Ten minutes later she stomped into some dingy pub on the corner of Bernard and Wilson. With big screen televisions over the bar, team jersey’s of all sorts hanging from the walls and two pool tables in the middle of the room instead of a dance floor, she got the hint. It was a sports pub.
The waitress who wondered over to the booth Anna had slid into and stood at the edge of the table. She wore a tight white V-neck T-shirt that showed off impressive cleavage and too much make-up. The bright red nametag on just above her right breast said Sally. Sally cocked her hip out and smiled wanly. “What can I getcha?”
All she needed to do was snap her gum and she’d be a total cliché. “Pint of draft and three shots of Tequila. Gold if you have it.”
Sally’s eyes widened and she looked at the empty bench space on either side of Anna. “Expecting company?”
Anna smiled, baring her teeth. “Nope, it’s all for me.”
Sally walked away, shaking her head and Anna bit back a sigh. It didn’t matter that she showed her teeth, shit, she could curse and growl and threaten, and people just looked at her and shook their heads, or worse …laughed.
It was her Mom’s fault. The silky blond hair and fair skin came from her. Mom said the full mouth, and foul language came from her Dad, but since he’d died before Anna was born, she didn’t see how. Whatever. She was what she was, and she’d long since given up on caring what people thought about her.
Sally came back with her drinks and Anna paid cash, making sure to tip the girl. She’d waited table before, and knew it wasn’t an easy job. She slammed the two shots of tequila immediately, one right after the other. The burn down her throat and into her stomach was not so welcome, but the warmth that spread through her veins and mellowed the throbbing pain in her head was.
Anna sat there, staring at the empty shot glasses and wondered if the supernatural bounty hunters would ever leave her alone. She felt like crap. Her jaw hurt, there was a good sized knot on the back of her head, and thanks to that sappy movie and lovely demon attack, she was feeling lonelier than ever.
It didn’t seem to matter what she did or where she went, they always found her. She’d only been in Pearson for two days!
Sipping her beer she scanned the pub. The crowd was sparse, and the clientele seemed to be made up mostly of the blue-collar type. The mean wore jeans, T-shirts, and steel toed boots, the few women wore denim shorts or skirts, tank tops that ranged in color but helped showcase cleavage, even the ones with little to showcase. No one stood out as particularly dangerous, and even though most glanced her way at some point in those first few minutes, no one approached her table.
Anna watched two men move up to the pool tables and get ready to start a game. In all honesty, it wasn’t until the blond one kept glancing her way, that she really took note of him.
He was good looking, in a cocky, king-of-the-world sort of way. His well-worn jeans hugged him in all the right places, his T-shirt was mostly clean, and his smile was seductive.
Anna watched him bend over the table to line up his next shot and a little tingle went through her. He had a very nice ass. Round, and firm. She could picture her hands on it, her nails digging in and urging him on as they flexed and filled with every thrust of his hips.
Ohh, she thought. That would feel so good right now.
He sank three more balls and then he was lining up the black eight ball. With a smooth sure stroke, he put that one in the corner pocket. He straightened up, looked over his shoulder at her, and winked.
The tingle in her belly spread lower and she smiled. He was just what she needed. Too wrapped up in himself to want more than one night, he would be the perfect distraction from her dismal thoughts.
She took a sip from her beer, and put a little sparkle behind her smile the next time he glanced her way. His swagger increased as he moved around the table and Anna chuckled silently. Oh yeah, he was definitely what she needed to get her mind off her life.
When the second game was over, he set his cue stick down and made his way to her booth. He moved with a smooth liquid grace that had her blood heating and her mind stripping him naked.
“Hi there,” he said. “Can I get you another drink?”
She glanced down and realized not only had she finished her beer, but the third shot glass was empty too. She didn’t even remember drinking it, and her headache was pretty much gone.
“No, thanks,” she replied. She better not drink anymore. Safety first, and alcohol slowed her reflexes and dimmed her control over her powers. “But you should join me anyway.”
“I’m Gabe,” he said as he slid into the booth. “How are you doing tonight?”
“Better every minute,” she replied honestly.
His eyes widened and she noticed they were a nice deep blue. Very pretty eyes for a man. When he chuckled his white teeth flashed and she thought they were pretty too.
Funny, she’d never thought of teeth as attractive before. Maybe it wasn’t his teeth, it was the lips that surrounded them. They were nice. Yes, very nice and full. Very kissable.
Without another thought she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.

Gabe sucked in a breath at the soft touch of the woman’s lips and then went with it. He leaned in, parted his lips and slicked his tongue over her teeth. She tasted of tequila, and something sweet, but before he could deepen the kiss, she pulled back.
“You’ll do,” she said.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m looking for a distraction from my own thoughts, and I figure you’ll do.”
He sat back against the booth and looked at her. Really looked at her. Cute blond curls, pretty face, naughty smile. She definitely looked normal, even if she was slightly mussed up. The gleam in her dark eyes was sexy, not psychotic and he wondered if maybe he’d just misinterpreted what she’d said.
But there was really no way to misinterpret the kiss.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Smooth, Gabe.
“What do you think I’m saying?” Her laugh was husky and seductive, not at all what he’d expect from such an innocent looking thing. Unexpected was good though, she was pretty enough to catch his eye, but that laugh, it stroked him all over and made his dick harden to hammer strength.
“That you’ve already decided to spend the night with me.”
“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.” She looked at her empty glass pointedly. “Let’s go, shall we?”
For the first time in his life, Gabriel Mann didn’t know what to do. He wanted the woman. Hell, he’d wanted her from the second she’d stomped through the door. He’d been sharing some beer and some laughs with friends in another booth at the back of the bar and she’d caught his eye immediately. And while picking up women had always come easy to him, there was something off about how easy it had been this time.
“Maybe we should sit and talk a bit first.” He couldn’t believe he’d just said that.
“Why?”
Ignoring the hard-on pressing against his zipper he thought fast. “I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Anna,” she said. Then she smiled, her lips turning up at the corners slowly. “Did I scare you? I’m sorry. I’m just not that great with social skills.”
Intrigued, he leaned forward. “Why not? You’re beautiful. I’d think you get hit on all the time.”
“Yeah, I do get hit on a lot.” She put a hand to the back of her head and winced. She must’ve noticed his puzzled expression because she laughed again, this time a bit self-consciously. “Sorry, private joke.”
“Let’s start over, shall we?” She took a deep breath and he tried not to stare as her breasts rose and fell with it. They were the perfect size, round and firm and just more than a handful. He could already feel their warm weight in his hand. “I’m Anna, and I’d love another beer.”
A little unsure what to do, Gabe waved Sally over and ordered two more beers. When the waitress had walked away he turned to Anna.
“So tell me Anna, why do you think you’re not good with the social skills?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
His lips twitched. He couldn’t help it, she was so cute when she scowled. “I don’t know. I think your quick decision making skills are an asset. I mean, I knew as soon as I saw you that I wanted to spend the night with you. I can hardly hold it against you that you did the same thing.”
She beamed at him. “Exactly!”
Sally set their drinks on the table and he watched as the girl held out some money. “I’ve got them,” he said, waving it away. “Sally’ll put them on my tab.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“See? That was proper social etiquette and it wasn’t that hard.”
Anna’s gaze snapped to his and he grinned. She saw that he was joking around and laughed. Relief hit him and he relaxed. Okay, so she was a bit different, but she had a sense of humor.
As they drank, they talked the small talk that people who really had nothing to say talked.
“Let me get this straight,” he said a while later. “You went to see Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and it made you cry,-“
“Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Two.”
“Sorry, Two. The point being that it made you cry?”
“Yeah,” she shrugged. “I know I’m a sap. But the magic of their friendship was so special.”
He snorted. “Magic?”
She slid him a glance. “You don’t believe in magic?”
Magic, psychic abilities, shapeshifters … all topics of conversation he desperately wanted to avoid. Time to change the subject, fast. “So you’re new to Pearson?”
“Just got here yesterday,” she replied. “It’s a nice small city, but the people aren’t very friendly.”
“I’m friendly.”
She eyed him. “You could’ve been friendlier.”
“Friendlier?”
She waggled her eyebrows up and down lecherously and he laughed. It was truly rare for a women to catch him off-guard like that, but at least the initial awkwardness of conversation was definitely gone. And he was getting used to her bluntness.
Sure, she’d shocked the shit out of him, but he was kicking his own ass now for not jumping out of the booth and leading her out the door when he’d had the chance.
As if reading his mind she, finished her beer, smacked those luscious lips together and met his gaze. “I have a room nearby, you ready to go?”
Excitement washed over him and his skin tightened all over his body. Oh, yeah. He was more than ready. “Definitely.”
He slid from the booth, highly aware of the bulge in his pants. When she followed behind him, slapping his ass playfully when he stood he forgot all about anyone else in the pub. He reached for her hand and wrapped his fingers around hers. “So where is this room you mentioned?”

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Chapter 4

I sat in the cheap plastic chair at the little patio table all by myself and people-watched for a while. I’d had a bit to drink, and I needed to kill some time before I drove home.

My mind kept going back to the online dating thing. Dee had been harping on me for years to stop being so open about my sexuality. That no matter what men said, the old double standard was still there. Good girls didn’t have sex on the first date, and bad girls were only good for sex.

I told her I refused to believe it…but in reality, I believed it. I just refused to let it change who I was or how I acted. And I’d paid for it.

