Disgraceful by Dee Palmer is a hot, funny read that will keep you on your toes. This erotic novel has just enough angst to keep you turning pages.
Jason is so swoony you won't get enough.
Jason is so swoony you won't get enough.
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Disgraceful by Dee Palmer
Jason
I didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs, but I hear the light padding across the kitchen floor. I rub the tiredness from my eyes, but before I can stretch the ache from my spine and tension in my muscles, her fingers are pressing a heavenly massage on my shoulders from behind. I groan when her knuckles dig into a tight knot of muscle.
“Have you been working this whole time?” Her voice is soft but filled with concern. It’s almost three in the morning, and I tucked her into bed just after twelve.
“I have a lot on at work, and I wanted to clear my workload.” I stretch out my neck to one side and feel the pop of pressure release. Her soft warm lips brand my skin, and I close my eyes and feel the burn. Her tender kisses trace a path to my ear when her warm breath whispers.
“Clear it for what? You have plans you’re not telling me?” Her lips pull my lobe into her mouth, and her teeth bite gently to hold me captive. I feel the bite in the base of my spine and the pinch in my balls. I suck in a breath and hold back a groan.
“Keep teasing, beautiful, and I will bend you over this table,” I grumble low and serious. I can feel her lips smile around my caught skin.
“Now who’s teasing?” She sucks my lobe in and lets it go with a long drawn out release. “You have to be too tired—” She squeals as I swiftly take her across my body whilst standing up. I flip her mid-cry and push my palm flat and hard between her shoulder blades.
“Never too tired, beautiful,” I interrupt, my lips against her ear, my voice hoarse with instant feral lust. I roll my hips against the flimsy silk shorts that offer absolutely no protection against my now raging hard-on. “Never too tired,” I repeat. It’s more like a possessive growl as I stand up but keep her pressed flat with one hand. My other hand deftly releases my cock and tugs her shorts down the curve of her perfect arse. I fist the base of my cock and slide it between her cheeks. She wriggles but tries to open wider for me. Her shorts though are trapped around her thighs when I kicked her legs wide as I pushed her flat; this is as wide as she can get. Not a problem. I push into her heat slowly, but she’s so damn wet, and I am on the edge of exhaustion, so the gentleman part of me is taking a nap right now. I lunge, full force slamming my cock balls deep and more. She grunts out a puff of air that I feel I have pushed from deep inside, filling her as I am. I pull back and do the same. This time her back arches, and she tilts her hips to take me deeper. God, I love this woman. I grab her hip and pull her back as I thrust forward, and I know from that particular pitch of cry, it hurt. I also know from that little moan that escapes the back of her throat that she fucking loves it. I thread my other hand into a fistful of her long mane and pull her back into a perfect bend, all stretched and taut.
“Harder,” she gasps, her throat struggling to swallow at the angle I’m forcing. She turns her head to meet my gaze. Damn, she’s on fire. Her eyes shine with such passion, liquid with wanton need and deep with desire for me.
“Fuck!” I growl out at as pure fucking ecstasy shoots through my body at her demand. I obey. I obey her because she fucking owns me. I thrust deeper, harder, and she holds her breath, eyes pinched tight, absorbing everything I’m giving her. I pump, relentlessly chasing the release that is crawling from the ache in my balls, poised on the edge, and I growl. “Come with me, Sam.”
“Oh, God…I…I can’t…You’re so deep…feels so good…Ah, hmm…but…” She pants out the words, struggling to speak, but I know she can…she just needs a little help. My fingers on her clit would work or, in this instance, my thumb slipped into her tight arse. She drops her head, making me release her hair, her forehead thumps on the table as her whole body trembles and she takes me with her. Wave after wave of blissful, erotic, and sexy as hell contractions pulse around my impossibly hard cock. My fists grip her hips, anchoring me to her body as one. She sucks in long, deep breaths, as do I. But her body continues to shudder, ripple and ebb as her climax dissolves under my fingertips. I slip out of her and pull her into my embrace, sitting back into my chair. She snuggles into my hold, nestling into my chest and breathing me in as much as I do the same with her. My nose is in her hair, inhaling all her exotic scent: jasmine, ginger, and Sam. She is utterly intoxicating, addictive and lethal, my only drug.
“What plans?” she asks after our heartbeats have quietened and our breaths are not so frantic.
“This weekend, we’re visiting my folks, but I thought at the end of the month, we could take a week out and visit Will, count some turtles or some shit.” She sits up and swivels so her legs are draped over mine, her now dripping heat over my still-interested cock. Dammit, I need to sleep; she’s gonna kill me with this insatiable desire. Her hands cup around my neck, and she looks up with sleepy eyes and the widest smile.
“I would love that.” Her sweet lips cover mine, her tongue darting inside and dancing with mine. I pull her close and hold her there, still…immobile. She giggles into my mouth. “No need for that, you nearly killed me with that last orgasm. I need to sleep, too. I have no idea how you are still conscious.” I stand, and she coils her long legs around my waist. I kick my trousers free so we don’t fall when I start to walk and take us both back to bed.
