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Only Mine Excerpt
When I stepped off the elevator to make my way to my office, Tawny stopped me. “Hey. Wolf asked me to send you in as soon as you returned. He said it was important.”
“Okay. Thank you.” I stopped at his door and knocked.
“Come in!” he shouted, and he didn’t sound happy.
“You asked me to stop by, so I’d appreciate it if you’d lose the bark.”
“Shut the door,” he hissed.
“Please.” I raised a brow before shutting the door.
“Please what?”
“I was reminding you to say please. You don’t need to be so rude.”
“Jesus. I’m not going to walk on eggshells because you’re sensitive. This is business. Suck it up, Minx.”
I sat down in the leather chair across from him as he sat behind his desk. Everything was cherrywood with burgundy and gold décor. He had Navy medals and awards framed on the walls. There were enough to make it known that the man was highly decorated. It was impressive, especially for a guy who was only a year older than me.
“What did you need?”
“How was your lunch with Buckley? Was it business or pleasure?”
“Is that seriously what you called me in here for?” I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head.
This guy was unbelievable.
“He’s a player that we’re trying to keep on the team. I know we have a verbal from him, but I need to know if he said anything. I’m not asking you if you fucked him.” His fist came down on the desk, and I gaped.
“What? You are such an asshole. For your information, I don’t go to business lunches and fuck people. So, fuck you, Wolf.” I pushed to my feet and stormed toward the door.
But he was fast.
Faster than I anticipated.
His fingers wrapped around my arm, and he turned me. It surprised me that this brute of a man could be gentle in a heated moment.
“I just want to know what happened.” His face was so close to mine that his breath tickled my cheek.
“No. You asked if I fucked him. Why do you even care?” I hissed.
“Why won’t you answer the question?”
“I already told you—you’ve ruined my sex life. You irritate me so much that I can’t seem to relax now. That must please you, huh?”
His hand moved to my hair, and he pressed closer to me, his lips on my ear. “Do you want me to make you feel good again, Minx?”
I would normally slap him in the face, but he had given me the whammy of all orgasms. And another one didn’t sound like a horrible idea. Especially when I was irritated as hell.
“It doesn’t mean I don’t hate you.” My words were strained.
“Stop talking.” His hand moved down to the hem of my skirt and up my thigh before he dipped his fingers beneath my lace panties. “Are you this wet for me or for him?”
“I thought we weren’t talking.” I tucked my lips beneath my teeth and tried to compose myself as he continued stroking me. The sensation of his rough fingertips against my core made it difficult to stand.
And without warning, he dropped to his knees and shoved my skirt up so that it bunched at my waist. “Is this what you want?”
“Okay. Thank you.” I stopped at his door and knocked.
“Come in!” he shouted, and he didn’t sound happy.
“You asked me to stop by, so I’d appreciate it if you’d lose the bark.”
“Shut the door,” he hissed.
“Please.” I raised a brow before shutting the door.
“Please what?”
“I was reminding you to say please. You don’t need to be so rude.”
“Jesus. I’m not going to walk on eggshells because you’re sensitive. This is business. Suck it up, Minx.”
I sat down in the leather chair across from him as he sat behind his desk. Everything was cherrywood with burgundy and gold décor. He had Navy medals and awards framed on the walls. There were enough to make it known that the man was highly decorated. It was impressive, especially for a guy who was only a year older than me.
“What did you need?”
“How was your lunch with Buckley? Was it business or pleasure?”
“Is that seriously what you called me in here for?” I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head.
This guy was unbelievable.
“He’s a player that we’re trying to keep on the team. I know we have a verbal from him, but I need to know if he said anything. I’m not asking you if you fucked him.” His fist came down on the desk, and I gaped.
“What? You are such an asshole. For your information, I don’t go to business lunches and fuck people. So, fuck you, Wolf.” I pushed to my feet and stormed toward the door.
But he was fast.
Faster than I anticipated.
His fingers wrapped around my arm, and he turned me. It surprised me that this brute of a man could be gentle in a heated moment.
“I just want to know what happened.” His face was so close to mine that his breath tickled my cheek.
“No. You asked if I fucked him. Why do you even care?” I hissed.
“Why won’t you answer the question?”
“I already told you—you’ve ruined my sex life. You irritate me so much that I can’t seem to relax now. That must please you, huh?”
His hand moved to my hair, and he pressed closer to me, his lips on my ear. “Do you want me to make you feel good again, Minx?”
