Series: Club V
Author: Eva Haining
Genre: Second Chance Romance ~ High School Sweethearts ~ BDSM ~ Billionaire ~ Forced Proximity
Release Date: May 16, 2024
They’ve never wanted forever with anyone else, but fate had other plans.Dalton Callaghan has it all—success, money, charm and good looks. But money can’t buy him the only thing he ever wanted. Her. The day Dalton’s father was imprisoned for fraud and embezzlement, he knew the future he had planned was no longer possible.
With a life-altering decision to be made, Dalton sent the only girl he ever loved off to college without him.
Naddie Sullivan was in love with the boy next door. They shared all their firsts together, from the sandbox to prom, and everything in between.
They were each other’s first. Each other’s everything.
When Naddie accepts a new job and uproots her successful life in Boston to move to Manhattan, she could never anticipate what fate had in store. Now she has to make a choice. The career she’s worked so hard for, or the man she’s been in love with her whole life. With so many obstacles to overcome, can these high school sweethearts become the Dominant and submissive they were always destined to be?
He’s the first man she ever loved, and the only Dom she’ll ever need.
“Open the door, Naddie.” My heart grinds to a halt before slamming to the floor.
“No. You need to leave.” Even as I say it, I find myself edging closer.
“Open the door. We need to talk.”
“I can’t.” Every fiber of my being betrays my words, desire pooling deep in my core at the sound of his delicious, raspy voice.
“Do as you’re told, Naddie. Don’t make me ask again.” Oh my God. The submissive in me can’t ignore his commanding tone. “Open. The. Door.”
I reach for the handle, my hands shaking as I give up the only barrier to my inevitable demise.
The cool, calm, collected businessman from the conference room is gone, and standing in his place, his hands bracing the doorjamb, is a wild-eyed Dalton. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt have been pushed up, revealing the tightly corded muscles of his arms, enchanting tattoos snaking their way around his forearms. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone, and his tie is nowhere in sight. His raven-black hair looks freshly fucked and sexy as hell.
We stand frozen, staring at each other for what seems like an eternity. He has a five o’clock shadow, and I can’t help biting my bottom lip at the thought of how it would feel between my thighs.
He devours me with his eyes, the rapid rise and fall of his chest making me wet for him as he grips the doorframe so tight his knuckles are white with the strain. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of my damp, naked body beneath the robe, and the glint in his eyes tells me he is too.
My pulse is racing, my heart hammering so hard I feel like it’s about to burst from my chest.
“Hello, Dalton.” My voice trembles as I whisper past the lump in my throat.
Without a word, he steps toward me, invading my space, and I’m helpless to resist. He searches my gaze, asking permission. With a shaky breath, my eyes focus on his beautiful lips, wondering if they still taste the same.
He slides his hands into my hair, holding me in place. “Tell me ‘no,’ Naddie.” Hesitating just long enough to gauge my reaction, he tilts my face before his lips press softly to mine, devastatingly tender. I melt into his long, languorous kiss, but all too soon, he pulls back, leaving me bereft. He walks me back a few steps just enough to kick the door shut behind us and hoists me into his arms, the robe parting as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“No. You need to leave.” Even as I say it, I find myself edging closer.
“Open the door. We need to talk.”
“I can’t.” Every fiber of my being betrays my words, desire pooling deep in my core at the sound of his delicious, raspy voice.
“Do as you’re told, Naddie. Don’t make me ask again.” Oh my God. The submissive in me can’t ignore his commanding tone. “Open. The. Door.”
I reach for the handle, my hands shaking as I give up the only barrier to my inevitable demise.
The cool, calm, collected businessman from the conference room is gone, and standing in his place, his hands bracing the doorjamb, is a wild-eyed Dalton. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt have been pushed up, revealing the tightly corded muscles of his arms, enchanting tattoos snaking their way around his forearms. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone, and his tie is nowhere in sight. His raven-black hair looks freshly fucked and sexy as hell.
We stand frozen, staring at each other for what seems like an eternity. He has a five o’clock shadow, and I can’t help biting my bottom lip at the thought of how it would feel between my thighs.
He devours me with his eyes, the rapid rise and fall of his chest making me wet for him as he grips the doorframe so tight his knuckles are white with the strain. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of my damp, naked body beneath the robe, and the glint in his eyes tells me he is too.
My pulse is racing, my heart hammering so hard I feel like it’s about to burst from my chest.
“Hello, Dalton.” My voice trembles as I whisper past the lump in my throat.
Without a word, he steps toward me, invading my space, and I’m helpless to resist. He searches my gaze, asking permission. With a shaky breath, my eyes focus on his beautiful lips, wondering if they still taste the same.
He slides his hands into my hair, holding me in place. “Tell me ‘no,’ Naddie.” Hesitating just long enough to gauge my reaction, he tilts my face before his lips press softly to mine, devastatingly tender. I melt into his long, languorous kiss, but all too soon, he pulls back, leaving me bereft. He walks me back a few steps just enough to kick the door shut behind us and hoists me into his arms, the robe parting as I wrap my legs around his waist.
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