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Exclusive Sneak Peek: The Island

“If I have to be stranded on a deserted island, I’m glad it’s with you,” I told him as I ran my hand through the dark waves of his thick hair.

He seemed genuinely surprised. “Really?”

“Yes,” I said, then did what I was desperate to do. I kissed him.

He took my mouth over, the way he’d done every time we kissed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and found his erection even though the water was ice cold. He pressed it against my throbbing core, making both of us moan.

Everything I’d held back was breaking free. His every featherlight touch on my skin sent electricity zigzagging through me. The water was cold, but I was red hot.

His warm lips left mine and pressed against my neck. I went limp in his arms. “Eli…”

The way his tongue and teeth worshiped my flesh sent my thoughts to another place. A place where he and I might be alone on the island forever. Why not forget about how things were back in New York? He was mine, no other woman was around.

And his cock was pressed against my aching pussy. His mouth moved across my neck as he took the back of my head in his hand and kissed me hard as he ground his cock against me, making my body beg for more.

My breasts were squished against his broad chest, and his other hand moved to grip my ass. I was left quivering, and he patiently waited for me to tell him how far I was willing to go.

Would I let him?

He pulled my hair, making our mouths part. Then ran his tongue down the front of my throat as he made small humping motions at our juncture. “Do you want me, Kendra?”

“Yes,” came out of my mouth before my brain had time to stop it.

He moved his cock to the edge of my folds that were eagerly waiting for it. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

“God, yes,” I moaned as he kept my head pulled back. The way he pulled my hair had me going crazy to see how else he’d handle my body.

Eli wasn’t about to give me any control. I knew it, and I suddenly craved it so badly that I didn’t give a shit what happened afterward. I wanted him!

“I’ll fuck you,” he purred and bit the side of my neck, then my earlobe, making me shudder with desire. “But this means I’ll fuck you anytime I want to. You’ll be mine. Do you understand me, Kendra? You and I will fuck whenever I want you.”

I was shaking with need. I’d be his. His little love slave. A thing I told him I’d never be. But here I was, craving to be his in every way.

“Eli?” I asked as he pulled my hair a little harder.

“Yes, baby?”

“Do you really want me like that? Do you want me to be yours?”

“I do,” he said, then kissed my lips. “Do you want that?”

Our eyes met, and I found his darker than usual. Lust filled them. My mind went silent, and my body took over. “I want to be yours, Eli Reed.”

With a growl that would rival that of a hungry lion, Eli thrust into me, his thick cock stretching me wide. I cried out as painful pleasure coursed through me. “Fuck, you’re tight as hell, baby,” he said between clenched teeth. “Your pussy has been waiting for me.”

I had been waiting for the right man to take my virginity. A piece of myself my father told me was my gift to give the man I loved, and for no one else.

Did I love Eli?

I didn’t know that for sure, but I knew I was ripe for the taking and Eli was the man I wanted to take it.

It wasn’t a lie when I moaned, “I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

He was perfectly still, allowing my body to stretch to fit his long, thick cock. Easing his grip on my hair, he pulled my head up and looked at me as he began to move. My nails dug into his back as the pain shot through me once more. When he thrust into me again, he did it with a force that knocked the air out of my lungs in a good way.

His mouth closed on mine, then he carried me out of the water and placed me on the mossy ground. The wounds hurt, but I didn’t care as he plunged into me. Over and over, he moved inside of me, making things feel like I’d never experienced before.

My hands ran all over his muscled back the way I’d dreamt of. I moved my feet to run up and down the backs of his legs, relishing each movement they made. It was as if his entire body went into making love to me. I had no idea how powerful he’d feel as he took me, making me his.

A sudden intensity began to build inside of me. “Eli…” I moaned as he kept up the fast and hard pace, my body tensing beneath his.

Pulling his head up, he looked at me. “Do it, baby. I want to watch your face when I make you come.”

The way he talked was intoxicating. He was dirty and fierce, and I loved it!

