In order to save my skin at the office, I’m forced to sell it at an exclusive and illegal blindfold club. He paid thousands of dollars for one night to own me, but when my blindfold comes off, I want more. More nights, more rules, and more from this unavailable and uncompromising man.
Rule number one, no questions. Rule number two, no lies. But, rule number three? That’s the hardest one to obey.
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Just reading the synopsis I was so intrigued from the very beginning. I said to myself, “I have a feeling I am going to be enjoying this book very much.” I could not and did not want to put this book down like at all! All I remember as soon as I finished, I PMed my fellow shortie Yaya and told her “please tell Neda that I need book 2 like ASAP”. Neda then PMed and asked me how I liked the book my answer was “I fucking loved it”. There I go cursing. I am sorry, but not really sorry. And when Neda tells me that Nikki Sloane is a new author, I could not believe it. When I looked at her Goodreads author’s page, I saw with my little pretty brown eyes that yes indeed this was Ms. Sloane’s first book. You knocked it out of the ballpark and then some Nikki!
Evelyn (“Evie” to her friends) Russell is a very hard worker at a design firm. Logan Stone is her department manager. He is the type of manager who is very harsh, overly critical and will make you cry if you make a mistake. Yeah, that type of boss. She has worked with Logan for many years, but she is not very “fond” of him or his work ethic. When one fatal mistake on Evelyn’s part could cost her the very first job she has ever loved, she has to face Logan. The only way for Evelyn to remedy the huge mistake is to pay the cost of new art work out of her own pocket. So who does she turn to, but her escort best friend Payton. Yup, you read that correctly. Her BFF works at an exclusive club called “The Blindfold Club”. Without giving out too many spoilers, the one man that ends up being her “blindfold” date is none other than her tight ass boss Logan. Yeah that moment when you realize you just had the most mind blowing type of sex and can’t wait for some more when the blindfold comes off and it’s your boss!
Well Evie and Logan realize that their chemistry and sexual connection is something they want to explore some more outside of the office, of course. Boy, oh boy, oh boy the sex scenes themselves are just beautifully written. There is a threesome somewhere that when you get to read it, I hope you are at home, alone, with either your husband, boyfriend, significant other or your favorite B.O.B. because IT’S THAT FREAKING GOOD. I’ve read some good threesome scenes, but when Ms. Sloane goes into detail, she made it so beautiful and not dirty. In other words, if you’re not into the M/F/F thang, then keep it moving and read something boring! lol
There is a bit of drama towards the end. Can Logan redeem himself in Evie’s eyes? There is an HEA, for sure, but the way this book ended, holy crap, you will want book 2 ASAP. So someone asked me if it ends in a cliffhanger. Yes, no, maybe, sort of, not really lol. Ok well book 2 will focus on Evie’s best friend Payton.
For Nikki’s Sloane’s first time writing, she wrote an exceptional good book, with a good plot, the female heroine that is NOT annoying, thank God. Logan is super yummilicious and should be added as a BBF, I know I am going to add him to mine. His dominance in the bedroom will leave you drooling for days. I may or may not have a bit of a book hangover.
I’d been cringe-worthy loud. “Please tell me none of your family is staying on this floor. Or in this hotel.” He laughed and rolled onto his side, folding me into his arms. “I’d tell you that you shouldn’t have said my name, but I love it when you do. I love it even more when you’re screaming it.”
*An ARC was received for an honest review.
I jumped when her fingers dragged across the skin of my stomach. Lower, and lower. Was she going to–? Soft, delicate fingers stroked me. I tried to jerk away, but the straps kept me in place. I’d never fooled around with another woman. I could appreciate the beauty of the female body, but I never had any desire to explore anything outside of my own. I liked good, ole-fashioned sex, and knew I still had a lot to learn there. Adding women into the mix seemed overwhelming
It didn’t matter. Her fingers were stirring my folds where I was shamefully wet, and the slightest of moans slipped out before I could choke it back.
She drew her hand away from in between my legs, and there was a noise I couldn’t place, like a kiss. No, I figured it out. He was sucking on her fingers.
“Does she taste good?” Tara asked. Heat poured through my body.
“I’d like to drink straight from the tap,” he said. Oh god. Oh my god.
“There’s a fee for that, but I’ll waive it if we reach a deal.” I assumed that was acceptable to him because Tara again leaned over me and whispered in my ear. “Slide down near the edge of the table, and enjoy.” She sounded envious.
I did as asked, my trembling body gliding over the leather. When I was down far enough and my feet dangled awkwardly over the side, Tara’s warm hand closed around an ankle and lifted it, setting my foot on the flat surface of the tabletop so my toes curled over the edge. She guided the other ankle so I was laid out before him, my knees bent up in the air. Sliding down had also forced my arms to be bent up by my head.
The pads of his fingers were cold when they touched the inside of my knee and gently urged it to the side, opening me to him. My bottom lip quivered. No, my whole body quivered. The fingers dragged across the inside of my thigh until they reached the hollow where my legs joined my body. I wanted him to say something. I wanted him to—
“Fuck,” he said in a low, deep voice when his finger brushed over me where only a few men, and now Tara, had touched me, making me shudder. “You’re so wet.”
His touch was gone and replaced by warm air as his mouth hovered over my sensitive flesh. He kissed the hollow there, then just above my slit, then the inside of my thigh on the other side. Teasing me. Delicious anticipation grew and strangled my breath.
I bucked hard on the table when his tongue grazed me. One of his large, cold hands clamped down on a hip to hold me in place. The sensation wasn’t like anything I’d felt before. The blindfold focused everything on the pleasure that was spreading outward through my body from his indecent kiss. He licked me again, starting at the bottom of my entrance and all the way up to my clit.
“Oh my god,” I said out loud, and then went wooden. I wasn’t supposed to speak until spoken to, according to the contract.
“You like that?” He didn’t wait for me to answer, he just did it again. And again.
The beginning of an orgasm developed off in the distance and then was right upon me when he eased a finger where I was soaking wet.
“She’s yours for twenty thousand,” Tara said.
Nikki Sloane fell into graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is married and has two sons, writes both romantic suspense and dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.