The online thing had been intriguing for a month or so, but it ended up being nothing but demoralizing. All that talking and flirting through e-mails only to meet the guy and find out either A) there was absolutely no chemistry at all. Or B) They were liars.

There had been one or two that I’d had great chemistry with, and great sex too, but that had been it. The worst thing about the online dating fiasco had been that it had gotten my hopes up. It had seemed a great way to meet guys outside the bar, but in all reality, the men online were worse than the ones in the bar. At least the guys in the bar didn’t try to pretend they wanted more than what they did, which was usually a night or two of hot sex, with no promises.

The guys online handed out a bunch of crap about looking for a relationship and love. The majority of the time I’d meet with them, and silly me, think we were forming a connection, only to discover that once they got laid, I never hear from them again. I was all for a night of hot dirty sex with a stranger, no strings attached, but I didn’t like being lied to.

Whatever. I might be willing to give up the hunt for love, but I was not going to give up sex. It was one of the few things that kept me sane.

All that thinking about sex had erotic heat thrumming through my veins and a dampness forming between my thighs. Dee knew I had more than one lover, but she had no idea just how addicted to it all I’d become over the years. One glance around the pub showed me there were no single men to hit on and my frustration rose.

Then I got mad at myself. “Jesus, Kelsey, you just got laid for a week straight. Give yourself a time-out,” I muttered to myself.

To make sure I didn’t follow the urge to troll through my phone index for a man to fuck, I flipped open my cell and dialed from memory. “Hey little sis, what are you up to tonight?”

“Kelsey! I thought you were on a beach somewhere?”

“That was last week. Keep up, would ya?”

Ariel’s light laugh echoed over the phone line. “Sorry. It’s tough having a jet-setting sister, y’know. What’s up?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while and I thought I’d invite you over to dinner tonight. I have a new recipe I want to try out.” I didn’t have a new recipe, but cooking and eating were second only to sex in the simple pleasures of life on my list. And beaches. Yeah, laying on beaches was up there on that list too.

“Ohhhh.” Ariel moaned into the phone. “It sounds so good. You know I love your cooking, but I have to finish addressing these freak’n wedding invitations.”

“Do that tomorrow.”

“I can’t. It’s the fifteenth and I have to get them done or Miles’s mother will never let me live it down.”

I snorted. “Procrastinated as long as you could, huh?” Ariel was the queen of the last minute detail. Speaking of which. “Have you found a dress yet?”

“I don’t want to talk about that,” she said crisply. Then her voice took on a hopeful tone. “Since you don’t have a date tonight, you could come over and help me with the invitations.”

“Um, no.” I laughed. “I think I’ll stay away from the homestead while it’s all caught up in wedding fever. It’s not my style. But you be sure to call me whenever you need to get away from it all.”
Ariel promised and we hung up.

Restless energy had me up and out of my seat in seconds. I tossed some cash on the table to match Dee’s and headed out of the pub.

The closer I got to home, the hornier I became. By the time I parked my car and strode up the stairs to my apartment I had a clear plan, if not a clear head. I pulled my toy chest out from under my bed, stripped off my clothes, and went back to the living room with my hands full.

Since it was the middle of August, my place was still flooded with sunlight, even though it was just dinnertime.

I’d kept the curtains closed in the vain hope that my unit wouldn’t turn into an oven. Despite my lack of clothing, a layer of sweat popped up on my skin within seconds.

Uncaring of my nakedness, I pushed back the heavy curtains that shaded the room and slid the patio door open.

It was sort of weird to be standing on my own deck in the nude in broad daylight, but freeing too. I loved the sun on my naked skin when I was on a foreign beach, but I’d always tried to keep that part of my life separate. When I was home, I worked, I hung out with friends, and I … worked some more.

When I was away from home, I truly played.

Only I needed to play now.

The DVD player was in the corner of the room right next to the patio doors and I loaded the disk into it before going to take a chair from the kitchen. I set the chair a couple feet in front of the TV, with the back to the screen.

The movie loaded and I flipped through the menu to my favorite scene. Then, pulling the six-inch silicone cock out of its silk storage sack, I slapped it onto the chair and grinned when the suction cup on the bottom took hold.
The next best thing to the real thing.

Flopping on the sofa, I watched as the woman on screen got on her knees between two naked men and started sucking one cock, then the other. I cupped my breasts and tugged on the nipples until they were red and tight, shooting pleasure straight to my core. When the moaning on screen started to get loud, I remembered the open patio door and turned the volume down with one hand while the other traveled over my belly to my sex.

Thinking about sex for the last hour had me so excited my clit was already hard and sensitive. I tugged on the piercing, rubbed the jewel against my clit once, twice, three times and I was up. This was not going to take long at all.

Bracing my hands on the back, I swung my leg over the chair and let the head of the dildo nudge my entrance. Tilting my head back I inched lower, my thigh muscles starting to tremble with the strain of going slow. The head breached my entrance and I lowered myself onto the dildo.
I was wet and more than ready, but with no lube it was still a tight fit.

Pain mixed with the pleasure and I pushed down harder as I watched the girl on screen get a cock shoved up her pussy from behind while the second guy fucked her mouth. They were a wickedly beautiful trio.

Finally it was all the way in and I was so full a guttural moan ripped from my throat. Fuck, I loved being full. I loved the tinge of pain that shaded the pleasure soaring through my system. I loved the raw naughtiness of fucking myself in broad daylight while the scandalous sounds of the porn filled the room.

With my feet planted on the floor and juices flowing so fast, I was soon bouncing up and down, and moaning louder than the people on screen. Sweat slicked my body and my insides clenched. This time when I thought about the open curtains, the sunlight, and the fact that someone might hear me, my cunt clenched. I closed my eyes and imagined the hand that reached down between my legs wasn’t mine. Rough fingers circled my clit, tugging on it until my back arched and my mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure.

I sat for a minute, still full of fake cock, with my arms folded across the back of the chair and my head resting on top of them. The grunting, panting, and sighing coming from the TV told me I’d beaten my celluloid friends to the finish line and I laughed.

Chapter 5

She was glorious.
Harlan Shaw stood near the window of his loft and stared across the street in amazement. He wasn’t in the habit of spying on his neighbors. He’d been staring out the window chasing his muse when a movement had caught his attention, and he’d focused on the naked woman opening her patio door.

A petite but well-rounded woman with curves and softness in all the right places. A woman with breasts that jiggled with every move and hips rounded enough to get a good grip on. When she’d dropped onto the couch and started playing with those breasts, Harlan had been a bit surprised. He didn’t know many women bold enough to run around naked in broad daylight, let alone masturbate.

He stepped closer to the window and watched, mesmerized as she played with herself. When she’d stood up and straddled the chair in the middle of the room, he finally noticed the rubber dick sticking up out of it and realized he’d found his missing muse.

“Such a dirty girl,” he murmured in appreciation.

The sun danced over her skin as her breasts bounced, and she rode that cock. Harlan’s own hand covered his crotch and his thumb stroked the hardness beneath his zipper. He could easily take himself out and join her in her naughtiness, but he didn’t want to be distracted. He just wanted to watch.

The expression on her face, the way she moved, and the way her hips swiveled … she was pure animal in heat. There was no pretense or coyness, no tentativeness at all in her movements. She was on the hunt for pleasure, and it was intoxicating to watch.

Her head went back, black hair streaming over her arched back as her breasts thrust forward, the tips glinting in the sunlight. Harlan held his breath, his eyes glued to her face as her eyes closed and her lips parted.

Christ, how he wanted to hear her scream.

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My timing was perfect.

I made my way through the crowded tables of Vantage Sports Pub to the patio where my friend waited. I made it to the plastic deck chair waiting for me mere seconds before the waitress arrived with a fresh pitcher of frozen margaritas.

“How was Jamaica?” Dee McDonald asked as my butt hit the chair.

I thought of Marco and the secluded beach escapade. “In a word … delicious.”

Dee was the manager of an Irish pub near the University and my best friend for the past fifteen years, ever since we met in college. Only two years apart in age, and both working in the hospitality industry, we understood each other in ways that only close friends, and other waitresses could. But even Dee only understood that part of me. She didn’t get that I was always searching for- well, searching.

Hell, even I didn’t really know for sure what it was I was searching for. I just knew there had to be more to life than what was in front of me, and I wasn’t going to find out what it was by living by someone else’s rules.

“Only a masochist would go to the Caribbean in August,” Dee said, distracting me from my thoughts.
The server set frosty glasses on the table and Dee poured us each a margarita from the pitcher while I answered.

“It was cheap, and not much hotter than this. Plus, the occasional afternoon thunderstorm cooled things off nicely.” I eyed her. Dee’s brunette hair was streaked blond and cut in a short bob. “And how were things in McDonald-land while I was gone? I like the new haircut by the way. Very playful and summery.”

“Thanks! Last week work sucked, and Jason fell asleep on the sofa every night, but the weekend was great. We got the backyard landscaped and the basement is almost finished. Oh, and Jason picked up a bunch of fitness equipment, including a cross trainer, so instead of meeting at the gym we can work out in the basement if we want.”

I ignored the twinge of longing at the mention of comfortable married life and focused on the second half of what Dee said.

Jason was Dee’s husband, and gorgeous as that man was, I didn’t want to be working out in any basement.

“Sweetie, you’re forgetting that one of the reasons I work out at the gym is so I can drool over all the hot male hard-bodies that hang out there. What fun would working out in your basement be?”
“Jason will be there, and I know you think he’s hot. He thinks you’re pretty too, so you two can just drool over each other.”

