{Excerpt} Desired by Stacey Kennedy (with Giveaway)

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As the warm breeze brushed over him, he watched Cora’s family as her nieces and nephew were dancing with their parents. Then his gaze returned to the blond woman he saw earlier. Damn, she’s a pretty little thing.
She looked as though she’d been plucked out of the fifties, wearing a black-and-white polka-dot dress. Her long hair was swept to the side in a fishtail braid, and on her right arm she had a tattoo of black-and-gray flower from her wrist to midway up her forearm.

Kyler bit back a groan as he scanned down her crossed legs to her black high-heeled shoe dangling from her toes. He took another chug of his beer, reminding himself that a hard cock wasn’t appropriate at his friends’ wedding.
Forcing his attention to her face, their gazes met. Her cheeks pinkened, her cherry-red painted lips parted, and her eyes went a little wide. Beautiful.

Throughout the ceremony and later at dinner her shy blushing had ensnared him. Watching her wasn’t even a choice; it had become imperative. He had to learn more about the woman with the expressive eyes. Her innocence, matched with the way she could barely hold his gaze, suggested one thing: She’s vanilla.

He nearly laughed that he’d taken such an interest in a vanilla woman, but he remained trapped in her overtly aroused expression. If he could make her look that hot by not even touching her, how would she look once he got his hands on her?

Responsive.

He liked that.

Those heated reactions attracted him, and he hadn’t felt that pull toward a woman in a long time. In fact, he hadn’t dated a woman who didn’t live the BDSM lifestyle since Club Sin opened its doors four years ago.

He needed a woman who owned her sexuality and went after her fantasies. A woman who enjoyed living a lifestyle that allowed him to indulge in the wicked. He also needed a woman who submitted to him and who melted under his touch.

Vanilla women never did.

“She’s a good girl.”

Kyler turned and found the groom, Aidan Knight, sitting across from him. All caught up in the woman, he hadn’t realized Aidan had joined him. Nor had he known Dmitri had left to dance with Presley. Nope, he’d been consumed by the woman wearing polka dots.

Dressed in a tux, his jet-black hair slicked back from his forehead, Aidan was a commanding figure. Stiff shoulders and stony gray eyes told Kyler the woman was no stranger to Aidan, making her all the more interesting. “Do tell, who is that good girl?”

“My assistant, Ella Snow,” Aidan replied with a tight voice.