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SWEETDESIRE

LAURENBLAKELY

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TABLEOFCONTENTS

ABOUTCHAPTERONECHAPTERTWOCHAPTERTHREECHAPTERFOURCHAPTERFIVE

SweetDesireByLaurenBlakely

ASinfulNightsshortstoryaboutalucky

greentie,asexylingerieset,andamanand

womanabouttomeettheperfectmatch.

ABOUT

Their dirty thoughts areperfectforeachother.

Ryan Sloan is intense,dominant and likes to be incontrol. Sophie Winston isflirty,sexyandlongstobeon

herknees.Their fantasiesarecolliding before they evenmeet…andwhentheydo, thesparksfly.

Because each has met theperfectmatch…

CHA P T E R O N E

Sophie ran her redfingernails over the blacksilk,soluxurioustothetouchandenticingtotheeye.She swore angels sang

when this glorious pair ofpanties was crafted. Such a

perfect item of lingerie fromthe sheer front, to the silkback, to thosecriss-cross tiesup the sides that invitedstrong hands to untie them,yank them off, and demandthatlegsbespread.Whew. Is it getting hot in

this boutique or is it justmyfantasy?“These are simply to die

for,” Sophie declared, liftingthe plush satin hanger to

show the gorgeous piece tohergoodfriendJenna.“Oh, that’s too delicious

for words,” Jenna said, hereyeswideningas she left theredteddyshewasperusingonthe rack, andwalked over tojoin Sophie in properadorationofaglamorouspairofpanties.Soft music played in the

stylish boutique that wasSophie’s absolute favorite inall ofVegas, since it boasted

themosttantalizingcollectionofsilk,satinandlace,andallher favorite designers. Shewas a regular here and theowner often set aside itemsshe knew Sophie wouldcovet.Likethisblackbeauty.If only Sophie had

someone to wear them for.Ideally, thekindofmanwhowould know just what to dowith her in this deliciouslingerie.

“I’m pretty sure they’recalling out to me,” she said,lifting the panties to her ear.“Whyyes,Ihearthemsaying‘buy me, wear me, let mesnuggleupagainstyou.’”Jenna laughed. “Funny, I

canhearthattoo.”Sophie held up a finger.

“Wait. It’snot theonly thingspeaking to me,” she said,when she spotted nearby astunningdisplayofoneofthesexiest forms of clothing

known to womankind.Mankind too. Because thesestockings could bring a mantohisknees.Though, truth be told,

she’d much rather be on herkneesfortherightman.Preferably wearing these

stockings.“Come to me,” she said,

making grabby hands as shereached for ablackpairwitha seam up the back. Theywerethighhighs.Alsoknown

as — a prelude to sweetdesire.“These are perfect. I insist

youget themaswell,” Jennachimedin.Sophie clutched them to

her chest. They werecriminally soft to the touch.“Then I insist on wearingthem tomorrow night to thegalaatAria.”Jenna gave an approving

nod, then whisperedconspiratorially. “And when

some gorgeous eligiblebachelor wanders into theevent, looking all cool anddebonair, he’ll see you inyour stockingsanddeviseallsorts of wicked ways hewants to tie you up withthem.”A burst of sparks licked

throughherveins.“Awomancan only hope,” shemurmured,becausethatwasaferventwishofhers.

Sophie Winston possessedparticular fantasies, startingwith a strong, confident,wildlyintensemanrakinghiseyes over her from head totoe, ownership in his gaze.He’dknowjusthowtotouchher,he’dunderstandpreciselyhow to command herpleasure, and then he’d donaughty things as herestrained her, with his tie,withthesestockings,withhishands.

Anyorall.She craved that kind of

kink with the right man. Amanwho’dmakehercryoutinunholypleasure, inwildly,addictive ecstasy as shesurrenderedtohim.Thatmanwould be smart, strong, andgood. He’d also be anabsolutely filthy, dominating,alpha male who’d fuck hersenseless. Take control ofher, bend her over the bed,putheronherknees.

Maybe someday she’dslideon thesestockings, thenslip into these panties, andmeet thatman.Haveadrink,dance a little, then sneakaway fora sensualencounterworthy of all her late-nightdirtydreams.Yes,itwasdefinitelyhotin

theboutique.She made her way to the

counter with the blackstockings and the sheer lacepanties.“I’lltakeboth.”

