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Sunday Snog

Welcome Sunday Snoggers - here's a few lines from Bite Mark, coming soon from Ellora's Cave. This scene is set in central London early on a foggy, dank morning. Beatrice, who works as a butcher's girl, has followed the mysterious but gorgeous Aimery through the back streets and alleys because she suspects he knows something about her missing best friend. At this point she's been invited into his old, wood panelled office to warm up in front of the fire with a cup of sweet tea…
I shook my head. “No, he would never have left without saying goodbye. We were close, best friends.”“But not lovers?” Aimery said.“No, absolutely not.” I was shocked by the question and fiddled with the base of the mug, sliding my fingertip around the smooth pottery. “I just told you Denny is—”“I know, gay. But maybe he met someone and was swept off his feet, whisked away into the sunset.”“Do you really think so…ouch!”“What.” He was on his knees before me, reaching for my right hand.“Bloody hell, that’s sharp,” I said, watching a ruby blob of blood grow on the tip of my index finger.He wrapped his hand around my wrist and tugged my arm straight so he could examine my wound.“The base of this mug is chipped.” I lifted it and glanced at the smear of blood on the shiny surface. “It has a lethal bit sticking out of it.”“Hardly lethal.” He cocked one eyebrow and swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “But I’m sorry that had to cause you pain.”“Had to?” I frowned and tried to pull my wrist from his grip.He kept a tight hold, his cool fingers keeping my hand still and hovering before his face.“Hey, I—”“Please,” he said almost on a pant, “allow me.” He leaned forward, shut his eyes and wrapped his lips around my bleeding digit.Instantly I was aware of powerful suction, his tongue soft but firm as he took my entire finger into his mouth, knuckle deep.“What are you do…?” My words cut off as tingling warmth spread up my arm. It seeped into my chest, spiking my nipples and creating a heavy weight low down inside of me.He continued to suck, his cheeks hollowing and his eyes shut tight as though succumbing to ecstasy. My hand felt on fire, but not painfully so, it was good heat, heat that was now burning up my arm and flooding my stomach, my pelvis, oh God, and my pussy.I squirmed on the seat, captivated by the sensation but also needing to be free of it.“Aimery,” I gasped. “Please—”He slid his hand from my wrist to my elbow, bunching my sweater and keeping a tight hold of me.I felt trapped, pinned in place, but I didn’t mind. His mouth, his tongue, the soft gulping noises he was making as though drinking greedily was mesmerizing. And my pussy, the heat was intense, the pressure building. My clit was pressing against the gusset of my knickers and in turn against the seam of my jeans.A small groan weaved its way through my throat. He responded my placing his other hand on my thigh, and smoothing it upward to the juncture of my legs and pressing against my clothing.“Ah, oh, oh, what is happ—” I couldn’t speak another word. A small, trembling orgasm was ravishing me. Darts of pleasure burst outward from my pussy, clenching my gut and curling my toes. I screwed my eyes shut, slumped back in the chair and dropped my head down.As the spasms faded I was aware of the heat in my chest, arm and hand subsiding. I opened my eyes and re-focused.Aimery was staring at me. His pupils were enormous. He kept a tight hold of my wet finger; the end now pale and the slit in my skin void of blood.“Just as I suspected. You are truly an exquisite find,” he said.“What, what just happened?” I was being treated to quivering, orgasmic aftershocks and my breath was a little hard to catch.“You have a very rare blood type,” he said, cocking his head and again licking his lips.

Coming soon after Bite Mark - Claw Mark!

Saturday Spankings - Father's Day Special

Welcome to Saturday Spankings and happy Father's Day to all you fathers reading this ;-)
Here's a few steamy lines from That Filthy Book - Jacob might be a daddy, but when he gets his wife alone and they don't have to worry about being heard, things get pretty, damn intense.