I rolled my eyes. “Get real. Jason can’t see anyone else when you’re around. Not that he’d drool over me anyway.”

It was Dee’s turn to roll her eyes. “You get real, you’re like a cross between a fifties pin-up model and the modern Goth Girl. If Marilyn Monroe was a thirty-something right now, she’d look like you. Well, with black hair. The point is, all you have to do is smile and bat your eyelashes and men drool over you.”

“Yeah?” I couldn’t help myself, Dee had hit a sensitive spot. “First off, I’m not a goth, I just happen to have a unique sense of style. And second, is that why I’m thirty-five and still single? Because I’m so pretty that all I have to do is smile and men drool?”

“No,” she said and waved her hand dismissively. “You’re still single because you want to be single. Anytime a guy tries to get closer to you than your bed, you sabotage the relationship.”

That was because when men found out how much I enjoyed sex that was all they saw. They stopped seeing me as anything more than a real life blow-up doll, and I wanted more than that. I deserved more than that.

“If I wanted to be single, I wouldn’t have put that stupid personal ad online,” I muttered.

“How’s that going anyway?”

“It’s not.” I watched over Dee’s shoulder as the couple at the table behind her leaned together and kissed. It was a slow, seductive kiss, with the guy cupping the woman’s cheek in his hand as he looked into her eyes. It was the kind of kiss I dreamt about.

“Kelsey?”

“Huh?” I tore my gaze away from the couple and focused on the conversation. Where were we? Oh yeah, the online thing. I drained the last of my margarita and made light of it all. “After chatting online to more guys than I thought possible, I gave it up as hopeless about a month ago.”
“Hopeless? Really?”

Well, except for Randy. But Randy wasn’t a boyfriend, he was occasional … exercise. He filled a need, that was it. But I didn’t say that. Dee might be my closest friend, but there were some things even I preferred to keep private.

“Yeah, only a few of the men were interesting enough to actually meet for a drink. And of course, the ones I’m attracted to aren’t interested in me, and vice-versa. It’s easier to just stick with what I have.” Which is a lover who was happy to come when I called, share a drink or two, fuck, then leave.

“What about the gym?” Dee asked.

“No one ever hits on me at the gym.” I caught the waitress’s eye and she nodded. Another drink was on the way.

“Maybe if you didn’t wear headphones someone would try to chat you up.”

“I tried that actually. And you know what I noticed?”

“What?”

“That everyone else was wearing headphones.”

Dee shook her head and I laughed.

“What about the grocery store?” Dee said determinedly. “You love to cook and I know you hit the market at least twice a week.”

I waved my hand. “Urban myth.”

“Ha! You’re just too damn picky.”

That got to me.

“I’m not too picky,” I snapped. “I just know myself, and what I need to be happy. So you’re right, I am single because I want to be.”
“What do you need, then?”

Tequila had loosened my tongue enough that I didn’t even think about it. “I want someone who will see below the surface and be in love with me. I want someone who wants more than to see me happy. I want someone who wants to make me happy.”

“I want someone that makes me want to please him. I know it’s almost archaic but I want someone to cook for. Someone to sit on the couch and veg with as well as someone I can give a look to who’ll be able to read it. He’ll know when I want to kill him, and when I want to ravish him. Or when I want him to slam me against the wall and have his way with me.” And I want him to accept that sometimes, he alone won’t be enough for me.

Dee’s brow puckered. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting the fantasy, Kels. But you have to understand that not everyone gets it.”

“Did it ever occur to you that not everyone gets it because not everyone is willing to wait for it?”
Dee stared at me blankly. I’d shocked her. Shit, I’d shocked myself. My façade was cracking and emotions were starting to leak out. I had to stop that. Now.

All I’d ever really admitted to myself was that I’d rather be on my own than waste my time in a relationship that wasn’t everything I wanted. Everything I needed. Self analysis was good, sometimes it even helped, but I did not need anyone thinking I was some lonely chick who needed a man to make her life complete. I worked damn hard to convince everyone who knew me that I was completely happy with every aspect of my single life. I worked even harder to convince myself.
The shock in Dee’s eyes had faded and I could clearly see concern building. Shit.

Relief swept over me when the waitress set a fresh jug of margaritas down. Dee grimaced. I poured myself another.

“I work in a nightclub, Dee. I see people fucking around and cheating on their partners all the time. That’s what happens when people settle, and I’m not going to do that. I have to believe there’s someone out there for me. Someone who will love the hyperactive, outgoing, and flirty me, as much as the somewhat dark and twisted me. If there isn’t, then I don’t want anyone.” I grinned at my friend. “Not on a permanent basis anyway.”

Dee laughed and shook her head. “That’s probably best. It’ll happen when you least expect it, it always does. Besides, you’re too busy traveling all over and playing sex games with your bed buddies to settle down right now. If you weren’t single you wouldn’t be able to do that. You certainly wouldn’t have been able to pick up some stranger and fuck him on the beach in Jamaica.” She winked at me. “Lucky bitch. How was it?”

I choked on a mouthful of margarita. “How do you know I even did that?”

“You said you were going to, and you always do what you say you’re going to. Now stop stalling and tell me how it was. I’m a boring old married woman, I need to live vicariously through you.”
“Boring maybe, but not old,” I stated firmly. “I’m older than you and I’m not old. So that means you’re not old yet, either.”

Dee raised her glass and tilted her head. “Point taken.”

The waitress came by to check on us and I ordered a couple of tequila shots.

“One shot, and that’s it,” Dee warned. “The last time we got into the shooters, Jason wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of the weekend. Funny how he gets mad at me when I have a few drinks, yet every time he comes home from playing golf, he’s hammered.”

I bit my tongue and took another sip of frosty lime loveliness. Dee had no idea how much I envied her relationship with Jason, and I wanted to keep it that way. There were times when booty calls and bed buddies were fun and exciting, but there were also times when coming home to an empty apartment sucked.

The waitress dropped off the tequila shots and I was quick to reach for mine. “To a man who loves you,” I said and raised my glass in a toast.

Dee raised her glass and clinked it against mine. “To living out the fantasy of fucking a stranger on a beach.”

For the next couple of hours Dee and I talked about work, clothes, Jamaica, Marco, and our hopes for the upcoming hockey season. The pub crowd thinned as time passed and people moved on to whatever plans they had for the evening. Just after four o’clock, Dee announced it was time to go.

“You go,” I replied. “I’m going to stay a while longer.”

She dug some cash out of her wallet and put it on the table beneath her empty glass. “Must be nice. I get to go home and cook dinner for a man who’ll probably just fall asleep on the couch the minute he’s done eating.”

“So wake him up,” I said, tired of her whining.

“Easier said than done, my friend.”

One of my biggest pet peeves is when people complain about something, yet do nothing to change it. Like a wife complaining about her husband falling asleep on the sofa. As far as I was concerned, where there’s a will, there’s a way. And the easiest way was sometimes the best. “Use sex. He’s a man, that’ll wake him up.”

“Use sex? Hell, I’d be thrilled to have sex tonight. It’s been almost a week, and last time it was barely over before he started snoring.”

“That’s sad.”

“Tell me about it. We had sex more often before we were married. You’re single and you have more sex than we do.”

That really is sad.

If I were married, you’d bet the man would be giving it to me every night. Otherwise divorce would be inevitable – unless he didn’t mind me having sex with others. I could probably live with that.

I gave my head a shake. It was time to focus on Dee. “So liven it up.” I told her. “Wake him up in a way he’ll never forget, and maybe he’ll be a little more energetic for the rest of the night.”

Dee’s eyes lit up and she leaned forward, her purse still clutched in her lap. “Tell me, Oh Wise Wild One, how should I do that?”

Excitement rippled through me.

I loved sex. I thought about sex all the time. Positions, scenarios, certain people, combinations of people, different ways to masturbate, different kinks. Over the years I’d found that there were few problems or issues that either alcohol or sex couldn’t cure.

Temporarily anyway …I was still working on the long term cure.

Mind you, falling asleep on the sofa sounded short term to me. “Do you guys ever role play?”

Her brow puckered. “Role play? As in the Naughty Nurse and her bedridden patient?”

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s one type of role playing. You guys ever do anything like that?”

“We tried it once, but I couldn’t stop laughing.”

Dee and I have been friends for a long time, and while she wasn’t as … open as I was, I remembered our drunk partying nights pretty clearly. She wasn’t as angelic as her big brown eyes led people to believe either.

“After dinner, tell him you’re going to the bedroom, and be sure to give him the look.”

“The look?”

“Yeah. The one that says ‘Follow me, I’m horny.’”

“Oh, that look.” Dee laughed. “Okay. Got it.”

“When you’re upstairs, find some sexy lingerie – matching bra and panties, garter and thigh high’s, baby doll nightgown – whatever you have that you know gets him hard and will make him drool.”
A secretive smile spread across Dee’s lips and I knew she instantly had an outfit in mind.
“If he hasn’t followed you into the bedroom by the time you’ve changed and are ready, then go get out the vacuum.”

“The vacuum?”

“If he’s asleep on the sofa, it’ll wake him up. If he’s not, he’ll still notice you. Just go about the cleaning, as if you had on sweatpants and a T-shirt. Bending here, stretching there.” I gave her a stern look. “But ignore him.”

Dee’s eyes were round and she was grinning like an idiot. “Oh my God,” she said. “That will drive him absolutely nuts.”