AndasideofFantasyMaleofmyDreams,please.

CHA P T E R TWO

Johnny Cash led the way,racing to the bottom of thetrail. Nothing was going tostop the border collie frombeating the two-leggedcreatures. Ryan’s youngestbrother Colin finished next,

then Ryan reached thetrailhead one second later,breath coming fast from anepicrun.He tapped the wooden

sign. “Forty-fourminutes forthistrail.Ourbesttimeever,”he said, as his heart beatfuriouslyfromthefinalsprintdownthehill.“Forty-four minutes for

me. Forty-four minutes andone second for you,” Colin

corrected,withanarchoftheeyebrow.“Cocky bastard,” Ryan

saidwithagrin,asabeadofsweatsliddownhischest.Heheadedforthewaterfountain,pressedthespout,thenpattedtheedge.“C’monboy.”Johnny Cash trotted over,

leaptup,andplacedhispawson the stone edge of thefountain, lapping up streamsof water. Like the rest of

them, he’d worked hard thateveningonthetrailrun.Whenhisdogwasdone,he

wentnext,takingalong,colddrink, then headed to thewooden fence at the base ofthe trail, resting his elbowsagainst the rail. Somethinghad been on his mind fordays. Something he kepttryingtomakeheadsandtailsofwithnosuccessyet.“Tomorrow’s the big day.

I’m going to the principal’s

officeintheafternoon,”Ryanremarked with a wry tone,trying to make light of thethreep.m.appointmentonhiscalendar tomorrow. His dogwandered to his feet and laydown on the cool dirt, histongue lolling out of hismouth.“Don’ttellmeyougotinto

another fight on the ice?”Colinjoked.“Ha. You know I’m the

one who breaks up the

fights,” he said, referring tohis self-appointed role in thehockey games he played –making sure none of histeammates lost their cool.Then, he cleared his throatand turned serious. “I’mmeeting with the detective.Hecalled earlier in theweektosetupatime.Iaskedifhehad anything in particular hewantedtotalkabout.”Colin arched an eyebrow.

“Didhetellyou?”

Ryan shook his head.“Nope. That guy was FortKnox on the phone. He saidthe meeting was just forroutine questioning. SinceI’m a potential witness hewants to talk to me. Is thatwhathesaidtoyoutoo?”“Yup. I’m seeing him on

Friday. I tried to get somemore details, but he wasn’tgiving them up on thephone.”

Nor had the detectivedisclosed them in personwhen he’d appeared at theirsister’s post-weddingcelebration a week ago todrop the news that theirfather’s murder investigationhadbeenreopened.Lastthingin the world Ryan had everexpected to hear. He’d beenshockedtothebonestolearnthere was new evidence in acrime that already had twopeopleservinglifesentences.

“Soyougotanynewideaswhythecasewasreopened?”he asked, giving voice to themillion-dollar question. “Ifyouhadtoguess…”“Somebody must have

come to the cops with newevidence. A new detail.Somebody saw something,heard something, don’t youthink?” Colin asked, as hestretched out his quads aftertheirpunishingrun.

“Who do you think it waswho came forward?” Ryanhad his own ideas, but helikedtohearwhathissiblingsthought.Colin rattled off a handful

of names and possibilitiesfrom theirmother’s ex-lover,to the gunman’s buddies, toeven some of their mother’sseamstress customers fromyears ago. “But it could beanyone. Could be someoneshe made a leotard for who

suddenly rememberedsomething. And tomorrowyou’ll find out. It would befuckingawesomeif theyfindthe bastards they think areinvolved.”“Thatwould,infact,bethe

definition of fuckingawesome,” Ryan said, thenheldupaclosedfisttoknockwith his brother. “I need tohead out. I’ve got a clientdinner in an hour. Meetingwiththeseguysintownfrom

San Francisco about doingsome security for them.WhiteBoxisthename.”“What’stheirlineofwork?

Sounds like a tech app orsomething with a name likethat.”“It does. But they’re very,

howshallwesay,handson,”Ryan said, sketching airquotes.“Theyrunabunchofprivate clubs wheregentleman like to go forentertainment.