A barrage of emotions overwhelmed me as I hung there, in the dark woods, my arse penetrated and being beaten by Jacob’s branch. I never would have thought I’d have this experience, but it was so liberating. Jacob inflicting this erotic pain had given me a whole new level of sensation. A whole new understanding of myself.
As suddenly as it started, the beating stopped.
I didn’t move, just allowed myself to be suspended by the ropes as I panted through the pain and listened to my pulse raging in my ears. My buttocks and the tops of my thighs were on fire, burning, and as the cold night stroked over them they sizzled and stung.
“Look at me,” he said.

That Filthy Book is available from Totally Bound and all other good ebook retailers. Since its release it has been blessed with many 5* reviews and hailed as a book "every woman should read". Though, for all you fathers out there, it's also a seriously sexy read for you, and what's even better is to read it together - it's sure to give you a few ideas!
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Her Secret Past by Victoria Blisse

A past she wants to forget, a secret that will change everything and a hunky guy who should have known better.

It’s no secret that Katrina Quinn has been caught having an affair with her hunky co-star. Hounded by the press she has escaped to Yorkshire, England and the remote seclusion of Copse Cottage. It’s a house packed full of junk and memories—far too much for one woman to handle.

For odd job man Ryan Taylor, being hired to clear clutter while ogling one of Hollywood’s hottest stars seems like easy money. A good way to escape his jealous, drunken girlfriend, Eve, who seems intent on making his life a misery. But Copse Cottage is haunted with his happy past, stirring anew his longing for the girl he used to call the best in the world.

A stolen beat-up suitcase is going to change everything—secrets will be revealed, hearts will be broken all over again and the biggest mystery of all will finally be answered.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of domestic violence and bullying.


View the book trailer here:http://victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/her-secret-past-video-trailer
Excerpt:At first I really did think I was hallucinating. There was probably more alcohol in my blood than was really wise for a man driving and planning a lot of heavy lifting for the day. But she didn’t move, she was still there after I blinked a few times and pushed my trolley closer. “No way, it can’t be,” I exclaimed. She looked up, startling blue eyes staring fixedly at me. “Dear God, it is, it really is. Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m babbling but I can’t believe you’re here!”A teenaged Belieber had nothing on me. I was in complete fandom meltdown. “It is you, isn’t it? You’re Katrina Quinn, aren’t you?” She nodded hesitantly.“Well, bugger me. I can’t believe it. What on earth are you doing here?” I asked, mouth agog. She didn’t answer, just stared at me and I just babbled on. “Of course, you don’t want to tell me, it’s none of my business. Sorry, sorry. I’m just so surprised. Now, look, I’m sure you’re fed up with this kind of thing, but could I get your autograph?” I patted my pockets, pulled out a trusty business card and a pen. “Can you sign it to Ryan, please? That’d be cool. I don’t suppose I could have a photo with you…” Her fingers brushed mine as I passed her the pen, and I felt like a deflating balloon, out of control and violently shrinking. Well, apart from one particular part of my body. Dear God, her touch was potent. “No, no photo,” she stuttered. “Of course, no worries, just thought it was worth asking, you know, to prove I’ve really met you.” She wasn’t very talkative but that didn’t bother me. I was babbling enough myself to keep up her end of the conversation too.“I can’t be seen in a photo with you,” she exclaimed, rudely. “No, fair enough, fair enough.” It was incredibly early in the morning, no wonder she was blunt. “There you go.” She pressed the card back into my hand. Her skin was so soft and pale, her fingers warm and dainty. I imagined them around my cock for a moment then shook myself from the fantasy. “Thanks so much.” I couldn’t meet her eye—my cock was so hard and my mind so filled with wanting to fuck her I was scared of letting her see what a pervert I was. “Really, this is awesome. I better let you get on with your shopping.” “Yes, thanks, Ryan. Have a nice day.” Her accent was heavily American, which surprised me. I knew she’d lived in the US for a good long while but I’d imagined a Yorkshire accent would take a lot of losing!“Thanks and bye.” I waved like a complete idiot. She waved back and I walked away. Looking over my shoulder I noticed she was taller than I’d imagined. Her curves were no less attractive, though. Especially her arse, which was perfectly cupped in a pair of faded jeans. What I’d give to do the cupping…
Pick Her Secret Past up from Totally Bound with exclusive extras including a whole extra chapter! 

