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INK & IRON: OBSESSION
He could have it all… but all he wants is her.
Ink & Iron, Book 1
During his soaring career as the lead singer of indie-rock band Ink & Iron, Cole Kennrick has been through it all: sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Overindulging until he lost what mattered most.
Now he’s pulled his life together and left his addictions behind, except for one: his ex-wife, Janie. If only he can convince her their love was—still is—the real thing.
In the seven years since their divorce, Janie has kept tabs on the only man she’s ever truly loved. The one she had to leave in order to save herself. Still, dark and often kinky desires they explored together linger in her dreams and fantasies.
Janie has seen up close and way-too-personal that rock stars are bad, bad medicine. But when Cole shows up at her yoga studio, clean and sober, his leather-and-motorcycles scent teasing her senses, it’s way too tempting to slip right back into the one place she swore she’d never risk again—his arms.
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He could either hang in the studio some more beating his
head against the writer’s block, or he could go upstairs and get in the shower
and stroke off some of the tension in his body.
Tension about Janie.
Those long, lean legs and her perfect, heart-shaped ass…
He’d spanked that gorgeous ass, and she’d loved it. He’d
tied her up, played[AD1] [AU2]
her with hot wax… Was she was still into the kink, or had that been nothing
more for her than the explorations of sexually charged youth? No—he knew enough
about BDSM and the power dynamic these days to look back and recognize that
what they’d had was the real thing. The dynamic had been sizzling hot and the
connection when they played hard had been intense. Amazing. That was something
no one could ever forget.
He remembered.
He remembered her tied up with the long scarves she wore
around her neck, on her knees on the bed, hands behind her back, every line of
her bound body perfection. The way she gave herself over to him in those
moments was flawless.
His cock was growing harder as he made his way up the
stairs, one hand on the rising bulge in his jeans.
Ah, Janie…
He moved through the living room, with its free-standing
stone fireplace and the enormous window overlooking Hollywood. Down the hallway
and through the master bedroom until he reached the bathroom.
Kicking his way out of his big black boots and his jeans, he
tossed them over the edge of the round bathtub that stood in the center of the
bathroom under a skylight. This room was a hedonist’s delight, but all he cared
about right now was getting naked into the shower with his girl on his mind.
He stepped into the enormous pale slate and glass enclosure,
which was fully equipped with multiple showerheads and body sprayers. He turned
on the tap, leaving the water a little cool. Stepping under the spray, he
grabbed the bar of sandalwood-scented soap and lathered up his chest, making
himself wait before touching his hardening cock.
Janie on her back, her hands clenching the sheets while he
dripped hot wax onto her gorgeous breasts, her pink nipples darkening, hardening…
Oh, yeah.
She loved the wax. Loved a little pain. Loved being taken
over. All he had to do was press on the back of her neck and she responded
immediately. Usually so in control of things, she went right down when they
were in those roles. So fucking sexy.
Janie’s eyes going glassy with desire and submission as he
buried his hand in her hair and pulled.
Finally, he lowered his hand and began to soap his rock-hard
cock.
“Oh, fucking yeah…”
Copyright Eden Bradley 2015
