In His Custody by: Fiona Archer

In His Custody

 English teacher Mercy Jones has sworn off men, especially the edgy ones. So why does the new substitute history teacher have to be dangerous, raw, and challenging—on every level? His uncompromising masculinity and questioning mind captivate Mercy, tempting her to risk her heart.

Detective Aidan Shaw is a cynical bastard. But when working undercover to eradicate a high school drug network, Aidan meets an intelligent, feisty blonde. Mercy’s warmth and generous spirit awaken a part of him buried deep for too long.

But as he closes in on the criminals manipulating innocents for profit, the stakes grow ever higher.

 

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Excerpt

Cupping his hands under her arms, Sean pulled her further up the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs. I want to see you.”

His commanding tone sent a shiver over her skin. She complied, not questioning her need to follow his orders.

Cool air flowed over the wetness between her legs. Sean pressed a knee into the bed, grabbed hold of her legs and spread her further.

Her eyes widened. She was so…exposed. Attempting to close her legs, Sean held her in place. “Stay still.” He climbed on the bed, his huge body framed between her thighs. “Fuck, that’s a gorgeous pussy. I want a taste.”

Her clit throbbed at the very idea. She bit her lip and dug her fingers into the bottom sheet.

Sean slid down the bed until his head and shoulders were between her legs. “Lock your hands together above your head, Mercy.” he ordered. “Gaze to the ceiling.” His hands spread her pussy wide.

“Okay.” She obeyed his order. But what would happen if she moved her arms.

“Keep those hands together, gorgeous.” His warm breath fanned over her pussy.

God, he must be so close. She clenched her butt cheeks, waiting for that moment, when he touched her, tasted her.

“I’ll try,” she whispered, pressing her head deeper into her pillow.

“If not, I’ll have to punish you.”

“What?” She cried a second before the tip of his tongue flicked over her clit. She jolted, but Sean’s forearms held her in place.

“Punishment, gorgeous. A spanking. Maybe on your ass.” He traced the outer folds of her pussy with his tongue. With each swirl, he drew ever closer to her clit, circling the tingling bundle of nerves. The warm need deep in her core grew hot, urgent. She gripped her hands tightly together and gritted her teeth against a plea for him to touch her clit. “Maybe on your pussy.” More licks—above the hood, on both sides, anywhere but right on the very place she craved his touch. Her whimpers went ignored until the merest brush of his tongue, so soft it was a cruel tease more than a caress, right there nearly sent her over. “Maybe on your clit.” He sucked the swollen bud between his lips.

She cried out as a thunderclap of pleasure shot from her clit to her core in an unending wave. Her head thrashed from side to side as Sean suckled and licked until her limbs shook from the exquisite torment.

Gulping in huge breaths of air, she sank into the bed and opened her eyes.

When had she closed them? Lord only knew.

 


About the Author

Fiona Archer writes erotic romance filled with masterful Aussie alpha heroes and teams them with sassy heroines who limit their submissive side to the bedroom. She lives in sunny environs of Sydney, Australia, and is ruled over by a flock of wild cockatoos that take over the back yard each afternoon, demanding their feed. Her favorite hobbies include watching Nathan Fillion on television, shopping for that ever-elusive perfect shade of lipstick, and drinking iced coffee.

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