by Desiree Holt
Dangerous Addiction
Desiree Holt
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Dangerous Addiction
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Contents
What’s Inside
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Desiree Holt
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What’s Inside
Fallon’s knees were weak and she wasn’t sure she could stay on her feet. His touch alone was enough to melt her. The fact that he wasn’t dancing around the knowledge of what they were was even more shattering. Yes, it was exactly as she’d told Claire—Cord Jamieson was the ultimate Dom. He’d zeroed in on her at their first meeting, no mistake about it.
“So…” She couldn’t think. Had no ready, witty remarks.
“So.” He nodded just as he brought his mouth down on hers.
If she thought she felt weak before, now she was liquid, scorched by the heat of his kiss. Of his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before urging them open and sweeping inside. Of his thumbs caressing her cheekbones in a light yet very possessive manner.
Just like that, she wanted to drop to her knees before him, bow her head and say, “Thank you, Sir.”
Pull yourself together, Fallon! The last time you jumped into something with both feet, you nearly lost them.
At the moment, however, all she could do was hang on to his wrists as if they were an anchor and let him feed on her mouth. When he finally lifted his lips, she couldn’t catch her breath, only stare up at him.
“What do you see, girl?” He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “You can trust me, I swear to you.” His laugh was low and deep, like his voice. “I can get you letters of reference.”
Fallon dropped her eyes to her hands, still clamped around his wrists. “You probably think I’m an idiot. Of course I caught the signs right away. It’s just that…”
“It’s just that someone did a real number on you. I get that.” He licked her lower lip, a feather light swipe of his tongue. “Tell me who the bastard was who made you afraid, girl. Tell me now.”
The command in his voice was strong but she shook her head. Brian wasn’t someone she wanted to discuss with Cord. It was over and done with. Now she wanted it far behind her. The disastrous way their relationship had ended still lingered. Since the breakup, she’d worked very hard to avoid him as much as possible. It was bad enough she’d probably have to face him at the kickoff party. She still hadn’t figured out how she was going to handle that tricky eventuality.
But god, she wanted this man in front of her. Wanted Cord to bend her to his will. To bring her right to the edge of pleasure/pain, to coax her into subspace. To help her know that, while she was there, he wouldn’t abuse the privilege.
“Let’s try this, Fallon. We’ll take things very slowly. If at any time you feel threatened by me, we’ll stop. Even though my cock’s been about to burst since the minute I met you, and every time I look at your sweet ass, I see it bare, bent over my knees ready for me to spank.”
She studied his face for a long time, looking for… what? Guarantees?
There are none. Go with it, Fallon, or you could be missing out on the best thing ever to come your way. You know you need this. Badly.
“All right.” She bowed her head. “I am yours.”
To my late wonderful hubby who was always my most dangerous addiction.
Chapter 1
If she keeps nibbling her bottom lip like that, I’m going to take her down to the floor right here in this restaurant.
Cord Jamieson slouched in the booth, studying the woman across from him. She was typing furiously on her netbook, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a way that made him want to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her red top showed just a hint of cleavage. He’d already memorized the lush curves that enhanced her medium frame. Streaky blonde hair fell in a curtain around her face, emphasizing high cheekbones and unusual violet eyes.
The moment he’d been introduced to Fallon Crowe, the instant they shook hands, the electricity of the connection shocked him. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had hit him that hard, if ever. He saw the effect reflected in her eyes, too, and in the way she quickly removed her hand from his.
The awareness was still front and center—as well as that intangible something, that undeniable feeling when like recognized like.
Did she get it too? Did she recognize him as a Dom, just as he knew without question she was a natural submissive?
Like many of the subs Cord knew, Fallon was a confident career woman, very sure of herself. Still, the latent need to be dominated was there, all right.
Hiring her to do the promotion for his ranch and plan the facility’s opening event bought him time to truly assess the situation. He was having a hard time chasing his recurring fantasy of her naked, on her knees, hands bound behind her back, her full lips wrapped around his cock. His currently very hard, swollen cock.
All the desires he’d been tamping down for the two months since they’d first met wanted to come roaring back. The need to dominate. To play the games that had been such an integral part of his life for so long.
Or was it just wishful thinking on his part? She’d been very careful to avoid any touching since that single handshake, almost as if she was afraid of her reaction to him.
Cord had certainly expected a dry spell upon arriving in this very conservative community to revitalize a failing ranch, turning it into a working one with a little tourist attraction thrown in. He didn’t think this area was much into BDSM. Traveling back and forth between Dallas and the Texas Hill Country had kept him busier than he’d expected since he bought the old ranch. Restocking the herd. Hiring new hands. Interviewing a foreman. Meeting with architects. The planning commission. The county commission.
