![]() Rhyker’s Key
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: Words. She needed to find words so she could respond because that was how conversations went. But words eluded her at the moment because she was still trying to recover from the debilitating tease from a moment ago when his lips were… Wait, you need to respond. But what did he say again? “What do you use the second bedroom for?” he asked again in that curious feline way of his as he walked back toward her from the hall. What do you use the second bedroom for? She had to slowly repeat his question in her mind in order for her brain to get with the program and understand what he was even asking. My second bedroom? Oh god, do I tell him what’s in there? She bit her lip in slight hesitation and he noticed, of course. “What? Is that like your secret sex dungeon or something?” His lips turned up at the corners in a very feline way. “Sex dungeon?” She laughed. “Of course that’s immediately where your mind goes.” “Well, where else would it go when I’m with you.” He took a step closer to her. “In your home.” He closed the distance between them so they were separated by mere inches. “Alone.” Her pulse quickened to a hummingbird’s pace and suddenly, she was back to being in the scorcher of desire. Noticing her reaction, his mischievous grin transformed into his irresistibly sinful smirk. She knew he was just playing with her but before he could continue, she broke the erotic tension between them by taking a step back and saying, “Here’s my sex dungeon.” And she didn’t mean for it to come out as husky as it did. She opened the door to the second bedroom and he peered inside. His brows shot up in surprise before refocusing back on her in a silent question. She laughed. “No, this is not my sex dungeon. This is my therapy room.” “Therapy. Is that what they’re calling it these days?” he drawled, walking over to the pole. Without warning, he gripped the pole and lifted his body effortlessly so he was completely parallel to the ground. He gave her a wink and she laughed. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he climbed up the pole with just his arm strength. “Good thing I had that installed for the highest weight class or else you may have fallen flat on your face,” she quipped, trying not to notice the way his biceps flexed and tantalized her feminine essence. “Don’t insult me. I always land on my feet.” As if in emphasis of his point, he let go of his grip at the very top of the pole and landed softly on his feet with feline grace. “So not fair.” She shook her head, still smiling. “I’ve trained for years and yet here you go showing me up.” “I’ll gladly be the judge of that.” He stepped aside and held his arm out to the pole in invitation for her. ![]()
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