{Blog Tour} Three Hard Lessons (The Blindfold Club #2) by Nikki Sloane (@AuthorNSloane)

I am the woman men pay thousands of dollars to sleep with. I do what I love and what I'm so very good at.

Then he walks in and drops $30,000. He wants to talk. And kiss. And take me home.

In a single night, this man turns everything upside-down and has me breaking every rule I've lived by to keep men at a distance. I'm about to learn some lessons the hard way.

Don't tease him. Don't give him boundaries. And don't think you get a choice in who you love.

Payton McCreary lives by her own rules.  She doesn’t allow kissing - she doesn’t sleep in the same bed – and she doesn’t do love.

On a night that she wasn’t even supposed to be at The Blindfold Club, a man walks in that is going to break all of those rules and he’s going to make her love every minute of it.

“I’m going to kiss you again. It won’t be an accident.”

My heart pounded in my chest and I sucked in a breath.

“Dom–”

Too late. His hot mouth crushed against mine and this kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet or curious. It was demanding. Urgent. Passionate. The kind of kiss a man waited a year to give a lucky woman, and I was that fucking lucky woman. My moan was loud and my hands clenched fistfuls of his hair, trapping him where I wanted him. I was drugged by these strange feelings, and thirsty for more.

Dominic Ward knows how it feels to be alone.  A year of living abroad has increased the size of his bank account but it's also made him desperate to make a real connection with someone.  That someone is Payton.

Coincidence brings them together and Dominic wants more than just one night – he wants everything.  He’s going to push her boundaries, break her rules and teach her the hardest lesson of all – how to fall in love.

“This is more than just fucking,” he said, his kiss traveling lower. “I know you feel it. C’mon, tell me I’m wrong.”

His challenge was issued at the base of my throat, his hands cradling my head. I was unraveling like a pulled string on a sweater. If Dominic kept tugging, I was going to come apart completely. His kiss carved a path toward my lips but he pulled back at the last second. His expression was intense and inescapable.

“Is this just fucking?”

There was no point in lying. My voice was breathy.

“No. It’s more.”

Nikki Sloane has done it again!  She has masterfully created another installment in The Blindfold Club series that is as passionately romantic as it is sizzling hot. Payton and Dominic were perfect together!  Both were sweetly vulnerable and then wildly dynamic giving just the right amount of push and pull to keep me absolutely transfixed to every page.

I gasped out loud and then held my breath.  I swooned and then I squirmed.  And Nikki has made me want to sign up for my very own membership…

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I followed him toward the bathrooms, weaving my way through the throng of people until we were past them and in a quiet, dark corner of the deserted game room, wedged between two pinball machines that had seen less action than Dominic had in the last year.

He pressed me up against the wood paneled wall and brought his face in close so I could hear his rough voice over the loud, jovial bar atmosphere in the next room over.

"This ass is mine for the next two weeks. I thought I made that clear."

There was a rush of heat between my legs. I looped a hand behind his neck and yanked him in to my kiss. Yeah. My kiss. The more dominating he got, the more I responded to it.

"You made it crystal clear. But let me make something clear, Dominic. Don't get attached to me." I took one of his hands and shoved it between my legs. "Or this. Two weeks, and I'm moving on."

The hand massaged me through the skinny jeans I was wearing. He took one of my hands and put it on his crotch, where he was already half-hard.

"Better not get attached to this, then."

Normally over-the-clothes bullshit wouldn't do a thing for me, but I fucking loved being an exhibitionist. The idea of someone catching us groping each other back here was arousing. I used both hands to undo his belt buckle and drop his zipper so I could wrap my hands around his cock, which was now at full attention.

To my delight, he didn't protest this new level of naughtiness. I was against the wall, between the two pinball machines, and his large back was to the door, blocking the view of anyone who might come in.

"Yeah," he said, his gaze watching my hands stroke him. "Harder."

He blew out a breath through his teeth when I did as told, and his hand went to undo my pants, but I shifted away. "Uh, uh. This ass isn't officially yours until we're over international water. Right now," I tightened my grip further, "you're mine."

Heat flashed in his eyes, and he allowed it. He set his hands on the glass tops of the machines at our sides and submitted to me. Oh, god. It was so hot.

I pumped faster on the pulsing cock in my hands, spreading the drops of wetness around when he started to get close. In the dimly lit game room, his strikingly blue eyes looked less like the deep ocean and more like shallow, sandy waters.

"Are you going to come for me?" I demanded.

Alarm filled his face. "In your hands?"

"Worried you'll make a mess?" I knelt before him and tugged the sides of his open fly out of my way.

"You're going to blow me right here?" He glanced around.

Yeah, I was. I licked the crown of his cock and held it steady as he twitched in reaction. I closed my mouth around him and sank down, taking him as deep as I could. The power this gave me, the command over him, I got drunk off of it in an instant. I slipped him between my tight lips. My tongue did somersaults. I sucked as hard as I could and steadied one hand on his hip, controlling the pace.

"You dirty, little slut. You like the way that cock tastes?"

I froze, the filthy talk from him was so unexpected I momentarily forgot what I was doing. I looked up.

His face was red. "I’ve watched way too much porn in the last year. I'll be quiet."

I pulled back off of him, keeping my grip firm around the base. "No, don't fucking do that." My breathing was rapid and I could feel my soaked panties clinging to me. "You're making me so wet. I love the way you taste." I leaned back and swirled my tongue over his saliva-drenched flesh. "I've been wanting to suck you off all damn day."

About The Author - 

Nikki Sloane landed in 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 dirty books, and couldn't be any happier.

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