I held his face between my palms as I let myself go entirely. Heat ran through me, followed by a wave of ecstasy, and I had to close my eyes as it took me over and I screamed his name.

“Do it, baby,” he growled. “Give it all to me. I want it all. I want all of you.”

The wave crashed, and I went to a place my fingers could never take me. So many sensations took me over — Eli’s weight on me, his skin moving on mine, his hot breath, and words of encouragement. Even the growls and sounds he made as our bodies slapped together, made me feel more than I knew was possible.

Eli Reed took me to a place I’d never been before. And something vital in my life had changed. I never wanted to go to that place again, unless Eli was the one who took me there.

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NEW RELEASE: SEAL’d Heart!

 

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Can a broken Seal and a girl with a secret get a second chance at love?

Fate is twisted, and karma’s a bitch. Maybe destiny will give us a second chance.

I’ve been best friends with Skye since we were ten years old. She was my life. We did nearly everything together.

Until graduation night. The night I f’cked it all up.

Escaping to the Navy, I found a new home with the SEALs. Then tragedy struck, and I lost it all, again.

Now I find myself face-to-face with the woman I’ve tried so hard to forget. But it seems I’ve made it impossible for her to stop thinking about me. I left a brown-haired, brown-eyed reminder.

Her secret. My son.

A powerful reminder of how love can overcome all. A reminder that I have someone who needs me. Almost as much as I need him. And Skye.

I won’t give up. This time I’ll give it all I’ve got. I’ll protect my new family as fiercely as I protected my country.

I just didn’t realize I needed to protect them from me.

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Another SEAL’d Heart Sneak Peek!

His face was solemn as he gazed up at me. “If I was a good man, I’d walk out the door right now and never look back. I’d leave, and you’d never have to worry about me again.”

My heart pounded, and I was grateful that I was on top of him, holding him down. Not that I could’ve made him stay if he didn’t want to. God, please don’t let him want to go.

Then he grinned, and the old Jake was back as that devilish dimple appeared. “Since I’m not leaving, sounds like you need to make a choice. You can either worry about flames burning out…” he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me until I was sitting on his chest, my mound just inches from his mouth, “or you can come on my face.”

I smiled down at him, at the delectable dimple winking back up at me. I loved that playful Jake was back, if only for a little while. I would play along. Tapping my lip as if I was thinking hard, I murmured, “Decisions, decisions.”

Then he pulled me forward, and his tongue was inside me. All playfulness vanished in that instant. Teeth and tongue explored and tasted as I ground down harder on his face, seeking the first of the releases he promised. And I was close. So very close.

Erotic wasn’t a good enough description of what was happening to me now. When he opened his warm chocolate eyes and watched me watch him, I’d never experienced anything so sensual in my life. His hands reached up, his palms capturing my breasts as his tongue thrust into me, then sucked my labia into his mouth. His teeth grazed my clit, and I ground down harder. He took it, giving back. And when I exploded, he took that too, his fingers pinching my nipples as I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle the scream.

Then I was on my back, and he was between my legs again, two fingers diving inside me as he took my clit between his teeth. His knuckles grazed my walls as he twisted his fingers, finding my G-spot. He thrust hard and fast, his tongue working its magic as he drove me toward yet another edge.

I leaped, again stifling my screams as my legs clamped around his head. But he didn’t stop. I hadn’t stopped falling before he was building me up again. I began to cry deep, heaving sobs of pleasure that were so overwhelming, I couldn’t contain everything I was feeling.

When I exploded again, he climbed up my body, crushing his mouth to mine. “Taste how good you are,” he demanded and I licked his lips, his chin, finding it sexy as hell to do so. “Can you taste how perfect you are?”

The thing was, I felt perfect for the first time in forever. And I didn’t want the feeling to end.

“I fucking want you,” he said against my mouth and caught my lower lip between his teeth. I shuddered as he sucked it into his mouth.

“Then take me,” I begged. “Hard.”

He raised his head until our eyes met. “I will, baby. I will.”