“There you go.” I nodded. “The rest is up to you, but I suggest if you have to take out the vacuum, you make him work for it.”

We shared another chuckle and Dee jumped up. “Okay, I’m outta here. I’ll call you.”

“I’m gonna want details.”

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Chapter 1

There are few things more enjoyable than lying naked on a sandy beach under a hot sun. Especially in a foreign country where no one knows me and I’m free do whatever, and whomever, I want.

Kelsey Howard, footloose and fancy free, answerable to no one. That was me.
Being single and adventurous made me the envy of many, and I had to admit, there were times when even I thought my life was blessed.

Cute as a kid, pretty as a girl, and then beautiful as a woman.

I do believe people see that when they look at me. I have to believe it, I’ve heard it my whole life. And on some days, I can even look in the mirror and see it. The problem is that I don’t always feel that way. I have a hole inside that needs to be filled, and despite the fact that I know filling it with food, drinks, and casual sex isn’t good, or smart . . . I still do it. I can’t stop myself. It’s the only way I know to fill that emptiness.

So really? Is it wrong if it makes me feel better? Even if it’s just for a little while?

Rising up a bit from my supine position on the beach, my elbows dug comfortably into the sand. I lounged in the heat of the Mediterranean sun and tracked the approach of my companion from behind dark sunglasses. Nope, nothing wrong with it at all.

Ocean water glistened over his bulging muscles as they rippled with every move he made. Hair slicked back and eyes intent on me, he prowled up the beach. Yeah, he was definitely prowling, and I was woman enough to appreciate it.

One of the few things I enjoy in life more than lying on a beach is lying under a well-built man. Both at once was a fantasy I was determined to finally have come true.

Marco was his name, and I’d met him at the hotel bar on my second night here. The all-inclusive resort we were at encouraged hedonistic behavior and after the first night spent watching everyone let loose, I was more than ready for my own sensual adventure. I’d almost given up hope of finding someone I could click with when he’d introduced himself and the sparks flew. Marco had proven to be very adventurous himself – a wonderful choice for my holiday fling.

I took a pull of tequila from the bottle I’d grabbed from the room’s mini-bar and a familiar tingle awoke low in my belly. Marco drew closer and I spread my legs a little wider, knowing he wouldn’t be able to avoid the temptation I presented.

Sure enough, hunger sparked in his dark eyes and he dropped to his knees at my feet. Large masculine hands cupped my bent knees and slid up my thighs, sending more tingles through my system.

“Hello there, stranger,” I said softly.

His teeth flashed in a predatory smile and he began crawling up and over my body until his mouth hovered over mine. “You look good enough to eat,” he said.

I looked to the left and saw no one, and then to the right. There was a couple about fifty yards down the beach, roasting themselves on a blanket and minding their own business, so I lifted my arms and pulled him down on top of me. “So what’s stopping you?”

He chuckled and kissed me hungrily. He tasted faintly of tequila and saltwater from the ocean, so I opened up and enjoyed the way our tongues rubbed together. The cool friction heated my blood and made my sex clench in anticipation. The nude beach we were on was part of the private resort where anything goes, and in that instant I made the decision to live up to my reputation as a wild child and enjoy every second of it.

I tilted my head back, and Marco took the hint, nuzzling his way down my neck. The sound of waves rhythmically lapping at the shore became an erotic symphony as he cupped my breasts and flicked the jeweled hoops there back and forth.

“So pretty,” he crooned. He wrapped his lips around one nipple and sucked hard, his tongue pulling at the piercing.

“Harder,” I urged him. A little pain always heightened the pleasure.

He complied and my hips jerked in response. Yes.

I slid my hands into his hair and nudged him lower. Eager to please, Marco slithered down my body until his talented mouth was hovering over my greedy cunt. His hands cupped my ass, lifting me as his tongue came out and flicked the jeweled hoop that pierced the protective hood of my clit. A sigh of pleasure slipped from between my lips and I pressed him closer.

Sometimes fantasies do come true.

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She watched from her bedroom window as the stranger walked the main street of Chadwick. It was almost four in the morning and the pitch black night made him look so … alone. It was more than the darkness and the quiet of the night that made him seem so. It was something about him. Melissa got the sense that even in the middle of a crowd, that man was alone.
He’d arrived about tweleve hours earlier, late in the afternoon, and word of his arrival had spread faster than wildfire. Such as things are in small towns.
Erin Rainier, her best friend since childhood, worked the front desk at the hotel down the street. And not five minutes after the stranger had checked in, she’d called Melissa, raving about how hot and sexy and mysterious the guy was.
Hot and sexy was good – Melissa could use some hot and sexy in her life that wasn’t self induced. Mysterious – not so much. Mysterious made her uneasy. Especially since he was prowling the empty streets in the middle of the night.
The closer he got closer to the bookstore her apartment was over the more on edge she grew.
There was a rythym to his gait and the way he was constantly searching his surroundings that put her on edge. Smooth and relaxed, yet with a sharp awareness that radiated off the man as his head swung from side to side as if he were searching… or hunting.
Her heart jackhammered in her chest. Melissa Montrose was not fond of hunters.
Suddenly, his head snapped back and his gaze went unerringly to her window. She froze. The room was dark behind her, and with the sheer curtain in front of her, as long as she didn’t move, he wouldn’t be able to see her from the street.
But she saw him, and her disquiet took on a new edge. Her nipples hardened and her insides quivered. The sexual appeal of a fling with a dangerous stranger was not lost on her. In fact, it appealed to her more daring side.

* * *

Melissa wasn’t sure what to think when the stranger walked into her bookstore later that morning. In fact, when she looked up at him, her mind went completely blank as her hormones kicked into high gear.
He was big. Not just tall, but big, and built.
At five foot five inches she was no shrinking violet, but he had to be at least a foot taller than her. And when he unzipped his Gore-Tex jacket, saliva pooled in her mouth at the true breadth of the mans shoulders. She wanted to curl up at his side, under his arm, and run her hands over the muscled chest and flat abs. Her gaze traveled down, over said stomach and below the belt. Black cargo style pants that were a bit loose, but fitted enough for her see he was probably built there as well.
She raised her gaze again and found him watching her check him out. Intense blue eyes met hers and she reminded herself that he could be- he was dangerous. Intellectually she knew it, even if her first instinct wasn’t to run.
Book-marm she might be, shy she was not. And she knew one way to get answers was to ask questions — in the right way.
“Well, hel-lo,” she said, keeping her voice light and her smile warm. “You’re new in town.”
“Just visiting.”
The deep rumble of his voice sent a frission of delight down her spine, and Mel bit the inside of her cheek. Stay on track, she chided herself. “Winters tend to isolate us up here in the mountains. We don’t get many visitors this time of year.”
“I like isolation.”
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing on him. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
One corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “Words are often over rated.”
Ain’t that the truth. As nice as his voice was, it was the heat in his gaze that set her heart to pounding and her pussy to throbbing.
“That’s the wrong thing to say if you’re trying to get on the good side of a bookstore owner.”
He couldn’t resist. “Who said I was trying to get on your good side?”
“You should be.” She flashed him a sultry smile before tossing her next words over her shoulder as she stepped behind the sales counter. “My good side is a lot of fun.”
Oh, I bet it is, Drake thought to himself. He was still trying to cool down his system from the going over she’d given him when he walked in. Her gaze had traveled down and up his body, taking her time as she’d inspected him in a way that had made his blood hot and his mind slow.
Once behind the counter she turned and quirked an eyebrow at him. “What can I do for you?”
Lust ripped through him at her offer. And it was an offer, the spark in her eye and the hard points of her nipples poking against her shirt made it clear that she was feeling the pull between them as well. If he let down his shields now her arousal would fill his senses and he be bending her over that sales counter within seconds.
Licking his lips he kept his psychic shields in place and shook his head once. “I’m just going to browse if that’s all right?”
“Sure,” she said. “If you need anything, just let me know.”
Fighting his baser instincts, he moved toward the local interest section of the bookstore.

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The band was playing and the heavy beat matched the low level throb in
Lara’s blood as she moved. The heat of admiring eyes drifted over her skin.
There were so many, male and female, all hot with passion that fired her
blood.

She’d take one of them home that night. A man. A man with a big cock,
plenty of passion and lots of stamina to help chase away the hot dreams of
that arrogant egotistical . lawyer.

Large hands rested on her hips and a body brushed against her back. She
glanced over her shoulder and winked at the bald college boy who’d moved in
to dance with her.

She shouldn’t call him a boy, he was probably only younger than her by a
year or two, but he wasn’t man enough to inspire a stronger title. His
excitement and eagerness fairly bled from him as he rubbed his groin against
her ass in an effort to be sexy. It might be a little mean of her to tease
him, but she couldn’t stop herself.

She bent forward at the waist, pressing her hips back against him, and did a
bump and grind that had her own body softening, readying itself for action.
With a flip of her head, she straightened up, back arched as she rested her
head against his shoulder and undulated against him in time with the music.

“You are so fucking hot,” he panted in her ear, his hands slipping over the
smooth flesh of her belly that was bared by her crop top.

She spun in his arms just as the last notes of the song were struck, and the
music faded into the crowd’s applause.

The band said they were going to take a short break, and everyone started to
drift off the dance floor. It was time to rehydrate.

“Thanks for the dance,” she said to the boy, and spun on her heel to leave.

He grabbed her arm, halting her steps. “That’s it? Come on, baby. Let’s
find a dark corner and get to know each other better.”