Colin wiggled hiseyebrows. “Will they betaking you there tonight tomakesureyougetentertainedproperly and give them asweetheartdeal?”Ryan laughed and shook

his head. While he hadnothing empirically againstthatformofentertainment—he was an aficionado of thefemale form in all its curvesand softness — he didn’texpect he’d find the kind of

woman whose company heenjoyed at a place like that.“Notmyscene,”hesaid,andleftitatthat.Hewasaprivateman, and didn’t care to diveintothedetailsofhispersonallife…orreally,histastes.Helikeditthewayheliked

it.Hard, rough,kinky.Callaspadeaspade–hewasadirtybastard,andheknewwhathewanted when it came to awoman.

Beautiful. Brilliant. Witty.Sexy.Sweet.And someonewhowanted

to surrender. Who cravedgiving up control to him.Confident in life, and secureenoughtohandoverthereinsin the bedroom, so he couldtake charge of her pleasure,and deliver ecstasy beyondherwildestfantasies.Ryan Sloan certainly

wasn’t on the hunt forsomeone special. He hardly

had time for that. But therewasapartofhimthatlongedforthatsparkofconnection–for a woman who had thesamesinfuldesires.Forhisperfectmatch.

CHA P T E RTHR E E

Sophie strolled into herwalk-in closet in herpenthouse apartment toconfirm that everything wasinorderfortonight.Heroutfit

hung perfectly with everyitem she’d need – the blackevening dress, the silkstockings and garter, and thenew black sheer panties thatshe’dweartothegalaatAria.She loved thepossibility thatsuch apparel suggested. Thatintimacy could ignite at anymoment.Yes, everythingwas ready

forthefete.But first, she had an

insanelypackeddayaheadof

her — a final meeting withthe board for tonight’sfundraiser auction that she’dbeen overseeing for the newwing at the children’shospital, a quick run-throughwith the torch singer she’dhiredtocroonsexysongsforthe ballroom crowd, and alunchwithoneof theevent’sbiggest supporters —a hotelCEO and his lovely wifewho’d donated a gorgeouspaintingfortheauction.Then

she’dneedtovisitherbrotheratpoliceheadquarterstogivehim the transponder for herbuilding’sparkinggarage.Whew.Sounded like this day

called foroneofher favoritepinup dresses. Pressing herfinger toher lips,sheranherhand across her vastcollection of dresses — thewhite one with an orangepattern, the sapphire blue

number, the red pencil skirtstyleone.So many to choose from,

somedaysitwashardtopick.“Ah, this is thedress,”she

declared,whenshelandedontheblackpinupdresswiththecherrypattern.Cherries were just so…

tempting.She slipped into it, zipped

uptheback,andstruckaposein front of themirror. Blondcurls, red lips, sexy dress.

Why yes. She was indeedreadytotackletheday.Besides,todaycouldbethe

day she’d meet the kind ofman who’d stare at herunabashedly.Who’dflirt,andshe’d flirt back. Who’d beboldenough towalkrightuptoher.A frisson of excitement

raced through her, and sheshuddered as she imaginedher fantasy man. But shedoubted she’d meet him

today.Or thenextdayor thenext.Thatwassimplywishfulthinking.Whatawishitwasthough.

***

Afewmorehours.The tension in him

tightened knowing he’d beseeing the detective latertoday.Buthewasdeterminedto get to the bottom of this.When he met with John

Winston, he’d do everythingin his power to glean theinformation he needed aboutthe murder investigation, allwhilekeepinghisownsecretsabout the past airtight andsealed.“Isn’t that right, Johnny

Cash?”hesaid tohisdog,asthey headed up the steps tohishouseafterasoloworkout— a quick three-mile run asthesunrose.Thedogdidn’tanswerhim.

Butthatwasokay.Hestillliked talking to his poochaboutthethingshedidn’ttellanyone else. Johnny Cashknew everything. His dogwasprivytoallthedetailsofthe past that had been put inlockdown.Onceinside,hesetdowna

bowl of water for his loyalcompanion, who greedilyslurped it up. “You’re athirstyguy,”hesaid,touslinghisfur.