Too busy to satisfy his needs.
His head ached just thinking about it all. Other parts of his body ached too.
He wondered what Fallon’s story was. She’d certainly been avoiding the little test signals he’d sent out. Had her last Dom been insensitive? Uncaring? Too harsh in the games they’d played? God, how Cord hated when that happened. It cast a blight on the whole lifestyle.
The thought of restraining her and paddling what he was sure was a very sweet ass nearly made him moan. It had to be the unusual abstinence that was making him so horny.
Knock it off or you’ll embarrass yourself.
Fallon looked up from her keyboard, a tiny vertical frown between her eyebrows.
“I’m sorry this is taking so long.” God, he could listen to her voi
ce forever. “I want to make sure I’ve included all the notes you brought.”
“Take your time. I’m happy with the work you’ve done so far. I guess I should consider myself lucky. I understand you’re the best around, although you were on sort of sabbatical for a while?”
A shadow of sadness washed through her gaze for just an instant. What was that about? Family problems? Something else? Probably something he didn’t want to know. He sat up a little straighter and signaled for the waiter.
“Another drink, Fallon? Maybe some wine?”
“Oh,” she sighed. “Wine sounds great but not when I’m working. A soda will be fine.” She smiled. “I’ll be done in just a few seconds. Then you can scroll through to see if it’s what you want.”
Cord looked around the restaurant as he sipped his drink. Fallon preferred meeting here rather than her office, which was in her house. After the lunch crowd left, they pretty much had the place to themselves. This was one of very few upscale watering holes in the county yet still rustic enough that he didn’t feel as if he was back in Dallas, where the claustrophobic environment of the city was choking him little by little. He was just tired of it all.
Forty was just around the corner. Before it hit he wanted a change in his life. He was suddenly tired of the seemingly endless parade of subs, women who meant little to him except for the exchange of physical pleasure. It had been his choice, of course, only now he wanted to choose something different. For a while he even thought about giving up the D/s lifestyle, except it was too ingrained in him. Like a drug that he couldn’t kick. The tension in his body after two months of practically enforced abstinence showed him he was too addicted to change now.
“Thanks for being so patient,” Fallon said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
The little gesture always turned him on. Hell, everything about her turned him on.
“No problem,” he assured her.
He lifted his bourbon on the rocks, sipping it slowly. He didn’t need alcohol dulling his brain for what he had in mind later on. Today was their fourth meeting, and he finally had a plan he thought might work. Get her in a private situation, something much less public than this restaurant, even if it was nearly empty. Away from any and all prying eyes so he could let her know what he wanted. See if she wanted it too.
If for some reason she was reluctant, he certainly wouldn’t force her. That wasn’t part of his personality. But holy shit, he wanted to top her more than he’d ever wanted to dominate a woman.
Take it easy, asshole. You’re not talking about a life commitment here.
But wasn’t that exactly what had been rambling around in the back of his mind? Forget all the casual playing and settle down with the right person?
He mentally kicked himself. First he had to see if she was as interested in him as he was in her. Then they could take it from there. Sweet Jesus, she got to him deep down in a way no woman ever had, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
Cord figured if he didn’t do something soon, his balls would explode. Good thing he was able to work out his energy lately by herding the new cattle and testing out the horses.
“Okay.” Fallon turned the little netbook to face him. “I’ve got everything in here, from the first press release through the entire campaign to the opening event. Take a look at this timeline. Tell me what you think.”
He scrolled through the document, noting she’d incorporated all his suggestions and taken them to the next level. It was an excellent campaign to tickle the public’s interest, right up to the invitation-only opening party targeting the people who could make his venture a success. Cord nodded, sliding the computer back to her.
“Looks good. Send ‘em a copy. Then you can get started on the graphics.”
“Great! I’m so glad you’re happy with it.”
She caught her bottom lip in her teeth as she saved the document and emailed it to him. Watching her, Cord thought if his cock got any bigger or harder he’d never be able to get out of this booth.
He set his drink down and leaned forward across the table, nudging the laptop to the side. “Fallon.”
“Yes?”
“You haven’t seen the ranch in a few weeks. A lot of work’s taken place. I think it would be a good idea for you to come on out. Bring your camera. Take some pictures.”
She frowned again then nodded. “Sure. You’re absolutely right. Maybe I can do an early press release, sort of an ‘in process’ kind of thing. When would you like to do it?”
I’d like to do it right now.
