Layover
Layover
Series : Book
Heat Rating Diablo Delights
Released 2011-03-11
Word Count 7223
Keywords erotica, bondage, power exchange, erotic spanking, bdsm stories, spanking stories, seduce, rough sex, light bondage, D/s, dd symms, m/f, erotika romance, erotika for women, erotic romance
ISBN 978‐1‐926930‐29‐9
Disclaimer/Notice/Warning
Price :$1.99
Jessie Carter's seduction of a fellow traveler during an airport layover turns to a sizzling erotic game where she desires to serve and love.
A lonely overnight layover between flights at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport faces Jessie Carter until she decides to have fun, making sexual advances on a fellow traveler. Alone in a motel room with Devon, she finds herself drawn in to an erotic power exchange. Her powers of seduction are no match for the quiet way he takes control while she discovers her submission leads to a desire for love.
Heat built inside Jessie as the last person in front of them left the counter with a room key. She tried to imagine what Devon was shooting with his camera. His matter-of-fact responses, combined with his touches, made her create her own sensual answers. Moisture seeped in to her panties; she took a deep breath and dug deeper. “Good evening,” the woman behind the counter wore glasses that fit nicely with her blonde hair. Jessie slid her voucher on to the desk. The clerk punched in Jessie’s information and looked at both of them. “Are you together?”
“Why?” asked Devon.
“We only have one room left, and I was wondering if I needed to make arrangements at another site.”
Jessie smiled and winked at Devon who turned to her and nodded.
“Yes, we’re together.” He casually patted Jessie on the shoulder and ran his fingers to the base of her neck. She moved her ass to touch his thigh, buoyed by his sign of intimacy. She skipped her fingers to lightly touch his zipper; his cock pressing against his trousers signaled his heat. She pictured leaning her butt against his hips, but forced herself to concentrate on the activity at the counter.
The clerk punched in the final information and stuffed a key card into a small white envelope. “Room 182: down the hallway to the right. What time is your flight?”
“Nine A.M.,” Devon answered.
“Okay, the shuttle leaves every half hour.”
“Thank you.” He raised his voice and winked when Jessie lifted her bag. “Here, sweetheart, let me take that.” They sauntered across the carpeting and entered a courtyard that was covered with a glass dome. She spotted the pool but she could skip a swim if she and Devon were going to undress in the same room.
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