Sliding away, I groaned at the loss of his weight, then yelped as he dragged me by my ankles to the edge of the bed. Standing in front of me, he spread my legs wide, gazing down at my sex until I squirmed.

“Please,” I begged, and his eyes snapped back to me. He pulled me again until my ass hit his thighs before lifting my feet until they were resting on his shoulders.

“Play with your nipples,” he instructed, then growled low in his chest when I licked my finger before circling the puckered flesh.

His eyes seemed to grow darker and he lowered himself to the bed, pressing my legs back, bending me until my knees were resting on my shoulders. His cock nudged my entrance, and I willed him to slip inside me, give me what I needed.

“Watch me fuck you.”

I licked my lips and lowered my gaze to the point where our bodies almost connected. He entered me slowly, and I gasped at the burn of him stretching my already raw flesh. Inch by inch, my body consumed him, until the hardness of his pubic bone pressed against my clit.

When he was balls deep, he shifted until both of my wrists were in his hands. With ease, he pulled them over my head, holding them captive as my legs began to shake from the burden and blessing of his weight.

I was at his mercy.

And heaven help me, I loved it.

I loved how vulnerable I was to him. How much trust I held.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he growled, “and you’re going to come on my cock, understand?”

I nodded, and he withdrew just enough that I moaned at the loss of him. I didn’t have to wait long before he was filling me again with a body shattering thrust.

There was a hard edge to Jake’s hunger for me as he found a rhythm, spearing me over and over with his delicious cock. My breasts rocked on my chest with each violent thrust vibrating through me. My hips ached. My fingers itched to touch him. My mouth needed his kiss.

“Touch you,” I panted, wiggling my fingers, trying to fight my hands from the hard circle of his grasp. He let me go, and my fingers went straight for his hair, his shoulders.

He released my legs, and I groaned, pain radiating through my hips as I wrapped around his waist. His hand curled around my braid again, pulling my head back until our mouths met, our tongues clashing in sync with our bodies.

I cried out, and his mouth captured the sound as my body tightened and I raced toward the cliff. He cursed as my body clamped down on him, but he didn’t stop, didn’t give me time to recover. He pounded, slamming into me over and over, the sound of skin slapping together so erotic.

Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up until my weight was resting on my elbows, and his mouth was on my ass. His tongue washed down my crack, and I gasped, trying to pull away from the unfamiliar sensation. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still while he tongued the hard rim of my anus. It was so different, so wrong but right, and I found myself pushing back harder against his face instead of trying to pull away as my mind screamed for me to do.

Then his tongue was gone, and his weight was on me, his hand settling on the back of my neck, holding me down.

“I’ll fuck your ass someday,” he said, making me shiver, “every part of you will be mine.”

Before I could answer, the weight was gone, and he slammed into me again. My arms buckled, and I collapsed onto my chest, my fingers gripping the bedsheets as I desperately held on.

Again at his total mercy, I surrendered to everything he was doing. Everything I was feeling. So good. Everything was so incredibly good.

Even when a finger slipped into my ass, burning and stretching that virgin territory, I surrendered, my only sound the wail that issued from my throat.

It was insane, all that I felt as he forced me from one climax to another.

His sweat dropped onto my back, rolled down my spine, and I found the strength to push myself up until my back was connected with his front. The angle changed, and his finger slipped out of me, his hands clamping on my hips to raise and lower me at his will.

There was a thunderclap, barely heard above the thunder of our bodies slapping together. Jake didn’t flinch. Didn’t lose the steady rhythm. If anything, he picked up speed, nearly breaking me in two with his urgency.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he flipped us until I was on top, riding him now. Desperate to see his face, I broke away only long enough to turn around before sinking down on him again, wincing as he stretched the sore skin. I wouldn’t be walking right tomorrow, but I didn’t care.

This time, it was my sweat dripping down on him, and I realized I didn’t care about that either. All that mattered was how he looked up at me as I rode him, the curses coming from his mouth as I pushed him closer to his own release.

Our fingers linked and he sat up, changing the angle of penetration again. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as I continued to ride.

