Isabella Natale is living a double life. By day she turns out desserts in the family bakery. But at night she transforms into The Crimson Rose, Chicago's hottest exotic dancer, an enigmatic siren whose velvet mask and G-string drive men wild. Nobody knows about her secret-- not even Nick Santori, the strip club's hot new bodyguard-- and her first crush. He'd always treated little "Izzy" as just another sweet kid. But there's nothing sweet about his sizzling reaction to Rose...
So what's a girl to do but show the man of her dreams that while it's okay to look, it's much better to touch?
This 25K novella is the second installment of the Overexposed series - two full length novels put together for a story that will unfold over seven volumes. Overexposed is an erotic romance with explicit sexual content, including BDSM elements. The intensity will increase as the story continues.
When I stepped out of the room, Dallon was sitting directly in front of me on the couch in the living room and holding a glass of wine. His eyes darkened as he took me in.
“You look sexy in my clothes, Amy.”
I stepped forward and then hesitated, leaning against the door frame, afraid to get much closer to him. “They’re a little big.”
He laughed. “I’m a little bigger than you. Come here.” He patted a spot beside him on the couch.
As I approached, he held up a glass of water. I accepted it and sat down, stretching my legs onto the coffee table. Even in my drunken haze, I noticed the way his eyes traveled up my legs before stopping at the shorts. He took another sip of his wine and swallowed hard.
“Your admission pleased me, Amy.”
I frowned questioningly.
“That you enjoyed it when I spanked you.”
Oh god, I’d forgotten about that. I looked down at my water, took a long gulp. He put a warm hand on my bare leg and my head jerked up.
“Don’t feel ashamed for being who you are.”
I licked my lips, unsure what to say.
He smiled. “I’m at war with myself here, Amy. Part of me knows I should wait until tomorrow to have this conversation, but another part of me has noticed that you are more forthright with me after a few drinks.”
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked hesitantly.
“I want you to work through it with me. That’s what lovers do.”
“We’re not lovers.”
He smirked. “We will be.”
I shook my head as if trying to shake off the confusion. “Well what about you? Is that something you do with all your women?”
He frowned. “Be careful what you say. A statement like that belittles you and disrespects me.”
My heart beat faster at his warning. Why was it that he was so hot when he was angry with me? “I meant is that what you like? In bed?”
He responded without hesitation. “Yes.”
I nodded, having expected the answer but still surprised he’d given it to me so willingly.
“Is that what you like too, Amy? I want you to say it out loud.”
I looked down at my hands. “I don’t know,” I whispered.
He put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up. “Look at me when you speak to me.”
“I don’t know,” I repeated, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. Why wouldn’t he just leave it alone?
“Your body told me that you did.”
“I know, but I might have just been nervous.”
A wicked smile appeared on his lips. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Before I could react, he flipped me over his lap and pulled his boxers down my legs. I tried to sit up, struggling against him and demanding that he tell me what he was doing, even though I already knew.