Then he headed to theshower, and stripped out ofhis workout clothes. As hestoodunderthehotstream,heconcentrated on the dayahead of him. Last night’smeeting had gone well withhisnewclient, andRyanhadafinalphonecallwiththeVPat the company thismorningtoconfirmthedeal.Ashescrubbedshampooin

his hair, he ran over the restof his agenda. Reviewing a

contract, lunch with acorporate client who wantedto upgrade his securityservices, then the detectivemeeting, and a free eveningaheadofhim.Already, he sensed he’d

needthatfreetime.Needittounwind after discussing aneighteen-year-oldmurderthatstill weighed on his family,and probably always would.Perhaps he’d spend the night

playing a round of pool soloinhisden.Though it sure would be

nicetohavetherightkindofcompany at his pool tablesometime. As he picturedlanding a shot in the cornerpocket, a favorite imageflashedintohisbrain.A gorgeous woman, with

curvesandsexylips,perchedontheedgeofhispooltable,wearing only stunninglingerie. The come-hither

kind that pushed up all herassets. He groaned at thetantalizing vision his dirtymind constructed. She’d besultry, voluptuous, andwilling. So willing to betaken the way he wanted totake her. She’d give herselffreely, spread her legs, run ahand between them, trailingher fingertips sexily acrossthefabricofherpanties.Herwetpanties.

Since she’d want him asmuch as he wanted to haveher.Yeah, that was a nice

image for his shower. Helikedthatquitealot.She’dbehot, and ready, tremblingwith the intense need to betouched, to be tasted, tocome.She’d be close, so damn

close,andthenhe’dtellhertobegforit.

And she would, becauseshe wanted that too, wantedto be told what to do. Withlegs spread, eyes all glossywith desire, and red lipsparted,she’dwhisper,“Pleasemakemecome.”He’d heed that call. He’d

answer that request.Controlling all her pleasure,whispering filthy words,keeping her bound to him,he’dgiveheralltheblissshedeserved.

She’d come hard for him.Shuddering,anddesperateformore.Ryan breathed out deeply,

as he washed the suds fromhis hair, and rinsed off hisbody. That was his dreamwoman.For now though, he had a

busydayaheadofhim,sohedriedoffanddressed,pullingon boxers, charcoal grayslacks, and a crisp button-down. He scanned the

neckwear dangling on his tiehanger. A good two dozenties to choose from, but hegrabbed an emerald greenone, flashing back tosomething his brother-in-law’s brother, Clay, had saidtohimwhenthey’dchattedatafamilyeventaweekago.“A man always needs a

luckytie.”Ryancouldn’tagreemore.He stepped in front of the

mirror in his bathroom,

knotting his tie, andtighteningit.After one hell of an

unlucky past, he could sureusesomelucktoday.

CHA P T E RF OUR

As he turned into theparking lot at municipalheadquarters, the tightness inhis chest intensified, like acoil.He took a deep, fueling

breath and did his best tonarrow his focus to doingeverything he could in thenext hour to figureout if theguilt or innocence ofsomeone he loved waschanging. To protect hissecrets even if he was askedto serve them up. To learnwhat the fuck the detectiveknewabouthisfamilythathedidn’tknow.Hecuttheengine,shutthe

door, thenheadedaround the

corner.Assoonashereachedthe sidewalk in front of thebuilding,henearlystoppedinhistracks,because…Holyshit.She was a vision from

heaven.Ifheavendeliveredsinfully

sexy women right to thegoddamn street in front ofhim.

***

She thanked the valet andslid into the front seat of hersleek Aston Martin, lovingthe feel of the leather seats,and the firm grip of thesteering wheel.With her bigwhite sunglasses shieldingher blue eyes from the lateafternoon rays, she pulledonto the Strip, weavingthroughtrafficasshedrovetothe building where herbrother,ahomicidedetective,worked.Johnwouldsurelybe

busy, questioning suspects,assembling clues, and tryingtocrackcaseswideopen.Briefly,shewonderedwhat

he’d be working on today,who he’d be meeting with,and how he’d apply hissingle-minded focus tokeeping the streets of Vegassafe.Then,thethoughtflittedaway when a prime parkingspot outside the municipalbuilding opened up. Shenabbed it, and turned off the