My fingers found a scar on his back, reminding me of all he’d been through, and I bent my head to kiss the round scar on his shoulder.

And I rode.

Rode until his tongue plunged into my mouth as he finally found his own release deep inside of me.

As our harsh breaths filled the room, I pressed tight against him. Sweat coated our bodies, sealing us together. I could feel it running down my face and the sides of my torso. Jake’s lips found mine, kissing me softly, then he kissed my nose, my eyes, my hair. Wrapping my arms tighter around him, I pulled him closer to me and nuzzled my face into his neck.

The now-humid air pressed around us, creating our own little haven. I closed my eyes tight and sucked in a deep breath. His familiar scent filled me. When he went to pull away, I held on tighter.

Don’t go, I wanted to say, but I kept my lips firmly pressed together.

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First Look Inside SEAL’d Heart

I tucked some loose hair behind my ear. Jake’s eyes followed, his gaze as real on my skin as fingertips. My fingers shook, and I quickly dropped my hand to my side. I couldn’t stop my eyes, though, from making their way to Jake’s. He stared back at me, pupils dilating as if he was in a trance.

As if a hand was on my back, I leaned toward him. He leaned toward me too.

There was no room inside of me for thoughts. I was nothing but emotions. Pain. Need. Relief. I probably wouldn’t be able to unpack all the feelings, even if I spent the rest of my life trying.

Jake’s lips parted as if in slow motion. “Skye,” he whispered. There was an edge to his voice, making it sound like he was about to chastise me. Maybe chastise himself.

He didn’t have the chance.

Our lips crashed together, and the years melted away as Jake’s hands went to the sides of my head, and his lips swept across mine. Our lips were a perfect fit, locking together as if they’d been designed for each other.

This was it. I remembered this.

It was a feeling of coming home, of finally finding something you didn’t even know you were searching for. I would have cried with relief had I been able to do anything but kiss him. Hold him. The way I’d been longing to do for so many years.

Jake’s arms went lower and wrapped around my back, and I shifted my weight toward him, melting us together. Then I was off my feet and back on the couch, straddling his thighs as our mouths said everything we couldn’t.

Jake changed positions again, lying down until I covered him completely, his hands deep in my hair as our lips and tongues made up for the lost years.

I knew this was stupid.

Deep inside me, a voice screamed for me to stop. To leave. This was dangerous, I knew. But I was never one to walk away from a little danger. At least the old me hadn’t been.

The new me seemed to be getting braver by the second.

My insides burned. My heart swelled. As Jake pushed my shirt up and peeled it over my head, an even deeper surge of desire swept through me. Just the need itself made me groan. Twisting his fingers through my hair, he brought my face back down to his. I tore at his shirt with trembling fingers, crazed with a need to feel his smooth muscles underneath my palm.

What was happening? Was this what I wanted?

The questions were surfacing and resurfacing in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t give them any attention. There was no place for them. There was only room for me and Jake in this moment. We had a score to settle. Amends to make. Forgiveness to deal. Curses and blows to exchange. Love to remember.

Our kiss broke again as I pulled Jake’s shirt off. Taking charge once more, he locked his hands on my hips and flipped us around. With me now on the bottom, he got to work removing my pants in record time, practically ripping them from my body. My underwear slid off and hit the floor, exposing the hot and needy spot between my legs to his gaze.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, and stood to rid himself of his pants. I held back the gasp as I witnessed the scars on his chest and shoulders for the first time. He was still beautiful, the marks giving him a dangerous look that shouldn’t have been sexy, but was. When his cock popped free from his boxers, it drew my attention, and I licked my lips, remembering how he tasted, how he felt on my tongue as if we had last been together only yesterday.

He lowered his head and kissed my knee, my thigh, one hipbone, then the next. He nuzzled his nose in the soft curls on my mound and I heard him inhale, breathing me in.

“I remember this smell,” he murmured, the words vibrating on my sex.

My fingers went into his hair as his tongue washed over me, before his teeth closed over my clit. I pulled at his shoulders. I wanted this, but I wanted him more. I wanted the heat of him filling me, making me his.

