He calls himself the Gentleman Mentor.
Just reading his ad
makes me feel more alive than I have in years.
makes me feel more alive than I have in years.
He promises to teach
me the art of seduction … and show me the most sinfully erotic pleasures. He’s
going to help me become the kind of confident, sexy woman men can’t ignore.
me the art of seduction … and show me the most sinfully erotic pleasures. He’s
going to help me become the kind of confident, sexy woman men can’t ignore.
Six lessons … with the
most gorgeous man … who happens to be a Dom.
most gorgeous man … who happens to be a Dom.
The only problem … now
that I’ve experienced his brand of delectable domination will anyone else ever
compare?
that I’ve experienced his brand of delectable domination will anyone else ever
compare?
She’s a client. That’s all.
Or it should be.
But with every lesson,
she’s becoming more.
she’s becoming more.
The secrets I’m hiding
behind the image of the Gentleman Mentor make telling her the truth—and having
anything real—impossible.
behind the image of the Gentleman Mentor make telling her the truth—and having
anything real—impossible.
I’m training her for
another man, and that fact guts me every time I think of it.
another man, and that fact guts me every time I think of it.
I know she’s not mine
… but part of me won’t accept that.
… but part of me won’t accept that.
Am I willing to risk
it all to keep her?
it all to keep her?
THE GENTLEMAN MENTOR is a full-length standalone novel.
“You need to be punished for that little stunt you pulled
earlier. Making my dick hard and swollen like that…” He makes a grunting sound
of disapproval, and my pulse spikes. I can read the need written all over his
features, in his tight posture. The need to punish me is flaring inside him,
and that excites the fuck out of me. What’s happening to me?
earlier. Making my dick hard and swollen like that…” He makes a grunting sound
of disapproval, and my pulse spikes. I can read the need written all over his
features, in his tight posture. The need to punish me is flaring inside him,
and that excites the fuck out of me. What’s happening to me?
“I’m sorry, sir.” I blink up at him, my eyes communicating
my own need.
my own need.
“What should we do to settle this?” His firm hands settle on
my waist, making my belly twist with nerves.
my waist, making my belly twist with nerves.
Boldly, I reach down between us, my hand curling around the
weight of his shaft, that even soft, is heavy in my hand. “I could take care of
this,” I offer.
weight of his shaft, that even soft, is heavy in my hand. “I could take care of
this,” I offer.
His eyes sink closed for a moment, and I feel him begin to
harden against my palm. When he opens his eyes again, his perfect control is back.
“Would you like that, pet?”
harden against my palm. When he opens his eyes again, his perfect control is back.
“Would you like that, pet?”
I nod. “Yes.” The idea of sinking to my knees before him and
taking his heavy cock in my mouth makes me wet.
taking his heavy cock in my mouth makes me wet.
He shakes his head, telling me I’ve said the wrong thing,
given too much away. “Not this time,” he says, then reaches for my throat.
given too much away. “Not this time,” he says, then reaches for my throat.
Lightly circling his fingers around my neck, his lips graze
mine. With his hands at my throat, holding me in place, he has my full
attention, which I think is the entire point. His thumb strokes along the
column of my neck, and he smiles slightly when he feels the insistent thrum of
my pulse.
mine. With his hands at my throat, holding me in place, he has my full
attention, which I think is the entire point. His thumb strokes along the
column of my neck, and he smiles slightly when he feels the insistent thrum of
my pulse.
“Being in trouble excites you. Naughty girl,” he remarks.
I make a small whimpering sound as the need to touch him, to
kiss him, rises inside me. The masculine scent of his skin, the way he towers
over me, even in my high-heeled shoes, the devastating look that says you will
belong to my cock. It’s all too much.
kiss him, rises inside me. The masculine scent of his skin, the way he towers
over me, even in my high-heeled shoes, the devastating look that says you will
belong to my cock. It’s all too much.
“How much time do I have before I have to return you?” he
asks.
asks.
I can see into the kitchen, to the clock on the wall. “I
have forty-five minutes before my next appointment.”
have forty-five minutes before my next appointment.”
“Perfect.” Placing a kiss at the base of my throat, Hale
steps back and begins removing his tie as I watch in hungry anticipation the
way he slides the knot free and pulls it from his collar. “Turn around.”
steps back and begins removing his tie as I watch in hungry anticipation the
way he slides the knot free and pulls it from his collar. “Turn around.”
Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.She's a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and reading.
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