Break Me Down (Loving on the Edge Series)

Break Me Down (Loving on the Edge Series)

Roni Loren

Language: English

Pages: 172

ISBN: B00ISEOM2C

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The New York Times bestselling author of Call on Me invites you to discover the thrill of control as one couple wrestles for power in and out of the bedroom...


Samantha Dunbar needs to forget Gibson Andrews. When he trained her to be a domme, she experienced just how hot things could get with the sexy executive. She was ready to hand him everything--including her heart. But Gibson backed away, declaring them incompatible. He's a dominant, and Sam's no submissive.
But after an attack shakes Sam to her core, Gibson tracks her down at her family's rundown farmhouse and makes her an offer. He'll stay the week and be hers in every way--a helping hand for the renovation and a willing lover in her bed. He swore he'd never give up control to anyone again, but he hasn't been able to touch another woman since Sam. Maybe a week alone with her will cure him of his relentless craving. 
But one taste only makes them want more, and Sam and Gibson are drawn in deeper than ever. The man who won't give in has just met the girl who won't give up...

Includes a preview of Off the Clock, the first novel in Roni Loren's Pleasure Principle series...

Praise for Roni Loren and her novels

"Loren writes delicious, dark, sensual prose."--USA Today
"Hot and romantic, with an edge of suspense."--Shayla Black, New York Times bestselling author of His to Take
"Revved up and red-hot sexy!"--Lorelei James, New York Times bestselling author of Hillbilly Rockstar

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bartenders, poured drinks to help them keep up, and made rounds of the floor to greet customers and drop off food. By the time she made her second walk around the place, every table was taken and the noise of all those different conversations reverberated off the walls. This was her favorite part of her shift. Managing the bar wasn’t always the most glamorous of jobs—okay, try never glamorous—but when the crowd was buzzing and the energy pulsed around her, she couldn’t help but feed off it. She

protection with his boxers had given him comfort. If he failed, it wouldn’t be so obvious. But as the wood pressed into his chest when he draped himself across it, he knew there was no hiding from Sam this time. His cock was hard and heavy between his thighs. “Look how shy you are. Sweet.” Sam tapped his knee with the side of what felt like a boot, firm and quick. “But not what I want. Spread, Gib.” He adjusted his knees on the floor, closing his eyes as cool air kissed his most private areas.

reached between his spread legs, cupping his balls and massaging the heel of her hand over his perineum, braiding pleasure in with the pain still pulsing over his skin. “That pleases me, pet. I’m going to film you. Then one day when I’m all alone, I’ll watch you like this and touch myself. I’ll come thinking of you spread for me, ass covered in my cane’s stripes, cock leaking onto the floor.” He groaned and pressed his cheek hard into the wood, silently begging her to stroke him, to offer some

glanced at the papers in Sam’s hand. “It’s not a Dear John letter, is it?” Sam grinned. “Not even close.” It’s a Dear Mistress. And it was time to reply. Chapter 13 Gibson had stared at the clock on his bedside table until it’d clicked over to midnight. It’d been a week since he’d sent the letter to Sam. All he’d gotten from her was a text. You’ve given me a lot to think about. He hadn’t heard a word since. He’d been on edge all week, wondering if she’d show up at any second, wondering if

She waited with held breath to hear the woman’s response, but no voice answered the man’s question. Can you feel how much I want you? he’d asked. And hell if Marin wasn’t dying to know. She strained to hear. “I tug your panties off and trail my hand up your thighs until I can feel your hot, slick . . .” Marin braced her other hand against the wall and leaned so far forward that one more inch would’ve sent her toppling over. Your hot . . . “Goddammit. Motherfucker.” The curse snapped Marin out

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