Understanding my need, he crawled up my body, his tongue tracing a path to my breast. I cried out as he nipped at one nipple before moving his attention to the other.

“Please,” I begged, my legs wrapping around his thighs.

He kissed my shoulder. My neck. My jaw. My nose. When his lips found mine again, his cock nudged my entrance.

“Shit.” His breath was a hot blast against my face.

I blinked up at him, my body writhing as the very tip of his cock spread my opening. “What?”

“Condoms. I don’t have any condoms.”

I lifted my hips, trying to impale myself on him, not caring about anything else. “Pill. I’m protected.” I’d gone on the pill a year after Jagg was born, hopeful I’d one day need it. Looked like the day had finally come.

His hands grasped the sides of my face, clamping my head between his palms. The tip of his cock slipped through my wet folds, then between them to nudge my clit, sending delicious sensations through me.

“I’m clean, Skye. Look at me. After my last injury, I was tested for everything.” I gazed up into his chocolate eyes. “Do you trust me?”

I’d never trusted anyone more. Or anyone less.

He was giving me an out, I knew it. A last chance to push him away. To hurt him as much as he hurt me. The thing was… I didn’t want to. God help me, I didn’t want to.

We’d made love as kids. I wanted to make love as adults.

I wanted to know if what I remembered about the experience was as powerful now, in reality.

Jake had been my first lover. My only lover.

I’d not let a man get this close to me since.

And he was so very close.

The hard length of him sliding against that bundle of nerves. With a lift of my hips, he would be inside me, filling me. Connecting us by body as much as I knew I was connected to him in my heart.

“Make love to me,” I whispered, knowing I’d have to deal with the aftermath of our lovemaking later. But it was worth it. Anything would be worth it, I knew.

Apparently, he knew it too.

In one strong thrust, he was inside of me, his mouth crashing back down onto mine as our bodies slammed together. I cried out, but he swallowed the sound and all the ones after it.

Our bodies shouldn’t have fit together so perfectly. We shouldn’t have been able to move this way. He was so big, so powerful. He could crush me, tear me in half if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Even as he began to move inside me, stretching and filling me to the edge of pain, I felt his restraint, the sheer magnitude of the power he held back. But I didn’t feel threatened. I felt safe.

“Skye…” he whispered my name against my lips, then said it over and over as his body picked up speed. I wrapped myself around him tighter, watching his face, our eyes connected as we lost ourselves to each other.

Each stroke took me higher, toward a peak I wanted to reach, but not yet. I didn’t want this to be over. I wanted to stay locked in the cocoon of his arms, in the warm bubble of our breaths as we whispered words that meant nothing and everything.

Please.

Yes.

Mine.

At some point, I began to cry and he kissed away the tears I’d fought so hard to keep at bay. Then he was crying too, our bodies rocking together as we connected on a plane that was so much more than physical. All I could do was take it, absorb it, until it all became too much and I exploded beneath him, shattering the carefully built wall I’d held in place.

“Skye…”

My name again. A curse or a prayer, I didn’t know.

With a last stroke, I felt his body spasm even through the white-hot pleasure of my orgasm, and he buried himself deep inside me one last time.

Jake broke our kiss as he gasped for air. His lips still grazed mine, his breath entering my mouth, mine entering his as we calmed, giving each other life.

Pain and pleasure filled my chest as I held onto the man above me as if he was the only thing that could save me from the ocean of emotions trying to pull me under. What happened between us was both so right and so wrong, but it didn’t really matter. I had no power to stop it. Jake and I were being swept away. We were part of a destiny we’d never chosen. At this point, we were just hanging on and trying to survive the ride.

I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek of SEAL’d Heart.

SEAL’d Heart will be available on June 12th. Add it to your Goodreads shelf HERE!

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NEW RELEASE – The Dom vs. The Virgin

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The Dom vs. The Virgin is Rhett’s story from The Beasts of Baseball. It’s the final book of the series and you can read them all together here for one low SALE price for a limited time! Yes, the complete series – all five books are in this one edition!