Football…

World Cup fever has hit me… and to celebrate what better way than to check out my Pinterest board of hot, hot players!
Click on the cover of my erotic romance football novel, Scored, to take you there…

Back Cover Information for Scored
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after? 
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no? 
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare. 
Available from Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Barnes and Noble and iBooks.

Dungeon Crawl

Welcome to this week's Dungeon Crawl. I have an excerpt for you from my erotic suspense novel Stockholm Surrender. It's a twisted tale of love and lust and handcuffs and binds being used for many things…


With my window letting in the sounds of the city, I spread my notes on my bed and tapped away on my netbook. The history of law was everyone’s most hated subject, but I knew the sooner I tackled it the better. Leaving it to the last minute would be crazy.Eventually though, as darkness claimed the hall grounds and the lampposts flicked on, I decided to call it a day, or rather a night. I saved my work and flopped back on the bed. I would just stretch out for ten minutes before I got up to change and get ready for sleep.But sleep wouldn’t wait, and before I knew it I felt myself drifting. Falling into a dark, dreamy world. My eyes were heavy, my breathing shallow. I let myself go—float into a world of thoughts and nothingness, white clouds and black sleep.“Shh!”There was tightness over my mouth and pressure over the entire length of my body. Whatever it was had squeezed the air from my lungs and was pinning me to the bed. I opened my eyes, panicked.“Shh!” Ty said, his eyes wide and his nose practically touching mine.Hastily, I nodded. Oh my god. Was I dreaming or was Ty really here, lying on the bed with me?He hesitated then lifted his gloved hand from my mouth just a fraction. “You are going to keep quiet, aren’t you?”“Yes, of course,” I whispered. This was no dream.“Good, ’cause I don’t want that copper who’s stalking you to come crashing in.”“He won’t. I promise.”Ty lifted up, reached over and shut the window. With a snap, he drew the curtains then pulled off his gloves.“Is that how you got in?” I asked.He nodded.“Really, up the tree, and...” Something was different. I realized what it was. “Why has the lamppost gone off?”“I tripped it, didn’t want anyone seeing me breaking into the foreign minister’s daughter’s bedroom.” He grinned naughtily.“And did they?”“No, I shouldn’t think so, not at three in the morning.”“Three?” I glanced at my bedside clock. Sure enough, it was three a.m.He chuckled and lay back down next to me. “I guess you got carried away with your studies. I used to be like that.”“Really?”“Yeah, don’t look so shocked, I have a first in sports science.” He touched his finger to the bald patch of my scalp and a rush of heated desire poured through me. “I know all about the human body,” he whispered, “and exactly what it needs to stay healthy and happy and...satisfied.”Unable to suppress a whimper of pure lust, I slid my hand over his shoulders and tugged him closer. “I wish you would damn well give me some of the satisfaction I need.”“You’re always so demanding, and so...damn...horny.” He touched his lips to mine, soft and gentle, his tongue peeking into my mouth and past my teeth to tangle and turn and explore. “Oh Jesus, Penny, you drive me crazy,” he murmured. “You do know that, don’t you?”“Good, because that’s how you make me feel.”He stroked down the column of my neck, dipping his fingertip into the hollow of my throat and down my sternum. “I want you so bad,” he said, “but there is something we have to do before we can be together.”“What?” What could he possibly need to do other than put on a damn condom? His erection was growing by the second against my hip. All I needed was for him to get inside me like he had before. Thrust and grind and do that thing to my clit he was so bloody good at. Just the thought of it had me shivering.“Wait,” he said, reaching behind himself.Suddenly a tight strip of tape slapped over my mouth. Gone was the luscious kissing of moments ago and in its place foul plastic stickiness.“Mmmph!” I managed, trying to project massive indignation with my eyes.“It won’t take long.”I tried to reach for the tape, intent on pulling it off, but he had both my hands harnessed in just one of his.“Sit.” He pulled me upright, tugging at my sweater. “We need this off.”His breaths were rapid and hot on my face as he moved his hands quickly and efficiently, freeing my arms from the sweater before swiftly dragging it over my head.“Ah fuck, white,” he said, staring at my pretty lace bra. It had delicate scallop details over the rise of my small, pert breasts and a tiny pale-blue flower in the center between the cups. “White is my very favorite.” His voice was almost wistful.“Mmmph!” I mumbled again. Why did I have this tape on? I said I wouldn’t shout for Roger. Why didn’t he believe me?“Shh, shh, just for a minute, baby, just for a couple of minutes.” He stood, still holding my wrists tight, and nudged the straight-backed chair out from under my desk with his foot. “Up, come on, sit on here, quickly.” He glanced at the door.As soon as I was on the chair he was behind me, wrapping what felt like cord around my wrists. I yanked but the binding was tight and attached me to the rungs.“It’s okay,” he soothed by my ear, his breath warm and tickly. “It’s okay.” He slid his hand over my bare shoulder, tracing the strap of my bra right down to the cup.I arched my spine, needing his touch so desperately. Ty in my fantasies would have his hands all over me by now. Ty in my fantasies would already be ravishing me until we were both desperately trying to muffle our screams and panting for breath.But this wasn’t fantasy, this was real. Ty was really here, really tying me up again. And for god’s sake, why was this stuff on my mouth?