She looked at his hand on her arm before raising her gaze to his. She gave
him a look that any smart man would recognize as a warning. College boy
wasn’t stupid, and he released his grip.

“Yeah,” he said with a sneer. “Whatever.”

Lara headed for the bar without another word, and immediately spotted the
lean blond parked there in leather pants and a snug black t-shirt.

Oh, shit.

Her heart kicked in her chest and every hair on her body stood on end. Karl
looked so fucking good her mouth actually started to water. Saliva pooled
on her tongue and her pussy clenched in recognition of what it hungered for.
She’d been able to resist the lure of his challenge when she only had images
of him in a suit and tie in her mind, but this . she had no resistance to
the living fantasy in front of her.

Even worse, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Altering her course slightly she headed straight for him. “Well hello
there, sexy. How are you tonight?”

“Feeling pretty good after watching your little show there,” he replied.
“You move very well, sweetie.”

Pleasure swept over her at his compliment and she gave herself a mental kick
in the ass. She knew she moved well, she didn’t need him to tell her that.
Plus, he’d called her sweetie.

Lara eyed him.She realized he was being sincere and that sent a wave of pure
desire rushing through her veins. Normally she hated it when men called her
sweetie or baby or darlin’, or any number of chauvinistic endearments. But
Karl’s lazily spoken words were different somehow.

“Thanks,” she said before smiling at the bartender and asking for a bottle
of water.

When he set the water on the bar Karl handed him a bill before she could,
and the bartender walked away.

“Thank you, again.” She turned to face Karl, stepping closer so that her
hip brushed against his leather-clad knee.

She let her eyes roam over him, not bothering to hide the need simmering in
her blood. Why should she? She’d made it pretty clear the other night that
she wanted him. He’d been the one to walk away.

Remembering that, she shifted, a little unsure exactly how to handle him
now. Unsure of how she wanted to handle him now.

As if he could read her thoughts, Karl’s lips tilted slightly and the lines
around his eyes crinkled, making the small scar that ran through his left
eyebrow shift. “You didn’t call,” he said.

Not wanting to shout in the loud bar, or let him sense her momentary doubts,
she shifted closer. When she moved, he spread his knees wider and she
automatically filled the spot.

“Why didn’t you call?” he repeated.

She arched a brow at him. “Why didn’t you call?”

He chuckled. “Because you’re the one who needs to decide if you’re really
willing to do anything at least once.”

Would she? Wicked heat zinged from her brain to her sex in answer and she
grinned. Payback could be so much fun, sometimes.

“Follow me?” she challenged.

His chocolate eyes darkened and his lips twitched as he stood so they were
chest to chest. “Lead the way.”

With a little extra swing in her hip, she headed for the back of the pub.

The band was starting up again and they were going against the stream of
people heading back to the dance floor. Karl’s hand rested on the curve of
her hip, the heat of his body close behind her as they passed the mens room,
then the ladies room and went straight out the back door.

She’d been antsy and horny before she saw him, but in the past three minutes
her body had started to burn from the inside out. Everything in her was
centered on having him – he was not going to walk away from her again. She
was in control this time.

Karl was all man – all very sexy, very primal man. She might not know
exactly what was going on between them, but she did know one thing for sure
- she was woman enough to take him on, and revel in it.

The cool night air hit her skin and a shiver ripped through her. She
glanced around the empty parking lot, no real plan in her mind, just
animalistic need driving her to do what came naturally. She started to head
for her car, but then spotted the narrow walkway between the pub and the
darkened building next to it. A big leafy tree almost hid the small space.

It was perfect.

Without a word she entered the small passage and went about ten steps before
stopping. She turned and faced Karl, who was looking at her with a mix of
curiosity and approval.

“You,” she said, putting her hands on his chest and gently shoving him
against the cement wall of the pub. “Are not walking away from me this
time.”

She leaned in, pressing her body against his fully, and ran her tongue over
the tattoo on his neck. His pulse jumped as she nibbled her way toward his
ear only to have her head pulled back sharply. The hand that was suddenly
wrapped in her hair tightened, and her pussy throbbed in answer.

“Oooh,” she cooed in appreciation, but the sound was cut off when his head
came down and his mouth covered hers.

Lara struggled to remember her plan as Karl’s flavor washed over her. He
tasted so damn good – hot, potent and male. His muscles flexed and danced
under her hand as she swept them down over his chest and flat abs to his
belt. Her fingers shook with her eagerness as she unsnapped and unzipped
his pants.

Pushing aside the supple leather, she groaned into Karl’s mouth when his
cock leapt into the palm of her hand.

Oh yeah! He was well built all over.

The grip on her hair tightened and her head was tugged back. Karl’s mouth
slid over her cheek to her ear, where he nipped at the sensitive lobe,
sending bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. “What are you gonna do
with that, naughty girl?”

She pulled back slightly, shaking her head and dislodging his grip. “I’m
going to make it mine,” she said as she bent her knees.

Karl watched as Lara knelt in front of him, the moonlight streaming through
the trees leaves and gleaming on the top of her head as her hot breath
drifted over his naked cock. She’d surprised him again, in a very good way.

A long lick up the underside of his cock had him sucking in a sharp breath
and reaching deep for his self-control as she swirled her tongue over the
sensitive head. His balls tightened and he closed his eyes, letting his
head fall back against the wall.

His fingers tangled in her soft hair, but he just enjoyed the feel of the
silky strands. This was her thing and he was going to let her do it the way
she wanted.

For now.

It felt good, better than good, as she expertly circled the base of his
shaft with her fingers and stroked. She caressedthe full length of his
shaft while her lips were wrapped around the top, gently sucking on the
head. She popped him out of her mouth, licking him like a lollipop for a
brief moment before taking him deep.

A groan of pleasure rumbled through him, and he let it escape. “Deeper,
sugar. Take me as deep as you can,” he coached.

He didn’t press into her though, he wanted to let her play, let her taste
him, and get used to the size and feel of him.

He also wanted to see how well she listened.

Another groan eased from his throat when she did as he asked, her hands
gripping his thighs as she stretched her jaw and sank down on his cock.

She couldn’t take him all, he hadn’t expected her too, but she took him deep
enough that he was touching the back of her throat. He looked down at her,
one hand going to gently cup under her jaw. Karl could feel himself there as
she pulled back, then took him deep again.

“Good girl,” he murmured when her throat spasmed around him and she pulled
back sharply, leaving his cock bobbing in the cool air. “Do it again. I
like it when I feel the back of your throat.”

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as she licked her
shiny lips. His heart pounded as he waited for her to speak, but she
didn’t. Instead, one hand wrapped around his shaft again and she closed her
eyes, taking him into her mouth once more. This time, there was no struggle
to take him deep.

Her hand stroked in time with her mouth as she sucked, her head going up and
down, her speed increasing. Her other hand reached between his legs,
wiggling in under the leather low on his hips and cupping his balls. He
watched her, just as much pleasure coming from the sight of her at his feet
as from the actual sensation of her mouth on him.

He kept his hand beneath her chin where he could feel her pulse pounding,
and his cock sliding along her tongue. The sound of her panting breath was
music to his ears and his cock swelled. She was working so hard, such a
good girl. Such a sassy, sexy, horny, adventurous girl.

Karl’s breath caught as his hips thrust forward, everything inside him
centering on his cock as pleasure exploded and he gave her all he had.

“Yes, my girl,” he cried as she swallowed. “Take it all.”

Tremors rippled through him as she continued to suckle him, gently cleaning
him before she stood slowly. When she was at her full height she reached
up, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. He tasted
himself on her tongue as it swept between his lips and into his mouth in one
fierce move. Then she was done.

She stepped back, a fingertip wiping the corner of her smiling lips. “I
will do anything once,” she purred before spinning on her heel and walking
away.

“Call me,” she shouted over her shoulder before she disappeared around the
corner of the building.

A laugh bubbled up inside of him and he let it roll out. She was certainly
a handful. A very pleasurable, and deliciously wicked, handful.

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SANCTUARY Excerpt:

He was beautiful.
Even in the flashing club lights, she could see the honeyed shade of his skin. His hair was a short, spiky shock of brown tipped with blond, as though he’d recently been in the sun. His close-shaven goatee, a few shades darker than his hair, made him look purely devilish. It was too dim and he was too far away for her to see his eyes. They seemed dark, glittering. He looked back at the desperate, wild crowd and gave a crooked grin and a saucy wink, as though he were very much aware that he was performing. And then he pulled his shirt off over his head.
She only had a moment to take in broad, muscled shoulders and tight six-pack abs before he turned around and started to pick up some items scattered around the floor: a crop, the two paddles he and the other man had used, a variety of multitailed whips; Devin wasn’t sure what everything was called. All she knew was that this man made her entire body surge with need.
If only he would turn around again.
When he did, he looked right at her. Even among a crowd of hundreds, she knew it immediately. He looked at her and gave that small, cocky smile he’d given to the crowd of revelers before. But this time it was for her alone.
He moved forward, toward the front of the Ring, until he stood right in the middle of it. He stopped there and stared at her, locking his eyes on hers. Her stomach filled with butterflies. She couldn’t believe he was looking at her, but the line of his hot gaze was perfectly clear.
She licked her suddenly dry lips. Her nipples went hard beneath her tight, stretchy top. His eyes seemed to instantly travel there, to almost caress her skin before his gaze returned to her face. That self-assured smile again, quirking just one corner of his mouth. Unbelievably sexy. He had a pair of heavy, black tribal designs tattooed around each bicep, those armbands she loved so much on a man. Sexy enough that lust sang in her veins, thrummed through her limbs.
The tattoos, the wicked goatee, him standing in the middle of this place, shirtless, he was the ultimate bad boy. She’d never been so attracted to a man in her life. The hot flood of music and the colored lights only seemed to add to the sensual aura as he stared her down, daring her somehow.
He beckoned with his head, his grin quirking a little more. Yes, daring her to join him in the Ring.
She couldn’t do it, of course, no matter that every cell in her body screamed at her to go to him, to have this man touch her.
Impossible.
And then he walked right up to her, right up to the railing and put his hand out to her. She noticed then another tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, some sort of Chinese symbol done in heavy black lines.
She offered her hand to him before she had a chance to think about it. He took it in his, turned it, and laid a soft kiss in the center of her palm. A wave of lustful heat rushed through her body.
Wow.
He leaned in and yelled over the music, “I’m Shaye. Tell me your name.” God, he was talking to her. His deep voice boomed over the noise of the club.
“Devin.”
“Come play with me, Devin.”
She pulled back and saw that evil grin on his face. He had perfect white teeth. His eyes were a dark and smoky hazel up close, with long, thick lashes.
“No, I…I can’t.”
“Of course you can. Just say yes.”
He still held onto her hand. His was large and warm, the contact like an electrical current running up her arm and straight to her sex. But she couldn’t bring herself to do what these people did in the Ring.
Could she?
She felt dizzy suddenly with the possibility. This wasn’t her. She was no innocent virgin, but this was too much, too intense, too wild. She’d come to watch, not to participate. And she wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Kimmie dragging her along tonight. She glanced around. Where was Kimmie?
But he was leaning in again, until his mouth was warm against her ear. “Come and play with me, little Devin. You know you want to. I can feel it from here.”
His voice was a low purr. Sexy as hell, like everything else about him. And he was close enough that she could smell him; a little bit of clean male sweat mixed with some earthy fragrance. Sandalwood? She allowed herself to take one long inhale, savoring the scent of him. It made her shivery and hot inside. It made her confused.
“I can’t. Really. I’m uh…I’m here with my friend. I have to go find her.”
“Come back. Later tonight. Any night.”
She started to shake her head. He tucked a card into her free hand.
“This is my cell. Call me if you’d ever like to play. Here. Or wherever. I want to see you.”
She looked up at him and the grin was gone. His gaze was hot, burning right into her. He lifted her hand and kissed it again, sending that shiver of heat through her system once more.
The woman with the bright red hair came and tapped him on the shoulder, said something into his ear. He waved her off.
“I have to get back to work. Call me, Devin. Come and see me here. Promise me you will.”
“I don’t know…”
“Promise, Devin.”
He hadn’t let go of her hand. He gave it a small squeeze. Her pulse raced, hot and fast as lightning. He scared the hell out of her. She wanted him so much it hurt.
“I’ll…maybe…”
“You will.” His devastating grin spread across his face. He took a step back, dropped her hand, took another step before turning around and walking to the back of the Ring.
She was left breathless, shaken. Who the hell was this guy?
She looked down at the card he’d given her. Shaye Vincent. No title, just the name and a phone number in silver on a sleek black card.
When she looked up again he was already binding another young woman to the big wooden cross. She wanted to watch, yet somehow she couldn’t bear it at the same time.
It’s because you want to be the one bound and helpless.

WILD NIGHTS excerpt
(c) 2007 by Jaci Burton

“We’re both alike, Grace. Looking for something or someone who can’t be found.”

“So what do we do about that?”

God she was beautiful. Her hair shined like blue-black magic in the lights from the strip. The silk of her skirt and top clung to her body like shrink wrap, molding to her breasts and hips. He wanted a taste, a touch, to sink inside her and see if she held the magic key to what was missing in his life. He hadn’t felt this comfortable with a woman in too long.

Or maybe he just wanted to avoid what was going on downstairs. Maybe it didn’t have the allure he thought it would. In that, he’d been honest with her.

What he really wanted to explore was sitting right next to him. Grace had fired his engines in a big way. Her intellect, her free spirit, her honesty and her beauty—all of them intrigued him more than any woman had in a long time.

“One night. Give me one night with you. No promises other than enjoying each other.”

“We both know we’re not going to find what we’re looking for,” she said, her gaze betraying nothing of her emotions at the moment.

“I know, but I like being with you. Isn’t that enough?”

“Is it?”

“I’ve been honest with you, Grace. That’s really all I can offer.”

He watched her face as she absorbed his words, wondering if she’d toss him out and deny him, and herself, a chance for a night together. She knew him. Okay, that was wrong. She didn’t know him, but he figured she knew hundreds of guys just like him. Men who’d had lots of women. She probably thought he was looking at her as just another conquest.

When he first came here tonight that’s exactly what she’d been. Another challenge. But she’d rocked him back on his heels and gut punched everything he thought he wanted. She saw right through his bullshit. He needed a woman like that.

She stood. “Let’s just take this slow, see how things go.”

He nodded, instinctively understanding that was important to her. “However you want to set the ground rules.”

“I don’t really like rules, per se…and I haven’t said yes to anything yet.”

Her voice had gone smoky and the atmosphere in the room changed in an instant. From polite conversation to something more elemental—something definitely darker, with more promise.

“I think I want you to sit over there—in that chair.” She motioned with her head to the black leather chair directly across from her.

Mike moved, sat down and placed his arms on the chair, keeping his gaze riveted on Grace. She moved to the other side of the room and flipped a switch, filling the room with soft, sexy jazz music, then headed back toward him, all long limbs and polished refinement. Even in the way she walked, she hitched his pulse up a notch. Nothing hurried, nothing hesitant in her movements. She stopped a foot in front of him and parted her legs.

“Don’t move. Don’t get up and don’t touch me unless I ask you to.”

“However you want it.” His cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come. His heart began to pump a fast beat and the room grew warmer. He didn’t know what kind of game she was gearing up to play, but he was definitely all in.

“People rush into sex, as if fucking is the grand prize,” she started. “No one takes the time for mystery, for teasing or seduction. All the joy leading up to sex has gone by the wayside, and it’s such a shame, because the buildup can be as intense as the act itself.”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and smoothed her hands up her arms, then across her neck and collarbone. Light, fingertip touches, avoiding her breasts. Slow and easy, like an exploration. Mike took a breath, waiting for her to fondle herself, to caress the hard points of her nipples peeking through the thin silk of her blouse. He knew she wanted to touch them. He wanted to touch them, could almost feel the tight buds between his fingers. Instead, she skimmed her hands down over her waist.

“The fine art of taking one’s time in pleasing a lover has been lost in the haste for ultimate satisfaction. We forget to simply touch, breathe, watch.”

Mike was definitely watching. Riveted, wondering what she was going to do next. A slow dance of seduction so unlike what he was used to with sex. Grace was right. It was usually a rush of mouths and hands and bodies tangling together—a race to penetration and orgasm. There was no time taken to explore. No agonizing temptation. Nothing like what he was forced to endure as she skimmed her hand across her ribcage, then dipped it inside her skirt.