What happens when an older, experienced Dom butts heads with a sweet strong-willed virgin? Fireworks…

I’m a Dom. She’s a Virgin. But not for long.

Living life as a recluse, I’ve quietly built my wealth under the radar of public attention. Then I followed my dream and created the New York Beasts, a bunch of MLB misfits who just won the f’ing World Series. I’m not under the radar now. In fact, everyone wants a piece of me.

How the hell I allowed myself to be part of a reality show, I’ll never know. But here I am, facing nine single women who see only two things — fresh man meat and big dollar signs.

Except her.

Beautiful, young, innocent Emery Rose didn’t plan on being here either. She’s flown under the radar too. But that won’t stop me from hunting her. Or from her hunting me.

She doesn’t know what she’s in for. Yeah, I might be the Beasts’ Daddy, but the real beast is me.

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In his bathroom, he sat me on the long counter and pushed my hair out of my face. His hands gripped the sides of my head, holding me still as he seemed to take in every inch of me. Then he leaned down and did something so surprisingly gentle, I nearly started crying again. He kissed away a tear, his lips lingering on my cheek even as his hands tightened in my hair.

The brush of his beard caused me to shiver, and I turned my face until my nose nestled into its softness, breathing in his manly scent.

“Emery…” he murmured, kissing my temple, then my ear.

My fingers trailed up his back, feeling each muscle shift as I walked them up his spine. “Hmm?”

“May I kiss you?”

The question was so soft, the blood pounding in my ears so loudly, I could barely make out the words. Vaguely, I wondered why he asked. Why he didn’t just take what I was freely giving him?

“Emery, please answer me. Can I kiss you?”

The daze surrounding me broke, and I pulled back, looking up into his handsome face. The muscle in his jaw popped, and the skin around his eyes looked strained. He looked like a man in agony as he waited for my response.

I could tell how much he wanted this. Wanted me.

My stomach twisted, my core pulsing with a need so unexpected I would have collapsed had I not already been sitting.

My heartbeat counted the seconds that passed as we gazed at each other. Just one kiss. Was that too much to ask? Before I could stop myself, I answered, “Yes.”

A breath of relief exploded from him, and I expected the first meeting of our lips to be an assault. But they weren’t. His hands tightened in my hair, and we connected in the sweetest way possible. His lips were full and warm as they pressed against mine, then his fingers tightened as he turned my head until we fit together more fully.

When he licked the seam of my mouth, I opened for him, welcoming his tongue with my own. I’d kissed Ryan, but this wasn’t just a kiss. It was more like a uniting of two souls that had been lost from each other for too long.

“Where have you been all my life?” he asked against my mouth, and a small part of my numb mind wondered if that was a line he used with all his women.

With Carlie.

I pulled away, the thought dousing the flame building inside me. He’d been with another woman not more than an hour ago. God, where had his lips just been?

“What’s wrong?”

I pushed him back, wincing as his hands stayed tangled in my hair. “I need to go,” I said, pushing again. Since he was expecting it this time, it was like trying to move a concrete wall.

“Why?”

Making a fist, I pounded my hand against his chest, leaving a smear of blood on his t-shirt. “It doesn’t matter why.”

He released my hair and encircled my wrists, holding both of my hands together with just one of his. With the other, he lifted my chin. “Tell me why. I know it isn’t because you’re not attracted to me. And I know it isn’t because I’m not attracted to you either. I am. Very much.”

I tossed his question back at him, yanking against the fist holding me still. “Why?”

His eyes clouded. “I don’t know.”

I yanked harder, fighting him now. “Is that what you said to Carlie just before you fucked her?”

He looked confused, then understanding dawned, and he loosened his hands but didn’t let me go. “I didn’t fuck her. She came to my room uninvited. I sent her away.”

I didn’t know if I believed him. “Why would you do that? Have you seen her?”