Stockholm Surrender is available from Ellora's Cave and all other good ebook retailers.
BACK TO THE CRAWL…

Special Guest - Justine Elyot

Hello, and many thanks to lovely Lily for letting me loose here today.
My new Mischief novel, Master of the House, started – as these things often do – as a single idea or image that stuck in my mind until I had woven an entire story around it. In this case, I imagined standing in a woodland, looking over to a grand house and reliving a childhood memory of being bullied and humiliated by the boy who lived there. God knows why it happened like that – but I'd been interested in the idea of writing a bully and victim reunited story for a while, so I decided to run with it.
Here's the blurb:
Journalist Lucy Miles returns home to her sleepy rural village to chase a potentially career changing story. But after being reunited with the boy who broke her heart, Lucy soon realises that its her own feelings that are under investigation.

Lucy Miles is resigned to covering stories for the local newspaper and sharing a flat with her hippy mother, until her first love reappears.

She should know better than to trust Joss Lethbridge, even if he is a Lord these days, but he has an intriguing proposition for her and the temptation to land the biggest scoop the Vale of Tylney has ever seen proves too much for her. As does his invitation to rekindle a passion that will set alight her submissive fantasies and untie his dominant tastes.

But for how long can playing roles remain pretence before their games become an emotional connection?

And perhaps you'd care for an excerpt?
The scaffolders were still at work on the east wing when we entered the Hall through the back kitchen door.'Don't want Fran to know I'm back,' muttered Joss, leading the way through the hanging copper pots and pans and wooden worktops. 'She'll waylay me with a VAT registration form or something. I'm taking the afternoon off, as far as she's concerned.''Fran Woolley?''You know her?''Willingham isn't exactly the metropolis, Joss, people do tend to know everyone in the village.''Yeah, I suppose.''Nearly thirty and still clueless about real life, aren't you?'He looked over his shoulder at me, frowning.'Are you saying that my life isn't real?' he said.'No. But, for God's sake, don't ever check your privilege. You'd never get to the end of it.''I've no idea what you're talking about.''No, I don't suppose you do. Look, I'm only joking. I'm nervous.'I was pretty close to vomiting, actually, and after all the pickles I'd consumed this wasn't an appealing prospect.The back stairs were like old friends with whom I'd been unexpectedly reunited and, in just the same way, they brought a lot of memories to the fore as I climbed them behind Joss.Chief among them was that first time, treading cautiously on the creaking boards, feeling that I was being allowed inside a sacred inner sanctum. And knowing that, by the time I came down, I would no longer be a virgin.Joss had been holding my hand that day, looking down at me from time to time with ardent eyes. Oh, how I missed those ardent eyes.He'd asked me at the bedroom door if I was sure. I wasn't, but I said I was.Certainty came when we fell together on the bed, all wrapped up in each other's heat and scent, kissing as if we'd never get the chance again.He was so sweet with me, so gentle and kind. He wasn't the same person who'd whipped my legs with a bramble, he just couldn't be.I was so stupid, but at least I'd had the excuse of youth.What excuse did I have now?The upstairs landing was just as I remembered it, but shabbier. Everything had a faded, regretful look. Outside Joss's bedroom door was a recycling box full of bottles.'Nice touch,' I said. 'Classy.''Fuck off,' he said, quite reflexively and without real malice, then he spun around to face me and said, 'God, sorry. I don't mean that. Don't fuck off. Please.''It's all right,' I said, with a little grin. 'I'll make you pay for it.'He smiled back, but nervously.'I'm sure you will. Anyway – enter the palace of delights.'The palace of delights, also known as Joss's bedroom, had seen better days. The four poster bed was still splendid and glamorous, but the duvet was on the floor and the antique bedside table overflowed with clutter.I picked my way over a discarded dressing gown and slippers, aiming for the window.'Sorry about the mess,' he said, snatching them up as I negotiated my path. 'I would have cleared up if I'd thought…well, I wasn't expecting us to end up here. Not yet.'