Purple Magic Excerpt
By Lisa Renee Jones

Jolene stared at Drago. She’d been willing to do what was necessary to save Carrie, but she’d hoped it wouldn’t have to come to what it had. “The chains aren’t necessary,” she whispered, jerking against the restraints because she couldn’t help herself.
His brow lifted, arms crossing in front of his broad chest and she could feel him pressing into her mind, trying to enter. She rejected his attempt, blocking him with all her energy. Only one other had ever entered her mind, and that had been her father. He’d spoken to her in her mind, and taught her how to shield herself from intruders. She used those skills now. Somehow, giving that part of herself away felt the ultimate invasion and chained to a wall, she simply couldn’t bare it.
Drago’s teeth ground together. “Trust me, little one. You must submit. Give yourself to it. Don’t fight what you can’t change.”
He didn’t give her time to answer. With a wave of his hand, he motioned the men in loincloths forward. Suddenly, her clothes were being cut from her body, knives ripping away the silk and cloth with perfect precision. She could feel the hot breath of one of the men on her neck and shoulder. Feel their lusty stares as they pulled her shirt away and left her bare breasted.
Jolene squeezed her eyes shut, mortified. This couldn’t be happening. It had to be a bad dream. A nightmare. She braced herself for their hands only a moment before she felt their exploration. Rough hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Finger slid between her thighs and across her clit.
Worse, she felt arousal take hold. It made her ashamed. Embarrassed. Part of her wished for the drugs they’d mentioned. Anything to allow her an escape from – not just these men – but herself. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t find her voice. It was frozen somewhere inside the trauma of what was happening.
Somewhere in the midst of the rage in her mind, Jolene heard Drago’s voice. Abruptly, the men moved away, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. Not immediately. She didn’t want to see these strangers looking at her. So she waited…expecting their return.
After several seconds, when they didn’t come, she forced her lashes upward and found the hot stare of Drago. She swallowed against the heat in his gaze, her eyes darting from one side of the room to the other, looking for the men. They stood at the door, their loincloths gone, bodies naked. Only remotely did she take in their shaved heads and broad shoulders. What she did notice were their cocks. Exposed and hard. And their eyes filled with lust. Telling her what they wanted. Her. They wanted her. She shivered beneath their scrutiny.
“You said you would do whatever it took to find Carrie,” Drago said, drawing her attention, his voice low.
She studied his face, looking for his intentions beneath an indiscernible mask. He still wore his clothes. Black slacks and a black, well-tailored button up shirt, yet, still, he oozed pure sensuality. But it was more than that. He had an air of darkness. Jolene wasn’t sure what to expect from him. Nor could she figure out why, chained to a wall, stripped of her blouse and skirt, she wanted to trust him.
Her throat felt so dry she barely managed to speak. “I…I know what I said.”
“You must pay for entry into the club. To give satisfaction and pleasure.” He paused, his lids lowering as he started at her feet and moved upward, giving her a thorough perusal. When his eyes once again met hers, he said, “If I send them away, you must agree to do anything and everything I say. When and if you leave this club, it will be because I allow it.”
As his words lingered in the air, he walked towards her and there was more than fear inside her as he approached. More than anticipation. She felt…hot. Aroused. Like she had back in his apartment. It was as if her body responded without her consent. In fact, the fear of injury slipped away, replaced by the frightening feeling of losing herself to this man. To the here and now. Dark hair down around his shoulders in wild array. She tracked his process, feeling the warmth of anticipation in her body despite the fear that laced her mind. She swallowed. His state of dress made her own undressed state all the more…exposing.
Only a few steps separated them when he stopped. “Do they stay or go, Jolene?” he asked.
She swallowed against the nerves that made her heart leap to her throat. It felt as if Drago stalked her, though he now stood in one place. Like she was the prey and he the beast. Yes. That was it. There was an animal-like quality to Drago. Something not wholly human, but oh, so dangerous. And male. God, he was so masculine. So…sexual. A man like this would take a woman and leave her with nothing but desire. He’d take all she was and all she might ever be. And in that moment, she knew once Drago claimed her body, she would never, ever, be the same. Just as Carrie hadn’t been the same after that first date with Alex.
“I grow impatient. Make your choice. Me,” he paused. “Or them?” He raised his hands to his sides, indicating the men behind and at either side of him.
Her stomach did a somersault. “Y…you,” she managed hoarsely.
“Louder,” he demanded. “I can’t hear you.”
She jumped at the sharpness of his tone and responded instinctively, this time louder. “You.”
Drago seemed to consider her a moment, as if he questioned her commitment to her choice. Then he snapped his fingers. “Leave us,” he demanded.
Jolene stared at him, unable to take her eyes from his. Mesmerized. Terrified. Excited. The doors opened and shut. A shifting of metal told of, once again, locks being bolted in place. Complete, utter silence followed.
Then, and only then, did Drago move again. A step. Another. He stopped in front of her. So close he could reach out and touch her. So close she could smell the spicy maleness of him. The same scent that had scorched her with arousal that first meeting.
“It’s just you and me now,” he said in a low, sensual voice that promised intimacy beyond the simple words he spoke.
He pressed his fists against the wall, leaning forward, a mere whisper between their bodies, his mouth lowering near her ear. The warmth of his breath caressed her skin, and goosebumps spread across her body, her nipples tightening. With every ounce of her being, she wanted to arch her back and press them against his chest. He whispered in her ear, so low she barely heard what he said. “We’re alone. Just us and a room of cameras.”
The implications of what he’d shared darted through her mind. People were watching them. Alex was watching. That Drago shared this information in a secretive way confused her. Was he trying to warn her or simply playing with her mind? She didn’t know. Nor did she have time to give it much thought.
He leaned back enough to fix her with a hot stare. Then, slowly, his gaze dropped to her breasts. For long moments, he stared at her, making her skin tingle with the need for his touch. Finally, his eyes lifted. “You know what I’m going to do to you, don’t you?”

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The sharp peal of his cell phone pulled him from his thoughts and he snatched it off the desk. Caller ID said Private Number.
“Hello.”
“I’d like to live out another fantasy, please.”
Samair.
He eyed the papers spread across his desk. The numbers weren’t going to change on their own, and he really shouldn’t let himself get distracted.
“Val?”
Maybe a little distraction was just what he needed. Something to rejuvenate his fighting spirit. “You called the right man.”
Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang and Val glanced at his watch in surprise. She was on time. He put the unopened beer in his hand back on the shelf, and closed the fridge.
Sure steps brought him to the front door, and when he opened it his mouth went dry.
Blond hair tousled, blue eyes sparkling, and curves covered up by a shiny black PVC coat had Samair looking like an angel recently kicked out of heaven for misbehaving … and glad of it.
The fair skin at her throat sparkled with some sort of glitter, leading his eyes to the shadowed cleavage showcased by the mini-trench coat. With the jacket cinched tight at her waist it flared out to end at mid-thigh and left lots of leg to drool over.
Like the skirt she’d worn the other night, it brought one thought to his mind, easy access. “Are you wearing panties under that?”
“That’s for me to know,” she said as she stepped past him to enter the house. “And you to find out.”
Her scent filled his head and his body tightened. His dick was waking up fast.
She’d stopped in the middle of the small entrance way and was looking around. The apartment was nothing special, and for the first time since he’d moved in there, he cared what someone thought. When he left Vera, he hadn’t really cared where he lived, as long as it was far from his ex. He spent most of his time at the club anyway.
Just when he’d started to think about finding a new place, he found out about the crap she’d pulled with his bank officer, and he couldn’t afford it. When it came to choosing between a nice condo or his club, the club won hands down. Not that it mattered, Samair wasn’t exactly there to help him decorate.
With that in mind he stepped close, invading her personal space he leaned in, his loose hair falling forward and blending with hers as he whispered in her ear. “I hope to find out more than if you’ve got underwear on.”
He brushed his fingertips against her bare thigh and watched her pupils dilate and the pulse at the base of her throat throb. Good. It was nice to know she was as hot for him as he was for her.
He shifted closer to kiss her, but she braced a hand on the center of his chest and stopped him cold. “Uh uh.”
“No?”
“I’m here to live out a fantasy. A fantasy you promised me.” She tilted her head back and met his gaze head on. “In this fantasy, I’m in charge and you’re mine to do with as I please.”
Christ!
She’d managed to pick the one thing he wasn’t sure he could pull off. Control was something he valued way to much to give up to anyone. Yet, every muscle in his body was suddenly strung tight, eager to be touched and stroked. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails with and his jeans were tighter than the ball of tension growing in the middle of his chest.
Samair licked her lips, watching him closely.
The urge to say ‘No way’ was strong, but he shoved it away and met her gaze. They weren’t strangers anymore, and he wanted to keep it that way. If he said no now, their affair might end right there. And right then, she was the only thing giving him pleasure in life. He wasn’t ready for it to end.
When he didn’t say anything and she dropped her bag on the floor before she started a slow stroll around him. Her hand smoothed up over his chest, she fingered the ends of his hair and he suppressed a shiver as goose bumps rose on his skin. She let go and trailed her hand across his shoulder, and down his back.
He waited for her to pat his ass but it didn’t happen, and he was surprised at the disappointment he felt.
“You’ve been deliciously in charge each time we’ve been together, and it occurred to me that I haven’t been gotten to play much,” she said as she came around in front of him again. “So tonight, I’m the kid, and you’re the candy store.”
Her playfulness helped him relax a little. “Does that mean you’re going to eat me?”
“Among other things.” She winked and stepped back.
She unbelted the jacket, shrugged it off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor leaving her standing there in a shiny PVC halter and a matching pair of short shorts.
“You like?” Samair held up her hands and slowly turned in a circle.
Oh yeah. He liked so much he forgot to breathe when he saw that the shorts barely covered her magnificent ass. She was all woman and the caveman inside him was fighting to get out.
“Yes,” he growled low in his throat and she laughed.
“Take me to your bedroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He reached down, grabbed a handful of ass and lifted. Samair wrapped her legs around his waist and they stared at each other as he walked from the room. Every step had her bumping against his hard-on and he thanked God he lived in such a small place. His bedroom was less than a dozen steps from the front entrance.
He stopped in the middle of his room and arched an eyebrow. “What next, ma’am?”
“You may put me down now.” Her full lips twitched. The little minx was trying not to laugh!
He stepped forward and dropped her on the bed, loving the surprised squeak she made when she bounced. She might be playing at being a dominatrix, but they both knew she was doing just that. Playing.
And it was just what he needed. Some good ol’, down and dirty lighthearted fun. Entertainment of the best kind.