I would normally slap him in the face, but he had given me the whammy of all orgasms. And another one didn’t sound like a horrible idea. Especially when I was irritated as hell.
“It doesn’t mean I don’t hate you.” My words were strained.
“Stop talking.” His hand moved down to the hem of my skirt and up my thigh before he dipped his fingers beneath my lace panties. “Are you this wet for me or for him?”
“I thought we weren’t talking.” I tucked my lips beneath my teeth and tried to compose myself as he continued stroking me. The sensation of his rough fingertips against my core made it difficult to stand.
And without warning, he dropped to his knees and shoved my skirt up so that it bunched at my waist. “Is this what you want?”
Loving Romeo Excerpt
I watched him sleep as he rolled toward me, his eyes blinking open as his hand found my hip and he pulled me closer. It was the first day in weeks that we’d been able to sleep in, which wasn’t even really sleeping in, because the sun hadn’t come up yet. But normally, he was up at 4:00 a.m. to get his run in early. Joey thought he needed the rest this morning and wanted him to take a day off from running, but he’d be in the gym later today.
“Hey, baby. Are you watching me sleep?”
I snuggled up against him. Cedar and sage were now my kryptonite. My fingers roamed his chest, and he groaned.
“Yes. You rarely sleep, so I was enjoying the view. Are you sore?”
“I think I’m in a constant state of discomfort, if I’m being honest.” He chuckled. “I’m always a little sore.”
“Well, those guys really pushed you hard last night, and you ran hard in the morning, too. Can you take a day off from work today?”
“Nope. I need to catch up on payroll and the books and get the schedule going for next week. We just keep growing, so I need to hire another trainer.”
My fingers were trailing along his shoulder and down his arm, and I pushed to sit up. “How about I give you a massage before we both have to get up?”
“How about I bury my face between your thighs and start my day with you on my lips?”
“Massage first. Pleasure second,” I teased, as my teeth sank into my bottom lip at the thought of it.
Romeo always knew how to please me. Even when he was exhausted. Even when I knew he should just get some sleep. He said that he slept best after hearing me cry out his name.
How could I argue with that?
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“Hey, baby. Are you watching me sleep?”
I snuggled up against him. Cedar and sage were now my kryptonite. My fingers roamed his chest, and he groaned.
“Yes. You rarely sleep, so I was enjoying the view. Are you sore?”
“I think I’m in a constant state of discomfort, if I’m being honest.” He chuckled. “I’m always a little sore.”
“Well, those guys really pushed you hard last night, and you ran hard in the morning, too. Can you take a day off from work today?”
“Nope. I need to catch up on payroll and the books and get the schedule going for next week. We just keep growing, so I need to hire another trainer.”
My fingers were trailing along his shoulder and down his arm, and I pushed to sit up. “How about I give you a massage before we both have to get up?”
“How about I bury my face between your thighs and start my day with you on my lips?”
“Massage first. Pleasure second,” I teased, as my teeth sank into my bottom lip at the thought of it.
Romeo always knew how to please me. Even when he was exhausted. Even when I knew he should just get some sleep. He said that he slept best after hearing me cry out his name.
How could I argue with that?
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Wild River Excerpt
He nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Anyway, stop overthinking it. It’s a fucking barbecue. No one’s proposing marriage here. We both know what this is. A one-and-done. I got it. You’ve got it. But we’re still going to see each other at the bar and the hospital every day, so no reason we can’t have a fucking burger with friends together.”
“Ahhh… there’s the poet again. Fine. I could eat. Turns out, being felt up in the shower really works up a girl’s appetite.”
I texted Demi back to let her know I’d be coming over and then followed him toward the front door and outside as he pulled open the passenger door to his car.
I gaped at him. “I’m walking home. I have to change my clothes.”
“You’re walking like you just got bucked off a badass bull. I’m giving you a ride home. Get in the fucking car.”
“Such a gentleman,” I hissed, because it was just our schtick, I guess. Maybe we’d been too nice this morning, and we needed to get things back to normal. I climbed into the passenger seat, and he slammed the door dramatically.
The heathen.
He drove me home in silence, and that bothered me.
“So now you’re not talking to me?”
“You know, there are a lot of women in this town that wouldn’t mind spending a night with me and getting a ride home. You act like I’m going to fucking murder you.” His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard I could see the whites of his knuckles, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
He looked over and glared at me, and I just kept laughing because now that I’d started, I couldn’t stop. He pulled up in front of my house and turned to face me.
“Are you done?”
