Amber Detjens

“The elevator dinged again, letting them off on their floor. As they exited, Chase still pressed against Jamie's front, they heard the man on the elevator mumble, "Damn kids. Smells like sex in here.”
― Jasinda Wilder

“My eyes glue to him in fascination as he cleans his flogger. He’s shirtless since the room is above comfortable temperature. I watch as a drop of sweat creates a path down his back, gliding around all those perfect striated muscles. The drop disappears beneath his low-slung, leather pants. A shiver rocks my body at the thought of it sliding down the crack of his bitable ass.
“Katya, snap your mouth shut, close the door, and have a seat,” Dexter commands and I listen.”
― Erica Chilson, Unleashed

“Will you stop calling it ‘stalking’? That’s such a harsh term. I prefer ‘anonymous following.”
― Tara Sivec, Shame on Me

“As I rock down the hall I am flung from my path- snatched and grabbed. Before I can even utter a word, a large palm is covering my mouth. In less than five seconds I am inside a pitch black room, pushed face first into a cold metal door, and I hear the lock snick into place. A heavy weight presses at my back. I didn’t even have time to panic. It was a well-timed attack.
My mind flashes to another time and place, another hand on my mouth. I breathe though the panic that tries to overcome me.
I allow my senses to put me at ease. He’s just softly breathing near my ear. His body is relaxed. The way he holds me feels more playful than threatening.
“Let me guess… the Boss,” I say to the heavy weight at my back. My tone is a mix of amused annoyance.”
― Erica Chilson, Restraint