Quinlan O'Connor went on a quest to find and marry the love of his life, Cheyenne, and now they are deep in the challenges of creating a life together including enjoying a bit of kink. Cheyenne took another client but something isn’t right and the more she digs, the deeper the quagmire. Its mystery consumed her.
Her cowboy cop wants to let his wife do what makes her happy but when his fun-loving wife finds herself in danger, his dominant nature emerges in full protective mode. He needs to reestablish the balance in their life, by any means necessary, before they lose it all.
“You aren’t keeping the Spencer Spread as a client. Call him up and
tell him.” He turned to wash his hands.
“Duly noted but I’m going to take on that account.” She began
chopping the salad ingredients with a heavy hand.
He wiped his hands then reached over to stay her movements. “Cheyenne,
is this going to be one of those times that I have to put my foot
She sighed. “Quinlan, this is my business. You agreed I had full reign
over my business.” She slipped out of his hold and whacked the tip off
a carrot with concentrated intent.
Quinn reached over and took the knife. “I’m going to watch
carefully, and if you begin to show signs of stress, we will have
another discussion. I’m not happy that you’ve decided to go against
Cheyenne backed away from the counter. Huffing in irritation, she turned
to look at her husband and rolled her eyes, making another aggravated
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” She chose not to answer him but
turned abruptly back to the salad reaching again for the knife he had
put on the cutting board.
Leaning over her back, pinning her to the counter, he placed his mouth
near her ear. “Did you also turn away from me?” He shook his head.
“I think someone needs a refresher on how to be respectful to her dom,
Her pulse that had stayed calm as they discussed the new client was
suddenly thumping wildly. His lowered voice and physical nearness were
kicking up her pussy response without regard for her mental
disagreement. She forced herself to straighten.
“I’m just cooking your dinner while I try to work out the structure
of my new account and placate my husband. I need to work to feel
productive. This does it for me.” Her breathing became more labored,
but her anger was also a companion emotion. She never considered that he
would use her libido against her.
“Placate?” He caressed her well-covered breasts.
Sucking in a deep breath, holding it and blowing it out gave her more
lucidity. She tried to push back, but he would not allow it. She tried
another approach, offense.
“Suddenly, I need to defend my right to own a business. One that I
had, I might point out, long before I had you. Now, either finish your
own dinner or leave me to it.”
She picked up steam vocally as she issued the ultimatum and waited for
his response. The threat, however, was made less intimidating with him
pinning her to the counter and her body on fire. He stepped back and
slid his hand up the skirt she had worn to sign her contract earlier in
the day. She felt the pressure of his less dominant hand on her back. He
caressed her backside. She wanted to moan. She wanted to say the hell
with it all and play with her sexy husband. Cheyenne felt a shiver just
before Quinlan slapped his right hand down hard.
“Ow.” She screeched and stamped her foot. “Yellow, sir. You
can’t spank me because I don’t agree with you.”
He leaned down into her ear, “Well played, Piscín. Now I want some
recreation tonight. After dinner is over, go take a shower and meet me
downstairs. I have a new flogger to try, and if you’re good, I might
even give you a good girl spanking.” He shrugged. “If you aren’t,
I can do the naughty girl one just as well.”
He kissed the tender spot behind her ear and left to shower before
dinner. She was already hot for that man. She needed relief and now it
was all she could think of. Damn it. He had turned the tables on her.
Excerpted from "Her Balancing Act: Quinlan O'Connor Book 3" by Alyssa Bailey. Copyright © 2016 by Alyssa Bailey. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.