Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - A Collection
He stood there like he belonged in the quiet stacks—like the entire library had been waiting for him to walk in.
My heart skipped, then slammed against my ribs.
“Niklaus,” I let out… half whisper, half plea.
He didn’t smile. Just leaned one hip against the edge of my table, close enough that I could smell him — cedar, smoke, clean skin, and that faint, dangerous edge of arousal.
His gaze flicked over the spread books, lingering on the open page of Story of O where a woman was being bound and blindfolded.
“Hello Kris Hunter” he said with a smirk. That made an instant flood on my panties.