“Strip for me,” Samair commanded from her lounging position in the center of the bed, eager to see Val completely naked for the first time.
Fire flashed in his eyes. The same fire that flared when she’d told him what her fantasy was. As strong and in control as this man always was, it was obvious that the thought of letting her have free rein with his body turned him on.
She’d known it was a risk to try this with him. But he was always so in control when they were together. Each time he had her so hot and horny that she wasn’t even aware she didn’t get to touch him until it was all over.
The idea of taking charge had come to her when they were still in the private room at Risqué. He had just given her an orgasm so fucking strong her knees had buckled, and she’d still wanted to lay him down and climb on top.
Now she was gonna make it happen, and she was going to take her time doing it.
Val stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips. When he’d opened the door for her and she’d seen him with his hair down for the first time, her fingers had immediately started itching to stroke the glossy blue-black strands. Now she wanted to see it against bare skin.
He reached over his head and pulled the faded blue t-shirt off in one smooth move. She drank in her first sight of his naked chest. She’d felt those muscles under her hands, against her body, but she’d yet to see them. His chest was firm, with little brown nipples poking through a small pelt of dark hair. The washboard hardness of his stomach made her mouth water. Her gaze followed the treasure trail of hair from his belly button to where it disappeared under his waistband.
His hands paused on the last button of his button-fly jeans and she raised her gaze to his.
“Spread your legs for me.” His voice was husky, raw.
She realized her own hand was between her thighs, mirroring his actions. She let her knees fall apart and ran a fingertip over her covered slit, and up to the bare skin of her belly.
“I want you naked, Val. Hurry up.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He shoved his jeans over his hips, taking any underwear he’d had on with them. She was pleased to see that he made a point of taking his socks off too.
She sat up an inched her way to the end of the bed.
“Come closer,” she commanded when she was sitting with her feet on the floor.
She’d planned to tease them both once he was naked. But the sight of his long thick cock standing so proud was too hard to resist. She reached out, cupped his ass, and pulled him closer. Rubbing her cheek over the silk covered hardness, she inhaled his scent, and let her breath tease him.
His butt clenched under her hands and she scraped her nails across them lightly, eliciting a low groan from him. With slow deliberate moves she kissed the flat of his belly and the crease of his thigh. Then when his hands reached for her head, she took him in her mouth.
She parted her lips and took him as deep as she could. Gentleness and teasing gone, she licked and sucked with more enthusiasm than skill. He felt so good in her mouth, his thighs trembling under her hands. He tasted so good, all musky man and pure sex.
Sucking air in through her nose, she fought to breathe as she bobbed her head up and down. With each stroke she swirled her tongue around the shaft, feeling it throb and grow harder and thicker in her mouth as his hands clenched in her hair and his moans filled the room.
She was in control. She was making him moan and sigh and cry out her name. She didn’t want it to ever stop.
Reaching between his thighs with one hand she palmed his heavy sac. Rolling his balls between her fingers, she squeezed lightly.
His fists tightened in her hair. “Christ, you’re gonna kill me, darlin’.”
Heart pounding, blood racing through her veins, Samair, pulled her mouth away and looked up at him. He stroked a gentle finger down her cheek and the air between them shifted. At that moment, they didn’t need words to communicate.
Samair reached for his hands and lay back on the bed, pulling him down above her. The playful teasing atmosphere was gone, as was her desperate hunger for him. In its place was a connection like she’d never felt before.
His body came down full length on top of her and she reveled in his weight. Eye’s still locked, he lowered his head and touched her lips softly. A light grazing, back and forth before she parted them and his tongue slipped inside.
Lips softened, tongues rubbed and heartbeats matched as they looked deep into one another’s eyes. Passion, trust and acceptance were silently given and received.
Samair’s hands ran over Val’s back, the muscled rippling beneath her palms. His chest pressed down on hers, his hips flexing between her thighs making her inside ache to be filled. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she arched up and rolled them both so she was on top. With a quick wiggle she got rid of her shirts before straddling Val’s hips, and taking him deep inside her.
“Yes,” Samair hissed.
Val’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“Oh, Val,” she murmured as she began to rock her hips. “This is going to be so good.”
His heavy lidded gaze fueled her inner fire in a way that his hands on her hips couldn’t. There was lust and fire and raw hunger in his gaze as he watched her. His fingers dug into the softness of her hips for a moment then those hot hands reached back and cupped her ass. He squeezed and fondled her plumpness and she’d never felt more beautiful or sexy in her life.
Straightening up, she watched him watch her as she ran her hands over her belly and ribcage. She slid the halter up and cupped her bared breasts. When she pinched her nipples, her insides clenched in response. Val groaned and thrust upwards, going deeper.
She smiled, and did it again.
Unable to tease herself anymore, she braced her hands on his chest, looked deep into his eyes and started to ride him. She lifted and lowered onto the man that had lit the fire within her, her speed picking up as the bed squeaked and bounced and she slammed down onto him. His hands gripped her ass as he matched her thrust for thrust, his panting mingling with hers to make erotic music.
“Samair … come on baby … I’m going to come.”
She closed her eyes, focused on the feel of his naked cock deep inside her. Touching her core. Touching her heart.
Her pussy tightened and his cock jerked at the same moment his thumb slid between them and circled her clit.
“Yes!”
Warmth filled her pussy and tremors shook her body as her she ground down on Val and welcomed the pleasure of taking everything he had to give.

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What is it about blindfolds that turns you on to a degree that is sometimes shocking?
I see it in the desire in your eyes before I cover them.
I see it in the minute trembling of your body as you sit patiently, waiting for my next move … my next touch.
I smell it in the air that surounds us, and feel it in the energy that sparks between us.
I don’t know what it is about the blindfold that turns you on so much, but I do know I’m thankful for it. Because there are few things that I love more than to have you so egerly at my mercy.

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In other writing news, TROUBLE is almost here! I’m checking for my author copies almost every day, but they’re not here yet. To be honest, sometimes they arrive after the book has hit the store, but I’m still anxiously waiting for it.

ARC’s went out a while back so reviews are coming in, and yes, I’m going to start posting and bragging.(and that includes excerpts, like the one included at the end of this post) I think one of the reasons TROUBLE is so exciting to me is because not only is it a hot romance story, but it’s about friendships too, and that’s important to me.

So, it seems that Romantic Times magazine has given TROUBLE 4 Stars. More important than the star rating is the comment…and check it out!!

“White’s highly erotic tale is an attention-grabber from page one. The story starts with a scorching encounter between the main characters and keeps the heat level high with a steamy threesome. The heroine’s personality will appeal to the wild side that lurks inside us. All the characters are easy to relate to, and a vicious ex-wife adds plenty of conflict. Other elements keep the tension building, and the plot doesn’t lag anywhere.”

Then there’s the 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies as well!!

“Sasha White’s stories just get better and better. TROUBLE was smoking hot, erotic, fun and sassy! Samair is the girl next door turned vixen on a mission. She’s sassy, sweet, passionate and smart. Val on the other hand is dominant, suave, rugged and so damn sexy you’ll melt when you read about him. The moment these two meet, the world crumbles down around them. It’s like an earthquake between them. This was definitely the most sexually engaging book I’ve read in a long time. I couldn’t put TROUBLE down. The story line is flawless, hooking this reader from the very first sentence. If you are a reader looking for a cross between romance, erotica, a great storyline and some humor thrown in, then TROUBLE is the story for you. I loved the fact that both characters were after something more in the relationship than just sex, but were a little worried about scaring the other one off. Sasha White portrays her characters in real life situations which makes them even more endearing to readers. This is definitely a book for the keeper shelf and I cannot wait to read the next book from the astonishing Ms. White very soon!”

You can read the complete review by Amanda Haffery Here

If reviews aren’t enough to interest you, then read on, and see if the excerpt below gets you going.

Val stood in the shadowed corner watching Samair as she danced. Things were pretty hectic the last few days with staff problems, Vera calling, and a visit to the courthouse to testify about a fight that had happened outside the club six months earlier. All normal things, but everything seemed to be happening at once, and the curvaceous blond had popped into his head at odd times. He’d be doing the schedules or on the phone with his liquor vendor and the image of her on his desk, all angelic and naughty at the same time would fill his mind.
He hadn’t lied when he told Karl he wasn’t going to let her distract him, but he’d been able to think of nothing other than learning more of her secret fantasies since she’d walked into Risqué that night.
The club was pretty busy for a Monday night and he’d watched from his office as she laughed and danced with her friends until the itch under his skin became undeniable. After a quick round of the club, checking in with his doormen and bartenders to see that all was well, he’d found a corner and searched her out with his gaze.
A soft pink top hugged her upper body and showed off her fantastic cleavage, and some long flowing skirt hid the curve of her delectable ass. Her breasts bounced and her skirt swung as she danced with an enthusiasm and abandon that called to the animal deep within him.
As if she sensed his thoughts, she spun around and her gaze landed directly on him. On the corner where he stood.
There was no way she could see him in the darkened corner, but she knew someone was there, watching her. A defiant and blatantly devilish grin spread across her face and she shook her ass, rubbing back against her partner. The challenge in her gaze was clear. She was out to have a good time, and nothing was going to get in her way.
Raising her hands, she spun in her partner’s arms, did a last rub against him, then walked away, leaving the loser who’d been trying to make a move on her behind on the dance floor.
The thrill of the chase fired up inside him and he stepped out of the shadows to follow her. If she really wanted to misbehave, he was the man for her.
He saw her at the back bar and moved in that direction. When he stepped up behind her, Tommy was just sliding her drink in front of her. With a shake of his head Val signaled the bartender to refuse her money. Before she could turn around, he leaned in and spoke softly against her ear. “What’s number two?”
She did a tight turn, her body brushing erotically against his, and looked up at him. “Number two?”
“On your list of favorite sexual fantasies.”
“Oh, that.” Her baby blue eyes met his dead on. “You thinking of helping me experience the whole thing?”
“Possibly.”
Her little pink tongue snuck out and slid slowly over her pouty bottom lip making his cock twitch with need.
Samair saw the flare of heat in Valentine’s dark eyes and an answering flame licked at her insides. The urge to dance close to the fire had her reaching out to place a hand low on his belly. His stomach contracted and heat seeped through the silk of his dress shirt to her fingertips, invading her body.
“I’m not so sure ‘possibly’ is good enough. You’re asking me to share my deepest desires. They’re very personal.” She struggled to keep her voice light and flirtatious.
“How about we make a little deal?”
“Deal?”
He moved closer, leaving mere millimeters of space between their bodies as he reached up to brush a lock of hair away from her cheek. “You tell me your fantasies … and I’ll make them come true.”

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