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Mastered 2 Box Set Author Spotlight Series, Day 5: Resistor by Madelynne Ellis

mastered2 quote card madelynneEllisWhat’s more irresistible than a hot, tattooed alpha rock star? One playing hard to get! Rocker, Spook, is about to take a sinful turn in Madelynne Ellis’ Mastered 2 story, “Resistor”!

Sex is the last thing on Spook’s mind, or he wishes it was. “Resistor” by @MadelynneEllis, part of #Mastered2! http://amzn.to/1EyxSHj #BDSM

Rhythm guitarist, Spook Mortensen doesn’t want a second chance with sound engineer, Allegra Hutton– not over a table, in a limo or in bed.

Spook Mortensen has one rule when it comes to relationships: just say no. He has his reasons. Good reasons. His policy of total abstinence has kept him out of trouble for years. Sex ought to be the last thing on his mind, but whenever go-getting sound engineer Allegra Hutton shows up, she doesn’t just hijack his libido, she downright screws with it. The only way to deal with her is to tie her up.

Alle realizes she’s upsetting Spook’s rhythm, but she’s under no illusion that he’s the right top to warm her bottom.

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“Let’s go into the party suite.”

It was only a few short steps across the hall. Spook tried the door handle, then ushered her inside. The huge room was all decked out for when the auditorium emptied. Tables and chairs set out around the edges, canapés on the bar, and row upon row of filled crystal glasses waiting to be served.

Spook grabbed a glass off the nearest tray and downed it in one long gulp before reaching for another.

“In need of Dutch courage?” she asked.

“Guess so.” Second drained, he went for a third. “Course it’d help if it was something stronger than pissing sherry.” He slammed the glass back down against the tablecloth, then looked a little sheepish, possibly over how much force he’d used, though equally it could have been over his treatment of her. Perhaps indicative of its quality, the glass remained intact.

“OK!” He paused to drag both hands through the front of his hair, which left the blond strands sticking up. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I —”

“I’ve driven you to drink,” she remarked, casting a glance at the row of empties.

“Demented,” he corrected her. “You’ve driven me demented, as if the band didn’t do that already.”

“Pretty impressive of me, given we haven’t spoken for months.”

He took a deep breath and sighed, but faced her straight on. “I thought about you. A lot.

Maybe too much. Definitely too much.”

“Nice things?” she asked. Yes, she was fishing for compliments, but hey, five minutes ago she didn’t think they’d ever be having this conversation.

“Depends on your definition of nice.”

“Naughty,” she replied. “As in things that turned you on, and maybe got you sweating a little, and hard.” She flicked her gaze down to his loins and back.

Spook gave a groan. “I’d be lying if I said otherwise.”

“So, why didn’t you call?”

His hand shot out to seize another drink. Alle curled her fingers around his outstretched arm, making him pause. Slowly, he released the stem of the glass and steadied his gaze upon her face again. “Because this can’t be.”

“Why not? Is there someone else?”

“No — hell, no!” His brow furrowed. “There’s nobody.”

“Then you’re making no sense. What’s wrong with us enjoying some adult fun?” She sought his hand to link their fingers together.

Spook’s frown only deepened at the sight of their palms pressed together so tightly, but, she noticed, he didn’t pull away. “Alle, I can’t be who you want me to be.”

The ludicrousness of the remark surprised a smile out of her. “You are who I want you to be.”

“No.” He freed his fingers from her grip and used them to cover her mouth. ‘I’m not. I know you think you’ve found the person who’ll give you what you’re craving, but I’m not that man. I can’t… I’m sorry.’

‘Did I imagine you tanning my arse?’

‘No.’

‘Am I supposed to believe you’re not interested in doing it again?’

‘Of course not.

“Then what? Why? If you want it and I want it… Spook, we want the same thing, don’t we?

Why are you so dead against exploring that?”

He clammed up, lips pursed, deep, ocean-blue eyes downcast as he turned his hand to cup her cheek and chase a tear of frustration that tracked down her face.

“It was good between us, Spook.”

“Yes, it was. Better than good.”

She blinked, trying to clear her eyes, and not crumple into a blubbering heap. She was stronger than that. She didn’t cry, not with four brothers who’d mocked her mercilessly for it.

Tears had never got her what she wanted, quite the opposite. At home, her tears were what had marked her as a girl and had stopped her from getting her the same deal as the rest of her siblings. She couldn’t wipe the salt tracks from her skin though, without knocking Spook’s hand out of the way, and no matter what, she wouldn’t break that contact.

“I’m not worth crying over.”

“I’m not crying.”

He caught another tear on his fingertips and brought it to the tip of his tongue. Mesmerized, she watched him taste it, and felt her panties get wet. Sweet mercy! She could see him doing that after he’d pushed her to the limits of her endurance and she was just a breath away from numbness, sunk deep into a sort of sub-space of stretched nerves, surrender, and bliss. Her gasp left her lips gently parted and the remainder of her breath caught in the top of her lungs.

Spook’s gaze fixed upon her breasts, then lifted slowly back to her mouth.

She was going to kiss him.

She didn’t care if he pushed her away.

She was going to kiss him.

Kiss him now.

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