* This novella is Book 2 of a 4-part serial, so watch out for cliffhangers--and one demanding, dirty-talking bad boy with a sexy accent who will melt your panties! *
Three days, three nights. Hot sex. No strings attached...maybe.
How did a sensible, serious Iowa college girl like me end up in a situation like this? I can explain.
I know it seems crazy. I never expected to find myself the paid escort of a superstar athlete with a sexy accent and wickedly talented hands. But all of a sudden, I’ve been swept into a world of bright lights, limousines and paparazzi.
We’re just supposed to be having a weekend fling. But it’s starting to feel like something more…something real. I’ve never responded to any guy the way I have to him. Everything is on the line now.
My heart most of all.
Please note: His for Tonight Book 2 is a New Adult romance novella of 20,000 words (about 75 pages). Contains graphic sex and language. Cliffhanger alert! This is Book 2 of a 4-part serial. Subscribe to Ravenna’s new-release newsletter to get an email as soon as Book 3 is published!
It’s dark by the time we arrive at our five-star hotel in Midtown Manhattan. The city lights beyond the windows of our suite are dazzling, like a neon constellation of greens and whites and reds glowing among the shadowy buildings. We’re in the penthouse—of course. It’s two thousand square feet of gleaming wood and glass, with dining and entertaining areas, a living room, a bar, a black grand piano…and a curving staircase that leads to a whole second level.
“I-I think I need to quit saying ‘Wow!’ all the time,” I stutter as I stand just inside the door, taking it all in, still wrapped in my cashmere coat. “You’re going to get really tired of hearing me say ‘Wow!’ But there’s just…no other word for this.”
“Go ahead.” Luciano chuckles.
“Wow!”
He takes off his jacket and drops his key card on a coffee table, then holds a second key card out toward me. “One for me, one for you. The bedroom upstairs has a walk-in closet, a salon-size vanity in the bathroom, and a shower big enough to host a party in. There’s also a private gym on the upper level, and a terrace with a garden and a glass-bottom Jacuzzi.”
“Probably a little cold for that in January.”
“It’s heated. And I don’t think you and I would let a little snowy weather stop us.” He gives me a wicked grin. “The bell captain has already put your suitcase in the bedroom. Nico also sent a few things for you with the jacket this morning. Not that you’ll be needing any clothes.” He starts to unbutton the white shirt he’s wearing. “So…what do you want to do this evening, mia bella? We can get tickets to any Broadway show you might like. Have dinner at a five-star restaurant. Take in the view from the top of the Empire State Building. Or…” He pauses for a moment, his shirt dangling open. “We could stay here and have sex.”
I’m in his arms before he can say another word. Our mouths join in a fiery kiss. Despite the shattering orgasms we both had in the limo, it’s like we’re desperate for each other. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like I can’t breathe unless he’s with me, touching me, holding me. I want him inside me. I need him inside me. More than I need anything New York City has to offer. More than I need air.
He strips out of the rest of his clothes, takes off my coat and sweater dress, and scoops me into his arms.
“Dio, you look so fucking sexy in these boots. It will be a shame to take them off.”
I give him the same wicked grin he just gave me. “Then let’s not take them off.”
“They might be a problem when I tie you to the bed.”
When he carries me upstairs to the bedroom, I’m a little confused about exactly how he’s going to accomplish that. It’s a gorgeous room, the curtains drawn for privacy, the lighting turned low, the covers already folded back, little chocolates waiting on the pillows. But the king-size bed doesn’t have posts of any kind—just a padded leather headboard that fills most of the wall behind it.
“Umm, Luciano, there isn’t any way to tie me to the bed.”
He winks at me. “Trust me.”
When he sets me down in the middle of the mattress, I sink into the luxurious sheets, sighing. They’re so silky they must be like a million thread count. I move my hips, the soft sheets a delicious friction against my backside, still sensitive from the hard whipping he gave me with the flogger.
He kneels on the bed and remains poised above me for a moment, his weight balanced on his hands. I can’t help smiling as I gaze up at him, just enjoying the view—the way his tousled hair falls into his dark eyes, the powerful muscles of his chest and shoulders, those sculpted arms, the intricate tattoos that stand out against his tanned skin. Forget Broadway shows or Manhattan cityscapes; I could happily just look at him all night.
He brushes his mouth over mine. “Stretch your arms above your head, sexy signorina.”
I do as he says, still confused about what he has in mind.
He moves to the head of the bed and reaches beneath the mattress, pulling out a black cuff attached to a nylon strap. “The under-the-bed bondage system,” he explains. “Ideal for discreet, adventurous couples who like to travel. A brilliant invention by some enterprising American.”
He fastens the cuff around one of my wrists, then does the same on the other side. I pull experimentally and discover that my hands are, as promised, tied securely to the bed.
His for Tonight (Book 1)
Ravenna Russo believes in soulmates, naughty fun between consenting adults, and the healing power of happily-ever-after. HIS FOR TONIGHT is her erotic romance debut. Under another name, she has written for a traditional romance publisher and appeared on the USA Today bestseller list.
When she’s not glued to her laptop, her favorite things include sea-salt caramel anything, peep-toe pumps, and hot yoga. Not necessarily all at the same time. Married to her college sweetheart, Ravenna lives in the Midwest where she’s working on her next scorching hot romance. Subscribe to her new-release newsletter to be first to know when it’s published!
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