Series: Club Rio Brava
Hot sexy kisses that wet dreams are made of… That’s how surgeon Eli Calhoun thinks of resident Maggie Berman. Not even kinky sex with the submissives at Club Rio Brava can get his mind off having her. Problem: Eli’s a sexual Dominant, and Maggie’s the most “in control” woman he’s known. Until the night he takes her home and shatters that control—in the bedroom, at least. Maggie’s running scared. She’s learned some hard lessons from her ex-Master. When the hunky surgeon makes a move on her, offering to make her wildest dreams come true, it’s not just about the sex. Eli wants it all—and that includes her precious control.
Note: The Club Rio Brava series is spun off A Mutual Favor. The stories in the Club Rio Brava series originally comprised the Members Only series from another publisher, but have been completely rewritten for Ellora’s Cave. Loving Control has been noted by a few readers as being very similar in plot line to Ann's EC novella, Mastered, although the novellas are totally different as to characterization, setting, etc., and were written independently several years apart.
Eli’s big, steady hand felt warm, protective as they crossed the dance floor toward a table for two in the corner of the lounge. Some feminine sixth sense told Margaret he wouldn’t be a dud in bed, the way her latest lover had been. Unfortunately, that successful tort attorney had pretty much convinced her she needed more than just any attractive man to find satisfaction. He hadn’t satisfied her in bed, either, but then he hadn’t cared.
Frigid. Ice queen. His parting words reverberated in her head, silent warning that she’d be letting herself in for the same sort of frustration and rejection if she started up a relationship with another vanilla hero.
She’d wanted at the time to tell the guy he was wrong, taunt him with stories of how she’d gone wild with hard-edged Doms, lovers she could hardly have dragged with her to hospital social functions.
It would have done no good. The lawyer wouldn’t have understood why she needed him to take control of her body yet allow her the freedom to exert control over her own professional life. Besides, he hadn’t been a dominant man. If she’d voiced her needs to him, he’d have labeled her some sort of pervert.
Would Eli? When they first met she’d fantasized about the big, muscular surgeon being a Dom, but he’d never given her any overt signs. Finally she’d decided her hunch had been wrong. Eli was a mentor and friend, nothing more. Still, when he laid a hand on her thigh, she couldn’t help imagining…
Him, stripping her naked in the surgery lounge. Using some sterile gauze dressing rolls to bind her arms…her breasts. Rendering her helpless to his sensual onslaught. Her nipples tingling as he bent his dark head to one straining peak.
God, just thinking of him making her give in to his will and her own desires, made her juices start to flow. Eli Calhoun was a good man, one she could so easily love—if he proved half as commanding in the bedroom as he was in surgery.
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