If you want to know what happens in Joss's palace of delights…the book is available right now: 

Thank you for reading! And thanks again, Lily!

High-Sticked Review

Great new review in for High-Sticked, book #5 in my Hot Ice series and the only m/m in the collection. This is from Romancing the Book…

Review by Amy:  
Matthew is a photographer who knows his ideal companion is supposed to be rough and masculine rather than petite and feminine. That’s why he feels an instant attraction to NHL player, Todd “Pretty” Carty, never believing that his feelings could be reciprocated.
In this installment of Lily Harlem’s Hot Ice series, High-Sticked, Matthew and Todd explore the possibilities of a relationship amid a very public backdrop. While Matthew is perfectly comfortable with his lifestyle, the path to realization isn’t as smooth for Todd. The story line focuses sharply on Todd’s struggle to accept his sexuality.
There’s nothing typical about the two main characters. The writer uses an uber-masculine setting in the form of the world of hockey to prove that love can happen to anyone.
I found myself rooting for the characters as they faced the various challenges that accompany the professional athlete lifestyle. The book is packed with emotion, going beyond the surface to really explore what it is like to be a gay athlete.
As an experienced reader of erotica, this was my first official foray into the world of m/m literature. Although I have never experienced any emotional turmoil regarding my sexuality, I found it easy to identify with the characters because love is a universal language.
The photo shoot at the beginning of the story sets the tone for an attraction that is steaming hot. When the sparks of desire turn into a fiery inferno, there is no doubt that Lily Harlem has the ingredients for a truly satisfying read.

High-Sticked, and all the Hot Ice books are available from Ellora's Cave, Amazon and all other good ebook retailers.

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Welcome to Saturday Spankings - here's a swift slap from Who Dares Wins, my m/m/m novella just out at Totally Bound.




Another slap hit down, hard, much harder than Jack’s.
I shifted up the table, lost my balance and had to scramble back to my hands and knees.
The breath had been knocked from my lungs.
“No more fucking hitting,” Jack said sharply. “That’s just for me.”
“He likes it,” Slider said in a growling voice. His fingers didn’t leave me. He continued to stretch and shunt in and out of my arse.
“Not that bloody hard he doesn’t. Hit him again and you’ll have me to answer to. He’s my sub.”
I was lolling in a mass of sensations, folding in on myself. But I was glad to hear Jack wouldn’t have Slider take it out on my arse cheeks again like that. He was too free with the muscle behind the slap, a lack of technique—unlike my Master who had it perfected.