“It helps I have the sexiest fucking woman in the world…whenever I want her…I’ll sleep when I’m dead, beautiful.” I thought she would giggle, but she holds me a little tighter and is quiet. “Hey, you okay?”
“I’m good,” she says quietly, but I stop and wait for her to look up.
“Sam?” I prompt when she doesn't
“You work too hard.” Her face tilts, and her eyes are deep, dark pools brimming with liquid. My chest feels tight and burns with the love I see reflected in her gaze. It’s scary as hell, when you realise just how much another soul means to you. How vulnerable that makes you, weak, but it is also the very best thing in the world. It is the very reason to take that next breath because you get to share it with the one person that makes every day worth living.
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” I brush my lips with hers and draw a smile at the slightest touch, instantly easing her troubles. “We just have a lot on, and Daniel is prepping for paternity leave, so it’s unusually crazy. These last few weeks are not my typical, I promise.” I tip my chin for her to kiss me, and she does, her hands moving from my neck to my face, cherishing me with her touch and the softness in her dark chocolate eyes.
“I’m not moaning. I just worry.” She holds my gaze and my heart with her tender love and concern. “How about we skip tomorrow evening and have a night in just us?”
“Fuck, no, I made a promise. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I gave you my word. I may work hard, but I play hard too, and I am a man of my word. The Reaper himself is the only damn thing that will keep me from you tomorrow night, beautiful.”
“Wow, I have never had anyone that eager to submit.” Her grin is pure wickedness. I kick the bedroom door open and stride in, throwing her high onto the bed. Her shrill scream is drowned by hearty laughter.
“Eager to get it over and back to normal.” I crawl up the bed as she edges away, slipping on the silky covers so I easily catch her beneath me.
“Normal?” She is breathless and biting that damn lip.
“Me on top of you,” I state as a matter of fact.
“I like our normal.” Her face beams and, just before I devour more of what is mine, I concur.
“Good.”
I didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs, but I hear the light padding across the kitchen floor. I rub the tiredness from my eyes, but before I can stretch the ache from my spine and tension in my muscles, her fingers are pressing a heavenly massage on my shoulders from behind. I groan when her knuckles dig into a tight knot of muscle.
“Have you been working this whole time?” Her voice is soft but filled with concern. It’s almost three in the morning, and I tucked her into bed just after twelve.
“I have a lot on at work, and I wanted to clear my workload.” I stretch out my neck to one side and feel the pop of pressure release. Her soft warm lips brand my skin, and I close my eyes and feel the burn. Her tender kisses trace a path to my ear when her warm breath whispers.
“Clear it for what? You have plans you’re not telling me?” Her lips pull my lobe into her mouth, and her teeth bite gently to hold me captive. I feel the bite in the base of my spine and the pinch in my balls. I suck in a breath and hold back a groan.
“Keep teasing, beautiful, and I will bend you over this table,” I grumble low and serious. I can feel her lips smile around my caught skin.
“Now who’s teasing?” She sucks my lobe in and lets it go with a long drawn out release. “You have to be too tired—” She squeals as I swiftly take her across my body whilst standing up. I flip her mid-cry and push my palm flat and hard between her shoulder blades.
“Never too tired, beautiful,” I interrupt, my lips against her ear, my voice hoarse with instant feral lust. I roll my hips against the flimsy silk shorts that offer absolutely no protection against my now raging hard-on. “Never too tired,” I repeat. It’s more like a possessive growl as I stand up but keep her pressed flat with one hand. My other hand deftly releases my cock and tugs her shorts down the curve of her perfect arse. I fist the base of my cock and slide it between her cheeks. She wriggles but tries to open wider for me. Her shorts though are trapped around her thighs when I kicked her legs wide as I pushed her flat; this is as wide as she can get. Not a problem. I push into her heat slowly, but she’s so damn wet, and I am on the edge of exhaustion, so the gentleman part of me is taking a nap right now. I lunge, full force slamming my cock balls deep and more. She grunts out a puff of air that I feel I have pushed from deep inside, filling her as I am. I pull back and do the same. This time her back arches, and she tilts her hips to take me deeper. God, I love this woman. I grab her hip and pull her back as I thrust forward, and I know from that particular pitch of cry, it hurt. I also know from that little moan that escapes the back of her throat that she fucking loves it. I thread my other hand into a fistful of her long mane and pull her back into a perfect bend, all stretched and taut.
“Harder,” she gasps, her throat struggling to swallow at the angle I’m forcing. She turns her head to meet my gaze. Damn, she’s on fire. Her eyes shine with such passion, liquid with wanton need and deep with desire for me.
“Fuck!” I growl out at as pure fucking ecstasy shoots through my body at her demand. I obey. I obey her because she fucking owns me. I thrust deeper, harder, and she holds her breath, eyes pinched tight, absorbing everything I’m giving her. I pump, relentlessly chasing the release that is crawling from the ache in my balls, poised on the edge, and I growl. “Come with me, Sam.”
