Seduced

By Saskia Walker

Grab yourself a quickie! SEDUCED is a collection of romantic erotica short stories to rouse your senses and quicken your heartbeat. Combining explicit storytelling with heartfelt relationships, women's fiction author Saskia Walker brings her latest anthology your way. Perfect to dip into for a steamy and romantic read at bedtime, or a naughty lunch break treat. 

Includes:

• No Risk, No Reward
• Once Upon a Dinner Date
• Discovering her Wrists, Bound
• Because He Knows Her So Well
• The Point of Least Resistance
• The Devil You Know
• Forbidden

Please note, these stories have previously been published in other anthologies or individually, and are brought together for the first time in the SEDUCED collection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Saskia Walker
• Release date: Mar 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386866749

Saskia Walker

Award-winning British author Saskia Walker first dreamed of writing her own stories when she discovered a handful of romance novels stashed away in her school library. An avid reader, she lapped up the adventures and the life-affirming emotion she found there. As well as fantasy and romance, Saskia writes paranormal, historical and contemporary fiction, with a special interest in witchcraft. Saskia's short stories have now been published in over one hundred international anthologies and magazines. Her novels have been published by two New York publishing houses as well as several smaller publishing houses. To her absolute delight two of her novels won Passionate Plume awards, and her work has twice been nominated for a Romantic Times Magazine Reviewers' Choice Award. Her Witches of Scotland series was widely translated and became a Scandinavian bestseller. In 2015 she became a USA TODAY bestselling author. It's been an amazing journey. Saskia is now a full time author and she has many more stories to tell. Saskia is happily settled in Yorkshire in the north of England, with her real-life hero, Mark, and a houseful of felines. 

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SEDUCED ~ seven romantic erotica short stories

Copyright 2018 Saskia Walker

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book is for sale to adults only. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

Cover art: Envy Designs

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A collection of steamy short stories to rouse your senses and quicken your heartbeat! Combining explicit storytelling with heartfelt romance, women’s fiction author Saskia Walker’s latest collection is perfect to dip into for a steamy and romantic read at bedtime, or a naughty lunch break treat.

Please note, these stories have previously been published in other anthologies or individually, and are brought together for the first time in the SEDUCED collection.

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SEDUCED

seven erotic romance short stories

CONTENTS

No Risk, No Reward

Forbidden

Once Upon a Dinner Date

Discovering her Wrists, Bound

Because He Knows Her So Well

The Point of Least Resistance

The Devil You Know

Excerpt from Trading Hearts

About the Author

No Risk, No Reward

AS I SAID GOODBYE, I realized I was in love with him.

We stood together in the rustic village railway station in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales. Emotion and desire swamped me, and I couldn’t comprehend that it was over.

Cameron lifted my hands to his lips and kissed my fingers gently, and smiled.

Like a jolt of electricity straight to my center, his smile turned my desire to liquid heat. It made me think about the way he made love to me, the way he locked my gaze as he entered and filled me to capacity, refusing to let me look away from him as he claimed every part of me. It stole my equilibrium, making me vulnerable. It also made every nerve ending my body yearn for more of what we’d had these past two weeks, but it was over.

We’d said goodbye.

I wish you were coming with me, at least for the weekend, he whispered, and his eyes filled with mischief and suggestion. 

Why had I said no? Fear of getting any more involved than I already was, perhaps. I put my fingers to his lips, forbidding him to say more.

Beyond Cameron the platform attendant lifted his hand. It was time for him to go. He kissed me one last time and I turned away quickly, not wanting to watch him board the train, not wanting to wave goodbye.

Blinking back the emotion I darted back through the station and into the car park, climbing into my Land Rover to find my own private space. That didn’t help, I could still smell his cologne and I could still feel his warm, strong hand reaching over to cover mine on the steering wheel when I had parked there.

I rubbed my face and cursed myself for falling so heavily for an American who was just passing through. He’d meant to stay in Yorkshire for two days, visiting my brother while he was traveling in Europe. When we’d been introduced, two days fast turned into two weeks. I was on summer break from my teaching job, and Nathan, my brother, had introduced us at a busy wine bar. At some point that first day Nathan left us alone. While others came and went, we talked and talked, and connected at a deep level. Afterwards, Cameron came home with me, instead of going back to Nathan’s.

Nathan told us he knew we’d hit it off. He’d known since he first met Cameron in the States, the year before. Yeah, right, I thought, with a wry smile. It didn’t really matter, because this wasn’t something I could deny.