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Snog by the Sea

Welcome to Snog by the Sea, it's great that you've dropped by to enjoy the sound of lapping waves. the sea breeze and a good old smooch by the ocean. I'm sharing a snippet from Misconduct which is the 6th book in my HOT ICE series. 
Blurb for Misconduct
Manage the Vipers hockey team! Me? Well, that’s my role now. Shame a gorgeous, cocky-assed goaltender is testing my patience. Sweet cheeks—really, is that any way to refer to the boss? Dustin “Speed” Reed certainly seems to think so.
It’s okay though. I’ll escape to my billionaire father’s paradise retreat. Except Dustin decides to jump on for the ride. Then the tension really heats up, hotter than the scorching midday sun.
I want to slap him and kiss him. Push him away and rip off his clothes. The feeling is mutual—a potent cocktail of anger mixed with lust. I know we shouldn’t. It can’t end well, especially when I’m going give him the sack as soon as I push him out of it.
But what’s the fun in having rules if no one ever breaks them? I’ll take what I can, give him what he wants and worry about balancing the books tomorrow. Surely my heart will be fine.


Snog
I stomped ahead of Dustin down by the shoreline, ignoring the sting on my knee and the ache in my chest. It wasn’t as if I cared what Dustin thought of me. I didn’t.Plus I had a job to do, a big job, and I couldn’t be distracted by annoying players who, each hour, earned nearly as much as they weighed. Not to mention my father needed me. He’d been so desperately sick, hanging on to life at one point. I had to do this for him and make it work. It was the least a good daughter could do after all he’d provided me with over the years, including my education.My throat tightened and my eyes stung. I marched along, staring at the horizon and the approaching sign that declared our stretch of beach as private property and trespassers would be prosecuted.I’d be glad when today ended—what with the shock of Henri’s marriage, Dustin’s arrival and Dad’s departure, and then, to top it all, getting mugged. I’d had enough.Yes. I’d be happy to start fresh tomorrow and hope the stars had better things planned for me.“Hey, you okay?” Dustin asked, catching up to me.I glanced at him. He had his t-shirt off and it was tucked into his jeans, flapping behind him. He threw a pebble in the air and caught it with a snap of his hand making his biceps tense.“Yes, I’m fine.”“Are you pissed that Henri is getting married?”“No. I’m happy for him.”“Oh, that’s good then.” He jogged ahead and threw the stone into the waves. “So what is it?”“What’s what?”He was walking backward, looking at me. “Are you in pain? Did that bastard hurt you more than you’re letting on?”“No, no I’m fine...relieved, it could have been much worse.”“Yeah, it could have.” He stooped and grabbed another black stone. “You should bathe that knee with some antiseptic when we get back.”“I will.” I saw the roof of the villa come into view. Pressed my lips together and stormed ahead. Not much farther now.“So if you’re not bothered about Henri and you’re relieved that you didn’t get seriously hurt, why have you got a face like a cat’s ass?”“I have not.” I frowned.“You have. You were actually quite normal for a bit back there, at the candy stall and that.”“Normal?” I gripped the strap of my purse, didn’t look at him. “What does that mean?”“It means you smiled.”“I can smile, you know.”“You just don’t like to.”“Perhaps I don’t have much to smile about today, what with you being here.”“Me!” He bent down, plucked a bigger stone from the sand and threw it in a perfect arc. It landed far out to sea with a fat splash. “Jesus, there’s gratitude. And I got your wallet back and everything.”I tore my gaze away from his rippling muscles, how they moved and stretched beneath the surface of his skin as he twisted and turned.“I’m grateful for that, it’s just...”“Just what.” He stopped right in front of me.I was forced to come to a halt. I studied the few curled black hairs on his sternum and then raised my eyes to the hollow of his throat, the stubble on his cheeks, his scarred bottom lip.“Say it how it is, sweet cheeks.” His voice was stern and I sensed his patience was running out. “I can take it.”Well, tough. My patience had evaporated days ago. Ever since the first day I’d met him. “It’s just that you shouldn’t be here at all. You weren’t invited.”“I have a different view of that, as you know.” He slid his sunglasses over his cap and scowled down at me.“You shouldn’t have bothered my father about this whole contract business. He’s not well.”“I didn’t, my agent did. That’s his job.”