“I was thinking you could come out later this afternoon. I can take you around on the four-wheeler then throw a couple of steaks on the grill.” He grinned. “It’s still pretty rustic but definitely ready for one visitor.”
“Oh, I’m not sure—”
He closed his hand over one of hers. “Afraid of me, Fallon?”
She didn’t pull her hand away, which Cord considered a good sign.
“Um, no. Of course not. I just don’t know if—”
“If you trust yourself with me?” He made his tone teasing although he saw the answer in her eyes.
Her breathing hitched just a little. Leaning closer he could see the pulse at the hollow of her throat beating.
Her cheeks flushed a becoming shade of pink. She jerked her hand away, sliding her gaze back to her computer. She distracted herself by finishing her drink then closed down the netbook. When she looked back at him, her emotions were under control.
Almost.
“That would be very nice. I often have onsite meals with clients. Gives me a feel for the place.”
That isn’t all you’re going to feel if I have my way.
“Then it’s settled.” He looked at his watch. “How does five o’clock sound?”
“Fine.” She slid the little computer into her briefcase. “But then I insist on paying for lunch.” Her smile was like a sensual caress.
“Uh-uh. I’m the client; I get to decide who pays for what.”
“If you agree then I can deduct it as a business expense,” she pointed out.
“Maybe next time.” He signed the tab for their meal and unfolded himself out of the booth. “See you at five?”
“Absolutely.”
He waited for her to stand then guided her to the door with a light touch at her elbow. She tensed but didn’t move away. Cord thought he’d give his brand new bull to know what her conflict was—him or the whole D/s thing. Was she fighting it? If so, why?
In the parking lot they stopped at her car. It was all Cord could do not to cup her face and taste the full lips he’d been staring at for the last two hours. Instead he stepped away.
“See you at five.”
She nodded. “Looking forward to it.”
He hoped so, because he certainly was. Meantime, he had a lot of preparations to take care of.
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Fallon placed her briefcase on her desk and was just removing the netbook when the doorbell rang. Damn. She needed room to breathe. Time to straighten out her head before showing up at Comanche Pass Ranch. The last thing she needed right now was someone cluttering up her space and distracting her.
“I thought I’d take a chance. See if you were home.” Claire Panetta stood on her front stoop, smiling. “You had lunch with Tall, Dark and Much Too Dangerous today, right?”
Fallon sighed then opened the door wider. The two women had been friends since high school. Claire was the only one in Fallon’s vanilla circle who knew the other side of her life. The addictive side, which she had a feeling was about to get her in big trouble.
“Come on back to the den,” she said. “I’ll pour us each a glass of wine.”
“Is that an ‘uh-oh’ drink or a ‘yeehaw’ drink?”
“I’m not sure. Let me get our drinks. It’s a nice day today. Not too hot. We can sit out on the patio.”
However, when they were stretched out on padded loungers, sipping their wine, Fallon wasn’t sure where to start.
“So how was lunch?” Claire asked again. “This is what? The third time? Fourth? Are you past the ‘this is just business’ hurdle yet?”
Fallon ran her finger around the rim of her glass. “It is just business, Claire. I keep telling you that.”
“You also told me you immediately recognized him as a Dom. A strong one. I’d think that would appeal to you.”
A shiver skated down Fallon’s spine. The signals had been there from the beginning. From the moment they shook hands and she looked in his eyes. After all these years, she knew the signs instinctively. For a long time, ever since Brian, she’d avoided the lifestyle, but for Fallon it was almost like trying to stop eating. Or breathing. The past fourteen months had been miserable. Only the challenge of rebuilding her business had kept her sane.
“The best reason for me not to get involved with him,” she said. “The last really strong Dom I got involved with turned into a disaster, as you well know. I should have turned down the account.”
Claire pulled her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, looking at Fallon over the rim. “Try selling that to someone else. I hear your tone of voice when you even mention his name.”
“You know exactly why I can’t do this.”
“Oh, horseshit.” Claire took a healthy swallow of wine. “Are you going to let that bastard Brian ruin your life forever? None of what happened was your fault.”
Fallon stared into her wineglass. “If I had been more respectful to him, or more accommodating…”
“Again, I say horseshit.” Claire sat up and swung her legs over the side of the lounger. “I don’t pretend to understand what draws you to the lifestyle, kiddo. I don’t judge you, either. Different strokes and all, you know? I have a feeling, though, just from the couple of times I’ve seen him that Cord Jamieson is a totally different animal from Brian Willoughby. They may have the lifestyle in common but I’ll bet they approach it differently.”