I sat in the Land Rover and blew my nose, unhappily. Through the fence that separated the car park from the rail tracks I saw that his train was disappearing out of the station. In forty minutes it would arrive in York and he would change to a fast, mainline train to Edinburgh, where he was attending an academic conference on Monday, before traveling on. He’d invited me to go with him for the weekend, and I was tempted, just for two more days of what we’d had. But I was already in too deep.

Still, I wanted to go. Really I did. To hell with the consequences.

My pulse raced erratically as a crazy idea flitted through my mind. The train would stop at each of the villages between here and York, and if I put my foot down I could get to York station in around the same time. I could surprise him and show him what I was made of. It was madness, a token gesture, but an important one all the same. Now that I had identified my deeper emotions, I suddenly needed to do it. A heady emotional rush drove me to act, something borne of the incendiary mix of desire and affection I felt for him. I shoved the keys into the ignition, locked my seatbelt in place and reversed out of the parking place.

Seconds later I was on the road. If I made it to York in time, we’d have another ten minutes together before he left. I laughed at myself, shaking my head at my own reflection in the rear view mirror. Why was I doing this? Because I wanted him. Cameron was the best time I’d ever had. That first night, when I invited him to crash at my place, he stopped me on the threshold, backing me against the door jamb.

If I come inside, I’ll undress you, because I want you. He stroked my neck, and then kissed it, his breath warm against my skin. You do realize that?

I swallowed. Deep down I knew it, but he was so forthright. I was shocked, but I wanted it too. Yes, I know.

As soon as the words passed my lips, his hands were all over me—demanding and masterful. His mouth claimed mine and I flared at his touch, turning into an elemental thing, all damp heat and vitality.

Moments later he lifted me from my feet, walked me inside and kicked the door shut behind us. Which way to the bedroom?

His voice was gruff and urgent with need as he looked down the hallway.

Unable to muster a verbal response I nodded my head and pointed at the bedroom door.

Too late, I’ve spotted the sofa. He turned me into his arms, wrapped my legs around his hips and headed for my old leather chesterfield in the lounge area beyond.

My hands locked on his shoulders possessively, my sex throbbing.

He tipped me back over the arm of the sofa and allowed my shoulders to slide down onto the cushions, so that my hips were positioned right there on the arm of the sofa, my lower legs dangling free. I laughed, breathlessly. The way he handled me, so sure and direct, made me melt. Then he parted my legs, reached under my skirt and touched me between my thighs. It was just as well I was on my back. When he made love to me that night I was truly in heaven.

I squeezed my thighs together and blinked. Apparently I couldn’t keep sex with Cameron out of my thoughts. I covered the first part of the drive to York quickly. Hope sped me on. Then I got stuck behind a tractor hauling a trailer full of hay bales. The oncoming traffic made it impossible to pass. My fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel while I waited for the driver to pull over and let me by. He would, hopefully soon enough. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was going to be tight but there was still time. Making the connection was a challenge, one that I intended to rise to.

That’s what Cameron had done to me. He’d changed me because he challenged me and pushed me beyond my limits. I never would have tried anything like this mad car chase before he came into my life.

Why not? he’d asked, when I said we couldn’t possibly have sex out on the open landscape of the Yorkshire moors.

I glanced across the heather covered ground and along the path we had walked. Because someone might see.

But you want to? He continued to stroke my pussy through my jeans.

Gasping for breath, I wriggled under his touch. Yes.

Do you see anyone else around?

I looked, scanned from the rocky outcrop beyond us to the rolling hills below. No, but someone might pass by while we’re...

It was too late. The click, click, click of my opening zipper signaled my surrender. He had his hand inside my jeans, inside my panties, and I wanted it.

I’m willing to take the risk, if you are. His finger slid into my damp groove.

I couldn’t reply. He made me come three times with his hand, until I was so desperate to have his cock inside me that I begged him to take the risk.

I need you, Cameron.

He took one last glance around, then hauled my jeans off, flipped me over so that he was covering my back, and climbed between my thighs.

No risk, no reward, he said as his hard cock plowed into me.

I smiled to myself as I remembered. It was his motto.

The tractor had moved aside and I was into the home straight. The traffic through the city centre unnerved me, but when I saw the station up ahead and looked at the clock, I had maybe ninety seconds to spare.

I got lucky in the car park and snagged a parking place just inside. As fast as I could, I locked up the vehicle and ran into