| Author: | Eliza Stout | ISBN: | 1230000230111 |
| Publisher: | Eliza Stout | Publication: | April 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Eliza Stout |
| ISBN: | 1230000230111 |
| Publisher: | Eliza Stout |
| Publication: | April 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Nathan prepares to depart for one final job in Egypt - his best chance yet at reclaiming the relic he has been searching so hard for.
Amanda finds herself entangled in an increasingly dangerous affair as she is forced to confront just what it means to be romantically involved with the famous Mr. Adventure.
This is the fifth and final part of the "Sexy Mr. Adventure" series.
WARNING: This story contains exhilaratingly sexy & graphic scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only!
Excerpt:
“Go to Nathan’s room and get a gun from his closet.”
“What?”
“Go. Do it. Do you want to help him or not?”
I nodded and stood, heading down the hallway towards his room. As soon as I stepped through the doorway, I was greeted by his scent, that nice sandalwood smell, and my resolve to do whatever I had to do to save him hardened. I went immediately to the closet, where I found I had to dig through layers and layers of bondage equipment and all sorts of kinky stuff to get to what I was looking for. That was Nathan’s closet then. Bondage sex gear and guns. Sounded about right. I went through a couple guns until I found one that seemed suited to me. It was a tiny thing compared to some of the other ones in the closet, with a short snub nosed little barrel and grip that fit comfortably in my smaller hand. It reminded me of the little personal carry guns they always try to market to women for self defense. I was never one for guns, of course, but I had to admit it did feel kind of sexy as I wrapped my fingers around it.
When I met back with Amir in the common room he pointed to my newly acquired weapon and asked, “Is that thing loaded?”
I hadn’t even thought to check. I held the gun up in front of me and inspected it. “Uh… how do I tell?”
“Oh… um, here.” He took the gun from me and snapped out the revolving chamber, showing me in the process. “See.. it’s loaded.” He snapped the chamber back into place and handed the gun back to me carefully. “Um…” he started, a bit apprehensively. “I mean no offense by this, but uh… promise me you won’t fire that thing unless you really have to.”
Nathan prepares to depart for one final job in Egypt - his best chance yet at reclaiming the relic he has been searching so hard for.
Amanda finds herself entangled in an increasingly dangerous affair as she is forced to confront just what it means to be romantically involved with the famous Mr. Adventure.
This is the fifth and final part of the "Sexy Mr. Adventure" series.
WARNING: This story contains exhilaratingly sexy & graphic scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only!
Excerpt:
“Go to Nathan’s room and get a gun from his closet.”
“What?”
“Go. Do it. Do you want to help him or not?”
I nodded and stood, heading down the hallway towards his room. As soon as I stepped through the doorway, I was greeted by his scent, that nice sandalwood smell, and my resolve to do whatever I had to do to save him hardened. I went immediately to the closet, where I found I had to dig through layers and layers of bondage equipment and all sorts of kinky stuff to get to what I was looking for. That was Nathan’s closet then. Bondage sex gear and guns. Sounded about right. I went through a couple guns until I found one that seemed suited to me. It was a tiny thing compared to some of the other ones in the closet, with a short snub nosed little barrel and grip that fit comfortably in my smaller hand. It reminded me of the little personal carry guns they always try to market to women for self defense. I was never one for guns, of course, but I had to admit it did feel kind of sexy as I wrapped my fingers around it.
When I met back with Amir in the common room he pointed to my newly acquired weapon and asked, “Is that thing loaded?”
I hadn’t even thought to check. I held the gun up in front of me and inspected it. “Uh… how do I tell?”
“Oh… um, here.” He took the gun from me and snapped out the revolving chamber, showing me in the process. “See.. it’s loaded.” He snapped the chamber back into place and handed the gun back to me carefully. “Um…” he started, a bit apprehensively. “I mean no offense by this, but uh… promise me you won’t fire that thing unless you really have to.”