“Oh, God…I…I can’t…You’re so deep…feels so good…Ah, hmm…but…” She pants out the words, struggling to speak, but I know she can…she just needs a little help. My fingers on her clit would work or, in this instance, my thumb slipped into her tight arse. She drops her head, making me release her hair, her forehead thumps on the table as her whole body trembles and she takes me with her. Wave after wave of blissful, erotic, and sexy as hell contractions pulse around my impossibly hard cock. My fists grip her hips, anchoring me to her body as one. She sucks in long, deep breaths, as do I. But her body continues to shudder, ripple and ebb as her climax dissolves under my fingertips. I slip out of her and pull her into my embrace, sitting back into my chair. She snuggles into my hold, nestling into my chest and breathing me in as much as I do the same with her. My nose is in her hair, inhaling all her exotic scent: jasmine, ginger, and Sam. She is utterly intoxicating, addictive and lethal, my only drug.
“What plans?” she asks after our heartbeats have quietened and our breaths are not so frantic.
“This weekend, we’re visiting my folks, but I thought at the end of the month, we could take a week out and visit Will, count some turtles or some shit.” She sits up and swivels so her legs are draped over mine, her now dripping heat over my still-interested cock. Dammit, I need to sleep; she’s gonna kill me with this insatiable desire. Her hands cup around my neck, and she looks up with sleepy eyes and the widest smile.
“I would love that.” Her sweet lips cover mine, her tongue darting inside and dancing with mine. I pull her close and hold her there, still…immobile. She giggles into my mouth. “No need for that, you nearly killed me with that last orgasm. I need to sleep, too. I have no idea how you are still conscious.” I stand, and she coils her long legs around my waist. I kick my trousers free so we don’t fall when I start to walk and take us both back to bed.
“It helps I have the sexiest fucking woman in the world…whenever I want her…I’ll sleep when I’m dead, beautiful.” I thought she would giggle, but she holds me a little tighter and is quiet. “Hey, you okay?”
“I’m good,” she says quietly, but I stop and wait for her to look up.
“Sam?” I prompt when she doesn't
“You work too hard.” Her face tilts, and her eyes are deep, dark pools brimming with liquid. My chest feels tight and burns with the love I see reflected in her gaze. It’s scary as hell, when you realise just how much another soul means to you. How vulnerable that makes you, weak, but it is also the very best thing in the world. It is the very reason to take that next breath because you get to share it with the one person that makes every day worth living.
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” I brush my lips with hers and draw a smile at the slightest touch, instantly easing her troubles. “We just have a lot on, and Daniel is prepping for paternity leave, so it’s unusually crazy. These last few weeks are not my typical, I promise.” I tip my chin for her to kiss me, and she does, her hands moving from my neck to my face, cherishing me with her touch and the softness in her dark chocolate eyes.
“I’m not moaning. I just worry.” She holds my gaze and my heart with her tender love and concern. “How about we skip tomorrow evening and have a night in just us?”
“Fuck, no, I made a promise. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I gave you my word. I may work hard, but I play hard too, and I am a man of my word. The Reaper himself is the only damn thing that will keep me from you tomorrow night, beautiful.”
“Wow, I have never had anyone that eager to submit.” Her grin is pure wickedness. I kick the bedroom door open and stride in, throwing her high onto the bed. Her shrill scream is drowned by hearty laughter.
“Eager to get it over and back to normal.” I crawl up the bed as she edges away, slipping on the silky covers so I easily catch her beneath me.
“Normal?” She is breathless and biting that damn lip.
“Me on top of you,” I state as a matter of fact.
“I like our normal.” Her face beams and, just before I devour more of what is mine, I concur.
“Good.”
Disgraceful by Dee Palmer (Book Two)
After the dust settles on the most erotic night in her life, a fantasy-fulfilling experience that not only brought Sam back to life, but also laid her brutal demons to rest. Her lust for life returns with her irrepressible passion and she embraces the changes in her life, almost without reservation…almost.
Jason Sinclair is just the Dominant to take a woman like Sam on. She’s fearless and feisty, but when she lost herself, he nearly lost her all over again. By giving her that one night, he became more than her savior…he became her everything. Opening her up to what the future could hold with a potential life of hedonistic heaven together.
Or could one fantasy have been too far? Can the two super kinky souls really settle down together?
As much as Sam dreams of a happily ever after, she’s much too realistic and can’t seem to shake the dark clouds of doubt rolling in. Is the promise of domestic bliss bound to be cursed from day one or does the King of Kink have more tricks up his sleeve?
Jason Sinclair is just the Dominant to take a woman like Sam on. She’s fearless and feisty, but when she lost herself, he nearly lost her all over again. By giving her that one night, he became more than her savior…he became her everything. Opening her up to what the future could hold with a potential life of hedonistic heaven together.
Or could one fantasy have been too far? Can the two super kinky souls really settle down together?
As much as Sam dreams of a happily ever after, she’s much too realistic and can’t seem to shake the dark clouds of doubt rolling in. Is the promise of domestic bliss bound to be cursed from day one or does the King of Kink have more tricks up his sleeve?
