It’s another WipItUp Wednesday.
This is the final His Damsel in Distress snippet as the book came out 1 week ago. I love this scene – their first date. Mix two horny adults and Mexican food and you get…
Corbin hadn’t been kidding when he told Zinnia that he wanted her for dinner. Damn, the woman was absolutely edible. That blouse showed off her tits nicely, not to mention those tight black jeans and what they did for her hips and ass. As they walked back to his car, he reminded himself part of his physical reaction was because he hadn’t had sex in too long. For a brief moment he tried to remember the last time and then realized if he had to think about it, it had definitely been too far in the past.
The interior of his car usually smelled of the cinnamon air freshener that sat in one of the cup holders between the seats. Now it was combined with a heavenly feminine musk that was part perfume, but also part Zinnia. Internally grimacing at a hard-on that over the last twenty-four hours had been very cumbersome, he couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. Not even by Lena in the days when he truly wanted her. It must be this release from his marriage, he supposed. He was finally free and was on a date with a beautiful woman. Of course his body would be pleased.
All of the parking places were full near the restaurant so he drove around until finding a place. Once they got out, they walked a brisk block to get there. “I hope the wait isn’t too long,” he remarked as he held the door open for her.
“If it is, I hope they have good margaritas,” she said, an impish smile crossing her face.
Grinning back, he said, “You on tequila. Is this a good thing?”
“Oh, it’s a very good thing,” she murmured, walking toward the hostess’s desk with a distinct swing of her hips.
Damn. He would need to tease her more if this was her reaction.
There were two tables open, one near a table with a bunch of rowdy kids and a booth surrounded by adults. It seemed like a no brainer to him when he said he would prefer the booth. As they slid in across from each other, he noticed Zinnia was giggling. “What?” he asked, pulling off his coat and sitting it next to him.
“Not a fan of kids, I take it?” she asked in amusement.
“Children are fine. When they’re quiet.”
Laughing, she nodded. “Yes, I agree.”
Their server took their order, bringing their drinks and a large basket of freshly made tortilla chips almost immediately before leaving. There were two bowls of salsa. “Which do you think is which?” she asked, picking up a chip.
“Not sure. They both look the same. I guess we’ll have to try and see if we can stand the heat.” He looked her in the eyes as he said the last few words, pleased when her eyes dilated a little and her breathing picked up.
“Oh, baby, I can always stand the heat,” she said in a deep purr, dipping her chip into one of the bowls and putting it in her mouth. A loud “Mmm,” came from her throat making him lick his lips as she chewed and then swallowed. “Good, but not very hot,” she said, picking up another chip. “How about this one?” As soon as the chip entered her mouth, he knew the salsa was hot. Her eyes widened and she started making little blowing noises through her mouth, trying to calm down the heat. As soon as she swallowed, she grabbed two chips and tossed them into her mouth, chewing fast and swallowing them soon after.
Taking a deep breath, she pointed to the salsa she tasted first. “Good flavor, very little heat.” Then she pointed to the one she’d just tried. “Fire-alarm.”
Chuckling, he dipped his chip into it and took a bite. “Holy hell.” Fire danced along his taste buds, singeing everything it touched. Shoving the rest of the chip in his mouth, he swallowed half his beer in an effort to douse some of the flames. She giggled, dipping her chips into the heat again. “You can have that one. I’ll stick with the one that won’t turn my tongue into dust.”
“Afraid of a little heat?” she teased, licking salsa off the edge of a chip.
Leaning forward, he looked directly into her eyes as she popped the chip into her mouth. “Not at all. I just prefer the heat to be a little lower.”
After swallowing her chip and taking a drink of the large lime margarita she had ordered, she looked up at him through her lashes, sending heat directly where it had been simmering all day long. “Oh, that area’s already hot, if you know what I mean.”
Reaching down to reposition his painful hard-on, he cocked an eyebrow. “So someone’s spanked you already today?”
Throwing back her head, she laughed, the rich tones bouncing around the restaurant and drawing several eyes. As her laughter died down, she looked at him once again. “Why, I haven’t been spanked in forever. Care to tan my hide?”
“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning back in the booth. “Let’s continue this after we eat, or I might spontaneously combust.”
His Damsel In Distress
Out of Print
New Title/New Series 2017/2018
About This Book
You’ve known the name Corbin’s Bend for awhile – now meet the man it was named after.
Corbin Nelson had stayed in New York with his non-spanko wife when all of his friends built and moved to Colorado. With his reason for staying in the city gone, and his trust ripped to shreds, he moved to Corbin’s Bend to make a new start. His one rule: he would never give his heart away again. It only took a couple weeks for him to question that tenet when he rescued the same damsel in distress twice.
Zinnia Loraine bought into Corbin’s Bend to hide: from the paparazzi, a scandal, and most of all from a deranged fan. She thought she could hide in her home and stay safe and secure. When her car broke down and she was rescued by Corbin, all thoughts of hiding fled as she was instantly attracted to the tall, middle-aged man. That he was an alpha male who spanked and loved curvy women just made it even better.
Unable to keep their hands off one another after their first date, they both were in this for fun… until her stalker found her and they both realized how much they cared for one another. With his damsel in distress once again, this time Corbin had to call on others to help him. Would he and Zinnia get their happily ever after? Or would his rescuing days be through? If the stalker had his way, their happiness was about to end.
All Corbin’s Bend books can be read as standalones. Each book is about a different couple in the spanking community of Corbin’s Bend, Colorado.
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