engine. She reached for herpursetograbasmallnotepadthat had slipped out of it onthe front seat. As shestraightened her spine, shepeered over the top of hersunglasses, and mouthed ‘ohmy.’A delicious tingle raced

through her, between herbreastsanddowntoherbelly.Oneofthemosthandsome

men she’d ever seen in herlife had just steppedout of a

truck in the parking lot. Hehadlightbrownhairandworethekindofclothes thatmadeitclearhehadastrongchest,muscular arms, and a flatstomach.Probablyatonedonetoo.That tingle turned into

sparks that raced throughherbloodstream.As she opened the car

door, she allowed herself togaze at the gorgeous man,drinking him in, from the

aviator shades, to the crispshirt,tothehintofasmile.Then, she realized, hewas

lookingathertoo.This was why she never

left home without her bestlingerie on. You never knewwhen itwouldbringyou thiskindofgoodfortune.Becausefortune was smiling on herafternoon.

CHA P T E R F I V E

The light was playingtricksonhim.Thegoldenhazeofthelate

afternoon sun, and its haloglow, was some kind ofillusion. No way, no how,was it possible for anyone to

be so gorgeous that sheactuallyshimmered.Mirage was the more

plausible explanation for theplatinumblonde stepping outof the Aston Martin at threeo’clock in theafternoononaThursday in July, looking asif shebelonged in agangstermovie. She was the womanthey all fought over. Thewomanwhobroughtthementotheirknees.

From the pinup dress, tothe pouty lips, to thegleaming car that stretched acityblock—orsoitseemed—shewas…Glamorous. Sultry.

Voluptuous.Ryan’sfantasywoman.Thiswas lustat first sight.

Pure, unadulterated lustknocking around in his chestand threatening to makematters in his slacks harder

than he needed them to berightnow.Buthewaswilling todeal

withthatproblembecausethewomancouldnotbe ignored.A groan rolled around in histhroat as he staredshamelessly over the top ofhis shades. He walked alongthe palm-tree lined sidewalkthat framed policeheadquarters,cyclingthroughhis best opening lines, eventhough he had a hunch a

woman like that—a womanwhowore a black dresswitha cherry pattern and brightwhite sunglasses—had heardthem all. Busty and boldenough topullup toVegas’smunicipalbuildingatmiddaylooking like sin come to life,this woman wasn’t going tobe wooed by lines or astandardcome-hereoften?With one hand on the car

door, she glanced to the left,away from him, and pushed

her sunglasses on top of herhair. In her other hand, sheheld a phone, a notepad, anda pen. She bumped her rearagainst the car door, shuttingitwithherass.Whataluckycardoor.He halfwished she’d drop

the pen, just so he couldswoopinandpickitup.Benddown,grabitbeforeitrattledto the street, and gallantlypresentit.

Then he’d get her numberwith that pen. She’d be thetypetopushupthecuffofhisshirtsleeveandwriteitonhisarm.Hescoffedathimself.Asif

that would work. Butsomethinghadto,becausetheclockwas tickingandhehadtwominutestospare.The sun pelted its hot

desert rays at him, radiatingoffthesidewalks,asheranahandalonghistieandcleared

his throat. She looked upfromherphone,andinstantlythey locked eyes. Hers wereblue like the sea. As shecaught his gaze, she archedaneyebrow.This was it. No time for

lines. Just fucking talk to thegorgeous creature. “SeemsI’ve been caught staring,” hesaid as he reached her,claiming a patch of concreterealestateafootaway.

“I’m afraid I’m guilty onthat count, too,” she firedback, her voice laced with atorch-singer sultriness, herwords telling him to keepgoing.She had the pen in her

hand and she twirled it onceabsently.He tipped his forehead

toward it. “Incidentally, I’mastonishinglygoodatpickinguppensthatbeautifulwomen

drop outside our fine city’sgovernmentbuildings.”Her lips twitched. Red.

Cherry red and full. Hewanted to know what theytasted like. How they felt.What she liked to do withthem.Shebrought thepen toher

lips,danced itbetween them,raised her eyebrows in aninvitation, and then let itdrop. It clattered to thesidewalk.“Isthatso?”