I pulled myself together. “Sorry. I don’t think you’re going to murder me.”
“Ahhh… there’s the poet again. Fine. I could eat. Turns out, being felt up in the shower really works up a girl’s appetite.”
I texted Demi back to let her know I’d be coming over and then followed him toward the front door and outside as he pulled open the passenger door to his car.
I gaped at him. “I’m walking home. I have to change my clothes.”
“You’re walking like you just got bucked off a badass bull. I’m giving you a ride home. Get in the fucking car.”
“Such a gentleman,” I hissed, because it was just our schtick, I guess. Maybe we’d been too nice this morning, and we needed to get things back to normal. I climbed into the passenger seat, and he slammed the door dramatically.
The heathen.
He drove me home in silence, and that bothered me.
“So now you’re not talking to me?”
“You know, there are a lot of women in this town that wouldn’t mind spending a night with me and getting a ride home. You act like I’m going to fucking murder you.” His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard I could see the whites of his knuckles, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
He looked over and glared at me, and I just kept laughing because now that I’d started, I couldn’t stop. He pulled up in front of my house and turned to face me.
“Are you done?”
I pulled myself together. “Sorry. I don’t think you’re going to murder me.”
Steal My Heart Excerpt
My coworker, Henley Holloway, had an evil side to her.
She’d purposely worn a fitted pink dress and some high fucking heels.
It hugged her ass, which was currently taunting me as she bent over the table and grabbed another file.
“Okay. You’ve got to stop fucking doing that,” I hissed.
She’d been all smiles this morning while we ate breakfast. She hadn’t said a word about what happened last night, and she seemed completely okay with everything. I’d prepared for it to be awkward.
I’d prepared for her to want to talk about it ad nauseam.
I’d prepared for her to be angry or hostile or something.
But nope. She was happy and calm and unaffected.
Un-fucking-affected.
And I was left with a pissed-off dick and two very angry testicles. Even though I’d given them relief, it wasn’t enough.
Not with those eyes looking at me right now. That devious smirk plastered on her face.
“Stop doing what?”
“Bending over the table,” I said, making no effort to hide my irritation. “Wearing sexy dresses. Laughing and smiling and acting relaxed.”
“You need to take it down a notch, Chadwick.”
She smirked, coming closer. “I did not bend over the table. I barely reached for the file. My dress is very basic and comes past my knees and shows zero cleavage. And I’m not laughing or smiling. We’re having normal conversation.”
I groaned. “Whatever. You’re pissing me off.”
She narrowed her gaze, and then her mouth fell open. “Oh. Ohhhhhh. You’re frustrated. You want me, don’t you?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Princess. All men get blue balls.”
“I thought you were going to take a shower last night. I figured you’d, you know, take care of business.” She chuckled. She was enjoying this.
“I did. Twice. But it didn’t work.”
She’d purposely worn a fitted pink dress and some high fucking heels.
It hugged her ass, which was currently taunting me as she bent over the table and grabbed another file.
“Okay. You’ve got to stop fucking doing that,” I hissed.
She’d been all smiles this morning while we ate breakfast. She hadn’t said a word about what happened last night, and she seemed completely okay with everything. I’d prepared for it to be awkward.
I’d prepared for her to want to talk about it ad nauseam.
I’d prepared for her to be angry or hostile or something.
But nope. She was happy and calm and unaffected.
Un-fucking-affected.
And I was left with a pissed-off dick and two very angry testicles. Even though I’d given them relief, it wasn’t enough.
Not with those eyes looking at me right now. That devious smirk plastered on her face.
“Stop doing what?”
“Bending over the table,” I said, making no effort to hide my irritation. “Wearing sexy dresses. Laughing and smiling and acting relaxed.”
“You need to take it down a notch, Chadwick.”
She smirked, coming closer. “I did not bend over the table. I barely reached for the file. My dress is very basic and comes past my knees and shows zero cleavage. And I’m not laughing or smiling. We’re having normal conversation.”
I groaned. “Whatever. You’re pissing me off.”
She narrowed her gaze, and then her mouth fell open. “Oh. Ohhhhhh. You’re frustrated. You want me, don’t you?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Princess. All men get blue balls.”
“I thought you were going to take a shower last night. I figured you’d, you know, take care of business.” She chuckled. She was enjoying this.
“I did. Twice. But it didn’t work.”
My Silver Lining Excerpt
I bent down, eyeing the path from the ball to the right corner pocket. I rolled my stick through my pointer and middle finger, warming it up.
