BREAK THE SKY
(A Spiral of Bliss Novel)
“Do you ever let go, storm girl?” he asked. “Ever lose control? Ever surrender?”
“Never,” I whispered. “I never surrender.”
A smile of both promise and warning curved his beautiful mouth.
Atmospheric scientist Kelsey March is under siege. Her tornado research project is on the skids and she’s fighting conflict in her university department. So when irresistible bad boy Archer West suggests a hot, wild fling while he’s in town, Kelsey is unable to resist his sexy offer.
Kelsey and Archer embark on a intense, exhilarating affair. But soon their differences and private battles encroach on their desire, and Kelsey discovers that this is a storm she can’t control...
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After working on the house all day Sunday, I called Kelsey the following morning. I had a limited time with her. I wasn’t going to waste it by dragging things out. Especially now that I’d had a taste of her explosive heat. A taste of the fire that melted all her ice.
“Hello?” Her voice was scotch and honey.
“What’re you wearing?” I asked.
“Archer, I’m at work,” she said tartly.
“In a classroom?”
“No. I’m in my office.”
“So tell me what you’re wearing.”
There was a pause. Taut energy crackled over the line.
“Archer, I had rules because I have boundaries—”
“One rule,” I told her. “No boundaries. Not with me.”
“Or what?” she challenged.
“Or you don’t get fucked.”
She inhaled sharply. “You are so crude.”
“Uh huh. And you like it. What are you wearing?”
“A suit.” She sounded cross. “A tailored, gray wool suit.”
“A blue, Brooks Brothers dress shirt.”
“And under that?”
“I’m not going to tell you.”
“I dare you to tell me,” I said.
“I do not accept the dare.”
“Then I double-dog dare you.”
She gave a muffled laugh, like she was trying not to. “What are you wearing?”
“Jeans and T-shirt. I’m all hot and sweaty from working.”
“Really?” Now she sounded intrigued. “Are you wearing a tool belt?”
“Tell me about your sexy underwear,” I said.
“You’ve got a bad attitude, lady. You need to be spanked as well as fucked.”
She made a noise that sounded like a half groan, half laugh. “You do go all out, don’t you?”
“You haven’t seen anything yet. You ever been spanked?”
There was a second of silence, as if she was thinking.
“No.” She almost sounded surprised. “I haven’t.”
“First time for everything. What color is your bra?”
A sigh came over the line. “Blue, okay? Dark blue silk with white trim.”
“Are they wet?”
“God, Archer. Yes.”
I rubbed my erection through my jeans. “What about your shoes?”
“Navy pumps with three-inch heels.”
“I’ll be at your place at seven,” I said. “I want you waiting in your heels and lingerie. Nothing else.”
“And if I’m not?” she replied, putting some of that ire back into her voice.
“You’ll be in trouble.”
“So if I am, I avoid… um, punishment?”
I laughed. “Nice try, storm girl. But you’re getting spanked no matter what.”
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