The pen was like apromise.Of somethingmore.Of flirting, and then flirtingback. Of phone numbers tofollow. And then some. Ohyeah,somuchandthensome.“That is so,” he said in a

firm voice, bending down topick up the writingimplement, just as Sinatra’s‘Fly Me to the Moon’crooned from her phone. Herose,andshewastappingher

screen, sliding her thumbacrossit.“Must answer this. But

thank you so much for thepen. By theway, I like yourtie.”Shereachedouttotrailafinger down the silky fabric,her hand terribly close to hischest. Then she held up thatfinger,askinghimtowait.“So good to hear from

you,”shesaidintothephone,keeping her eyes on him thewhole time. “I can’t wait to

seeyou tonightat thegalaatAria,” she said, arching aneyebrow at Ryan as sheemphasized that last word.“It’s going to be a fabulouseventandwe’llraisesomuchmoney.Myonlyhopeistherewill be some gorgeous manthere in a green tie who canaffordalast-minuteticket.”He shot her a grin—a

lopsided smile that said yes,themaninthegreentiecouldabsolutelyaffordaticket.

HenoddedhisRSVPtothegala.Shewavedgoodbyeandwalkeddownthestreet.Suddenly, Ryan had plans

thatnight.Good thinghe’dworn that

luckygreentie.

THEEND

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here’sateaserofthenightatthegala…..

“From the moment I metyou, I knew I’d have my

hands on you. You knew it,too.Feltit,too.”She nodded as she

trembledfromthetraceofhisfinger.“Ididfeelit.”He brought his mouth to

herearandspokesoftly.“IfIeverdoorsaysomethingyoudon’t like, tellme.Or smackme. Ionlywant tobringyoupleasure.” His words wereboth sexy and earnest. Thecombination sent flutters

through her belly. “Immensepleasure.”“You already are. So tell

mesomethingelsethat’strue.Something else you know,”shesaid, lovingthehot,dirtyway he talked to her as hetouchedher.“I’m going to look into

your eyes like Iwant to takeyou,” he said, his eyesblazing with desire. “Thatlookwilldriveyouwild.Andyou’ll swallow nervously

because you don’t knowme,and it’s odd wanting astrangerasmuchasyoudo.”He was reading her like ateenage diary. On the onehand, she was nervous. Shedidn’t know him at all. Butshewas also arousedbeyondwords. Beyond reason.Beyondanynormallimits.For that same reason—

becauseshedidn’tknowhim.“Then, you’ll run a hand

down my tie,” he told her,

andshereachedoutinstantly,doing exactly as he said,lovingthedirectionshegave.Sophie craved this kind ofinteraction.Shewantedamanto command her. So muchtimewas spent deciding, anddoing, andplanning. Itdroveher brain batty, and shelongedforthiskindofreleasefromherdays.“Doyouknowwhyyou’re

sofascinatedwithmytie?”heasked huskily, his eyes

pinnedonher.Hepracticallyfucked her with his gaze. Itwas so intense. Hisconfidence set her on fire. Ittorched a path across herbody,sizzlingherskin.“Tell me,” she said, eager

formoreofhiswords.“Sinceyou seem to know me sowell.Tellme.”Hebrushedthebacksofhis

fingersagainsthercheek.OhGod, she was dying for himtokissher.Shewassoeager

to feel those lips. To tastehim.He grasped a wrist with

one hand, yanking it up hischest and loosely wrappingthe end of his tie around herhand. “You want me to tieyouup.”“How do you know that?”

she asked, her voice strippedto the bones. He knew her.He read her. He could senseeverything she wanted. Hecrowdedheragainst thewall.

Heaven Leigh belted out hersongonstage.Theinkyblackof the backstage cloakedthem.“Am I wrong?” he asked,

arching an eyebrow. “If I’mwrong, tell me and I’ll walkaway.”She shook her head. “Are

you going to take it off? Tiemeup?”sheaskedinavoicethathardlysoundedlikehers.Itbelonged to thepartofher

that had been untended foryears.Hegrinnedwickedly.“No.

I have other ways to tie youup,”hesaid,andinaflash,hegripped her wrists in his bigstrong hands, wrapping hisfingers around her, bindingher as he yanked her handsbehind her back. Heat flaredinherbody,spinningthroughher,settlingbetweenherlegs.Her gorgeous, sexy panties

weresodamprightnowtheywereuseless.She ached for his touch.