“He should have contacted me.”He huffed. “Perhaps he knew he’d get as much sense out of you as he would a damn puck.”I poked his chest. This time, instead of feeling the hard padding he wore when dressed in his goaltender getup, I felt his sun-warm skin and the solidity of his sternum beneath my finger. I tried not to let touching his flesh affect my body, but it did. There was something about his skin and the strength beneath that flicked my switches. “I told you back there,” I said as firmly as I could, “I’m here to stay. Get used to it.”“So am I?” He grabbed my wrist, wrapped his big fingers around it and pulled my hand away from his chest.“We’ll see,” I said, tugging.I was surprised when he me let go and quickly made the most of it by stepping around him. I needed the sanctuary of the villa.I’d taken five steps when I felt him clutch my upper arm and the heat of his hand burn onto my skin. He spun me quite roughly to face him. I staggered but he had a good hold and righted me with what seemed like no effort.“So let’s fucking do this,” he said harshly. “Right here, right now.” He grabbed my other arm, pulled me close.I caught my breath and stared up at his wild, angry face cast in shadow by his peaked cap. “Do what?”“Hash this out. The damn contract.”“No, that’s not how it works.”“It is in my world. Tell me, what do I have to do for an extension with the Vipers. I want three years. I’ll go with the same conditions as I have now. Can’t start fairer than that.”“Dustin, no, we can’t do this. Not here, not now.”He licked his lips, leaving a wet sheen there that captured my attention. “We can. Come on, what do you want?”I shook my head, licked my own lips. I couldn’t bring myself to say it. But the truth was I didn’t want him at all because the team couldn’t afford him. Not on his current exorbitant salary anyway. God knows what my father had been thinking when he’d agreed to that. He must have been on the whiskey or something.I looked out to sea, watched a lone gull swoop across the surface of a crashing wave.“Tell me,” he said again, pulling me closer still.My breasts came into contact with his chest. A dart of longing went through me like it had in New York when he’d kissed me. How did he do that, when he was so damn furious with me it just made me want to get closer to him, physically that was. Sense told me I should run, get the hell away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.“This won’t work,” I said.“Why not?’“Because I...I don’t want you.” I pressed my hands on his dense pectoral muscles, stared up at him.“Why not?”“The state I’ve inherited the team in is...” I stopped myself. I really couldn’t go into all the financial details with a player. That wasn’t fair, nor ethical. Not when I hadn’t had a chance to hash it out with Dad yet.“The state you’ve inherited the team in?” He spoke with a guttural quality to his voice, as though he’d mixed gravel with the words.“I can’t discuss it. You’ll just have to accept the decision.”His nostrils flared and his lips flattened. “You mean that, don’t you? You really don’t have any intention of renewing my contract.” He paused. “Shit.”God, I hated to see pain in his eyes. He clearly loved playing for the Vipers. And who could blame him? It was every hockey player’s dream come true.I slipped my hands higher onto the base of his neck and rubbed the taut tendons there with my thumbs. “I wish I did want you,” I whispered.Oh, what a lie. Because I did, just not for the team. His body, pressing against mine, the smell of his slightly malty breath and the way he was eating me up with his gaze. It all made me want him very much. In my bed.Suddenly he snapped me tight against him, wrapped his arms around my waist and set me flush against his body.“And I wish I didn’t fucking want you,” he said, his jaw tightening, the syllables seeming to struggle to get out from between his gritted teeth.He wished he didn’t want me? Those words ping-ponged around my mind. What did he mean? That he did want me, the way I wanted him, even though it made no sense?I went up on my toes and cradled the back of his head. I stared into his eyes, looking for answers. His pupils were wide despite the sunshine, and desire flamed within them. Yes, I’d been right, he did want me, exactly the same way I had to have him. Now.I kissed him. With the same furious passion he’d inflicted on me in the hotel. For a horrendous moment I thought I’d made a God almighty mistake—his lips were still, his tongue flat. But then he melted, opened up and let me in.He groaned, dipped his tongue into my mouth and slid his hand up my back to my hair, bunching his fingers in my casual updo.Like before, his kiss transported me to a wild place where anything could happen. I writhed against him and was aware of his cock hardening against my stomach. It thrilled me that he was turned-on by me. Big, tough Dustin was hot for a bit of action with little old me. Bring it on.“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips.“Okay,” I gasped.



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