? Or, if she’s lucky, will she get both?
Publisher’s note: Carly’s Crush is a steamy romantic novella which contains spanking and light BDSM themes. If this doesn’t do it for you, maybe you shouldn’t buy this book. But just for kicks, put some spice in your life this Valentine’s Day, and give it a try.
Check out this sexy spanky snippet, and enjoy…
“I’m going to spank you, Carly. Right here, right now. Before I lay you out on this table and make you my girl for real.” He extended his arm, palm up. “If you agree, take my hand, and we’ll get started.”
Her gaze dropped, and she stared at his palm, large enough to cover most of one
cheek with a single swat. It looked hard, and Trent was strong. Undoubtedly, it would hurt. It was the point of a spanking, right?
A mix of confusing emotions whirled inside her: exhilaration, panic, indignation—didn’t they recently establish she wasn’t a child—and desire. It was this last one which prevailed over all the others because the thought of his hands on her, touching her bare skin, soothing her with kisses and caresses—she hoped, when he finished—was what she’d dreamed of for so long.
Nervously, her tongue slipped out to wet her dry lips, at the same time the heat of arousal tingled between her thighs. “I haven’t ever been spanked before.”
“I won’t hurt you, Carly, not ever. You can trust me on this. But for scaring me the way you did and the risk you took—I could have been delayed. Then what? If the cops had shown up before me, they could have charged you with trespassing. I can only imagine what something of this nature would have done to your reputation.” He shook his head and blew out a breath slowly. “For that alone, your sweet ass will sting like it deserves to.”
The blazing anger of earlier was gone. In its place, a steely determination to see this through by making her behind pay the price. Surprisingly, her decision wasn’t hard to make.
She raised her hand and placed it in his. “I trust you, Trent.”
His warm fingers enveloped hers, her hand so much smaller than his, a good representation of the size disparity between them. But she wasn’t afraid, not of him or his strength, and when she gazed up at him through her tears, and his image wavered, it was from regret over what she’d done. “I really am sorry.”
His face softened, and she didn’t blink, not wanting to miss how his eyes deepened to a darker even more beautiful green. He dropped her hand and curled both of his around the sides of her neck. With his thumbs, he tipped her chin up farther and angled her head just so for his kiss. Trent took her lips, not soft or tentative, but hungry, consuming, claiming, and as his tongue delved deep, Carly melted against him.
The crush she’d nurtured as he’d held her at arm’s length, blossomed with his kiss, and a fullness invaded her chest. It could be from her heart thumping wildly, and how she gasped for air around his demanding mouth, but she sensed it was so much more.
When he raised his head, she was ready to be done with the punishment and get on with the forgiveness, so they could move past her incredible blunder of this evening and explore what else he’d promised.
Winded and slightly dizzy, her mind was busy working on a solution to their next problem. “So where do you want me? There are only tables out here. I could bend over one, but if you want me over your lap, the bench in the back room might be better, or the computer chair.”
His slow, tender smile was as intimate as his kisses. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you, Carly?”
“I want to be, Trent. So very much.”
Follow Maddie Online!
Do you BookBub?
Follow me there too!