Andshecoulddonothingbutwait for it since she was hishostage.He was so strong she

couldn’t wriggle away if shewanted to. His thumbs duginto herwrist bones, pinningher hands above her ass,rendering her helpless. Thepressurefromthetwistinher

arms bordered on pain, andfeltohsogood.There was no space

between the two of them.Onlybreath.Onlywordsandhis bare, husky voice. “DoyouknowwhatelseI’vebeenthinkingaboutallday?”Sheshookherhead.He inched closer, his

mouthmerecentimetersfromhers.Herlipsparted,soreadyforhim.God,sheneededhimto kiss her. Needed it badly.

He was making her wait forit.Making her nearly ask forit. His mouth hovered soclose she wanted to dart outher tongue and lick him.Draw him to her. Hisforehead brushed hers, andherbreathfluttered.Somehow, she managed a

please.“Please kiss you?” he

asked.“Isthatwhatyouwantmetodo?”

She nodded, too turned ontoformanotherword,evenayes.“That’s exactly what I’ve

been thinking about all day,”hewhispered.Thenhekissedher,andhe

wasn’t gentle. He wasn’tsweet. He was rough as heclaimed her mouth, kissinghard.Shemoanedashedrewher bottom lip between histeeth thenfusedhismouth tohers.

His stubble rubbed againstherchin.She’dhavewhiskerburnlater.Shelongedfortheredness, the proof, theevidenceofabruisingkiss.Thekisslitherup.Shefelt

iteverywhere—inhertoes,inherhair,inherbelly.And, deliciously, between

herlegs.She ached for him there.

Sheangledherhipscloserasthey kissed, desperatelyseeking contact from him.

God, how she wanted him.Andshedidn’tevenknowhisname.Butheknewherbody.Heknewherdesires.He held her hands so

tightly theymight aswell becuffed.Inaflash,hechangedhis grip, wrapping both herwrists in one hand, keepingthempinnedbehindherback.Hemovedhisfreehandtothefront of her dress and foundhiswayupherskirt.Hebroke

the kiss as his fingertipsbrushed above her knee,touching her stockings andher garter. “Are you wet forme,Sophie?”“Yes,”shesaidonapant.“Are you hot for me?” he

asked, racing closer to herheat.“God,yes.”“Was I wrong about

anythingItoldyou?”Sheshookherhead.“No.”

“Do you still want to askme if I’magood lover?”Heflicked his finger against herclit. Ripples of pleasurespreadthroughherbody.Sheinhaledsharplyandbitherlipsoshewouldn’tcryoutloud.“No. I don’t need to ask

you,” she said as he strokedher through her black lacepanties.“Areyousure?”“I’m sure,” she whispered

as sparks shot through her

bloodstream.“Whynot?”heasked,asif

he were truly so damncurious.“Because you’re showing

me.”His fingers glided across

thewet panel of her panties,stroking faster as she rockedintohim.Hekeptafirmgripon herwrists as she greedilysought his friction. “That’sright,” he said roughly. “I’mshowing you, Sophie. I’m

showing you exactly what Icandotoyou.”He stopped momentarily.

Hereyeswidened.Atraceoffearzipped throughher.Fearthat he might not let hercome. “Did you want toquestion me again?” heasked, taunting her. “I canstopifyouhavequestions.”“No,” she said, her breath

staccato.“Good. But I want to

questionyou.”

“Anything,” she panted.“Askmeanything.”Hefixedherwithaserious

stare.“Areyousureyouwanttogooutonstagehavingjustcomeallovermyhand?”“Yes,”shesaid,begging.He leaned in closer to her

ear. “I can’t hear you. Say itagain.”“Yes,Godyes.”He ran his fingers across

thewet lace.Henarrowed inonherwhereshewantedhim.

Shewassoclosetotheedge,and she needed him to keeptouching her. She needed hisfingers flying across her clit.Touching her until she fellapart.“Beg for it,” he

commanded.“Please,”shewhispered in

hisear,herkneesshaking,sodesperatewassheforrelease.“Pleasemakemecome.”

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