Kitten

By Eden Bradley

Only Daddy can make her purr...

Noelle hasn’t had a Daddy since her ex abandoned her at the worst possible time in her life, leaving her scarred in more ways than one. Can she trust the most intriguing and naturally dominant man she’s ever met to fill that role?

Kane hasn’t been anyone’s Daddy since he lost his first love, but Noelle draws him in a way no one ever has. He sees the adorable vulnerability in her, and soon he wants nothing more than to dive into a side of kink neither of them has ever played with. But will going that deep mean she’s not the only vulnerable one? Because the one thing he can’t control is Noelle inevitably stealing his heart.

What’s a Daddy to do when a little girl brings him to his knees?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eden Bradley
• Release date: Mar 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005803278

Eden Bradley

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin has written erotica and erotic romance for Berkley, Bantam, Harlequin Spice/HQN, Samhain Publishing and Black Lace, as well as indie publishing, and recently for Red Hot Romance Publishing. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. Her debut novel THE DARK GARDEN was praised as “a masterpiece”, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick. More recently, her novella GIRL (Book One in The Training House Series) has repeatedly been called “phenomenal”, and BDSM author Jenna Jacob said “Nothing has touched me like this since ‘Story of O’”. Her novels and novellas have been translated into thirteen languages.As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences. Eden speaks regularly on BDSM psychology and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women. She offers her enormously popular Empower Your Sexual Self course for women, as well as writing courses through her website.Eden loves art, shoes, tattoos, her Boston Terrier, chocolate, and reading and writing smutty books, of course, not necessarily in that order.Visit her online:Website: www.EdenBradley.com

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KITTEN

Eden Bradley

KITTEN

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© 2020 Eden Bradley

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About Eden

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Chapter One

Tuesday mornings are always my Monday mornings, and this one feels all-too painfully Monday-ish, after the bottle of wine my best friend Roxy and I polished off last night. I’m fumbling with my key to the Rox and Rose and juggling the two large cups of coffee I picked up at the corner café when the door of the salon opens from the inside.

Good morning, sunshine! Roxy, who’s my boss as well as my best friend, smiles widely as she lets me in, looking far too fresh and chipper.

Ugh! Rox, aren’t you the least bit hungover?

You know I can drink any sailor under the table, Noelle. Here, honey.

Roxy takes the coffee from me and drops two ibuprofen into my hand in exchange.

I manage a smile. You’re a lifesaver.

Just covering my own ass, sweetheart—the book is full today. Now take those, drink your coffee, and touch up your lip gloss. I have a new client for you this morning.

Why would I have to touch up my… I frown. Rox, are you trying to fix me up again?

She grins, twirling one of her bright auburn curls around her finger, a habit of hers. Well, it’s as much Skye’s fault as mine.

I roll my eyes as I turn to walk down the length of the salon. The long, narrow space is punctuated with sleek gray salon chairs, and the white-painted brick walls are hung with stylish black-and-white photography.

Roxy follows me, of course.

In the back room where we mix color, I stick my leather bag in a lower cabinet, then straighten to face her. Okay, tell me, I guess.

Why are you so resistant? It’s been more than two years since—

For good reason, I say flatly.

Roxy lays a hand on my shoulder. I know, honey. But look, this man is a friend of Skye’s Sir, Adam, so he has to be a good guy.

And a Dom?

Just saying the word makes butterflies flutter in my stomach but I ignore them. My last relationship nearly ruined kink for me. In fact, it ruined relationships for me, and none of my friend’s matchmaking has ever changed my mind. Of course, Skye and her Dom, Adam, are good people, but another kink dynamic is the last thing I’m looking for. A little play at the clubs at some point? Probably. At some point. But anything more than play? Not in the cards for me.

Yes, he’s a Dom, and a good one with an excellent reputation, Roxy says firmly. I don’t really see you ever developing a relationship with a vanilla guy.

I haven’t even met him, and it’s a relationship already? Come on, Rox.

Turning, I make my way back to my station and start pulling out my scissors and combs, setting them on a tray. Roxy comes up behind me.

All I’m saying is, meet him, see if you like him. That’s it.

I blow out a breath, catching her blue-eyed gaze in the mirror. That’s it?

She grins again. I hear he’s hot.

Then why don’t you go for him?

You know I’m a switch. And apparently he’s a total Top—it would be a permanent power struggle. Anyway, I’m happy enough with the subbie boys I’m playing with at The Power Plant. You know, you could come to the club with me sometime. It’s been ages.

"And you know I’m done with the club scene for now. With any scene. I’m not ready. So why you and Skye want to fix me up with some super-Dom, I don’t know."

Because you’ve been alone long enough. And you’re kinky as fuck, Noelle. We don’t ever really lose that, even if it changes forms over time. And this guy? Skye says he’s a good man, an amazing Dominant who really knows his stuff. He’s just moved here to San Francisco from LA so he can go into business with Adam flipping real estate. You know Adam wouldn’t trust just anyone—to go into business with, or to date you.

I just don’t know…

Roxy reaches past me to slide open the top drawer at my station and hands me a tube of lip gloss. Do this, anyway. Just in case. He’ll be here any minute.

Crap. Okay, okay.

I take the tube, lean into the mirror and swipe a little berry-tinted gloss over my lips. Straightening up, I fluff my long brown hair, thinking I need to get Rox to recut my layers and touch up my gold highlights soon.

You look gorgeous, as always, she assures me.

I wasn’t trying to—

Yes, but if he’s as hot as Skye says he is, you’ll be glad you primped.

I wave my arms at her. Go get your own station set up, Rox, and leave me be. I’m a big girl. I can manage this situation on my own.

Okay, I’m going, I’m going. But you can thank me later. Oh, and did I mention he’s an experienced Daddy Dom?

That’s the last thing I need, Rox!

"That’s exactly what you need, my friend, she calls over her shoulder, then greets her first client with a wave as he comes in the door. Hi, Clark, come on back."

Shaking my head, I move to the front desk to look over the appointment book, but before I can see what the client’s name is, the bell on the door jangles…and there he is.

Jesus.

The breath leaves my body for a moment as I take in all six-foot-something of him. His dark hair has a few silver streaks, and there’s a sexy layer of stubble over his cut jawline. His features are all sharply-drawn, except for his mouth, which seems almost too lush for his face. His gauged ears and leather jacket give him