The large pompous ass standing at the end of the table was distracting me, and I didn’t appreciate it.
“Can you please move out of the way? I’m trying to focus,” I hissed.
“I’m behind the shot. I’m hardly in your way,” he said, knowing he was getting under my skin. “Maybe it’s too much pressure, and someone should stick to making jewelry.”
Oh, no, he didn’t.
Game on, Rafe Chadwick.
I pulled back, determined to sink the shot.
But the stick slipped against my fingers, and I made contact too low with the ball. I put force behind it because I knew it was going to have to move quickly to make it across the table.
My eyes widened as the ball caught air and moved like a bullet, stopping only when it made direct contact with Rafe’s groin.
My ball hit his balls.
He howled and then disappeared as his body hit the floor.
Damn it. This wasn’t good.
The large pompous ass standing at the end of the table was distracting me, and I didn’t appreciate it.
“Can you please move out of the way? I’m trying to focus,” I hissed.
“I’m behind the shot. I’m hardly in your way,” he said, knowing he was getting under my skin. “Maybe it’s too much pressure, and someone should stick to making jewelry.”
Oh, no, he didn’t.
Game on, Rafe Chadwick.
I pulled back, determined to sink the shot.
But the stick slipped against my fingers, and I made contact too low with the ball. I put force behind it because I knew it was going to have to move quickly to make it across the table.
My eyes widened as the ball caught air and moved like a bullet, stopping only when it made direct contact with Rafe’s groin.
My ball hit his balls.
He howled and then disappeared as his body hit the floor.
Damn it. This wasn’t good.
Over the Moon Excerpt
She glanced out at the river. I’ve gotten to know this woman over the last five weeks, and I knew exactly what she was thinking.
“You want to jump in?”
“We don’t have time to go for a swim before today’s workout. It’s a long one,” she said.
I tore my tee over my head and dropped my shorts, before kicking off my running shoes and socks.
She just stood there, gaping at me.
“You want to take a picture?” I teased. “It’ll last longer.”
She blinked a few times before putting her hands on her hips and tipping her chin up. “I was processing. I thought we were heading inside to the gym.”
“I think we should take a quick dip and cool off before we start our workout. And that didn’t look like processing, Weeze. That looked like fantasizing to me.” I laughed because her cheeks flushed pink, and it was cute as hell.
“In your dreams, Hotshot. I’ve seen a million chiseled abs.” She reached for the hem of her tank and tossed it on the ground before kicking off her running shoes.
“So my abs aren’t anything special, huh?” I asked as she stormed past me, heading for the water.
“Nothing I haven’t seen many times before,” she called out over her shoulder, her long ponytail swooshing back and forth. Her running shorts hugged her perfectly peach-shaped ass, and my mouth watered at the sight.
She dove off the deck, and I followed her as I cannonballed into the water.
“Damn you, Clark Chadwick!” she shouted, as she bounced around from the waves I made. “Can’t you just jump in like a normal person?”
I swam toward her, pushing the hair out of my face. “I’ve never been normal.”
“That’s the first thing you’ve said that I agree with this morning,” she chuckled.
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“You want to jump in?”
“We don’t have time to go for a swim before today’s workout. It’s a long one,” she said.
I tore my tee over my head and dropped my shorts, before kicking off my running shoes and socks.
She just stood there, gaping at me.
“You want to take a picture?” I teased. “It’ll last longer.”
She blinked a few times before putting her hands on her hips and tipping her chin up. “I was processing. I thought we were heading inside to the gym.”
“I think we should take a quick dip and cool off before we start our workout. And that didn’t look like processing, Weeze. That looked like fantasizing to me.” I laughed because her cheeks flushed pink, and it was cute as hell.
“In your dreams, Hotshot. I’ve seen a million chiseled abs.” She reached for the hem of her tank and tossed it on the ground before kicking off her running shoes.
“So my abs aren’t anything special, huh?” I asked as she stormed past me, heading for the water.
“Nothing I haven’t seen many times before,” she called out over her shoulder, her long ponytail swooshing back and forth. Her running shorts hugged her perfectly peach-shaped ass, and my mouth watered at the sight.
She dove off the deck, and I followed her as I cannonballed into the water.
“Damn you, Clark Chadwick!” she shouted, as she bounced around from the waves I made. “Can’t you just jump in like a normal person?”
I swam toward her, pushing the hair out of my face. “I’ve never been normal.”
“That’s the first thing you’ve said that I agree with this morning,” she chuckled.
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