He scoffed. “Of course I’ve seen her.” He yanked me off the counter and turned me until I faced the mirror. He towered behind me, and I expected him to look angry as our eyes met in the reflection. I was surprised to see how softly he was gazing at me.

“Then why?”

He stepped closer behind me, his hands moving to my shoulders, his thumbs caressing my skin. “I sent her away because she wasn’t you.”

A part of me believed him. Another part of me was calling it bullshit. Yet another part simply didn’t care. That part just wanted — no, needed it to be true.

That part pissed me off.

“So, if I let you fuck me, will you leave me alone after that? Move on to the next one?” I whirled on him, poking a finger in his chest. “Are you just attracted to me because I didn’t fall at your feet in the gym last night? Are you just chasing the one who got away?”

I lowered my hand and grabbed his crotch, surprising him. Surprising myself. He was hard, and it took everything inside me not to stroke him. Rip his shorts off. Learn firsthand what sex was all about.

“Is this what you want?” I shouted. “You want me to submit to you? Do whatever you want whenever you want it?” I scoffed and squeezed his shaft harder. “You want some empty-headed acceptance to your every wish? Do you want to boss me around? Am I a challenge because I didn’t fall at your feet, begging you to take me, give me a damn orgasm? Blow my mind with your sexual prowess?”

His eyes darkened as he stared down at me. Both of our chests were heaving, our warm breaths mingling between us, his body radiating a heat that was nearly suffocating.

I squeezed his hard length. “Do you want me to drop to my knees? Take your cock in my mouth when you tell me to? Let you come on my tits?”

“Yes.”

The honest answer surprised me so much, all I could do was blink. He took advantage of the silence.

“That’s exactly what I want. And more. I want to tie you to my bed and fuck you until you scream my name. I want to bite your clit and eat you so hard, you come on my face.”

Desire stirred inside me, unwelcome but slithering and twisting through me nonetheless.

“I do want to fuck your mouth, Emery. And your sweet pussy. And your ass. I want you to beg me to let you come until your throat is so raw the words are trapped inside you. And you want to know what I want after that…?”

I couldn’t speak, because if I did, I was afraid I would beg him for everything he’d just said.

He reached between us and squeezed my hand. His cock was like steel beneath my palm. “After that, I want to do it all over again.”

A whimper escaped me, and I forced my lips closed.

His voice grew deep, lower. “Emery, do you know how much I want you?”

I didn’t answer, instead shook my head in the smallest of movements.

He dipped his head, his mouth just a few inches from my ear. “Give me permission to touch you, and I’ll show you exactly how much.”

I found my voice. “Why? Why do you need permission? Aren’t you the kind of man who just takes what you want?”

His nostrils flared. “No,” he barked, his hands moving to my biceps, giving me a little shake, “not when it comes to this.”

I watched his face, saw the pain flicker and disappear in his eyes. I reached up and ran a thumb over his forehead, smoothing out the frown lines that had appeared. Without my hand between us, his erection pushed into my belly, hard and throbbing.

“Rhett…”

His thumbs began to stroke my skin again. “Yes.”

I swallowed, praying the words I needed to say would come. “I’m not ready to let you touch me right now. If you did, I don’t think I could ask you to stop.”

Disappointment flared through him, through me, and he took a step back, honoring my decision. Blowing out a deep breath, he raked all ten fingers through his hair before pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

Trust bloomed inside me, and I took a step in his direction.

“Rhett…”

He dropped his hands, his eyes flickering when he noticed how close I’d come to him. “What do you want, Emery?”

I took a deep, cleansing breath.

“For now,” I said, my voice tentative in spite of myself, “could we start with me just touching you first?”

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Sneak Peek – Part One

The BMW rounded a curve in the road, revealing a field with a dirt road in the middle of it. I pulled the car off the asphalt and onto the rough trail. Riley looked over in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“Punishing you,” I simply said.

The highway was a slow one. A car could come by and a car might not. At this point, I didn’t give a fuck. My cock was screaming with a mix of frustration and desire. Riley had made me want her more than I’d ever wanted any woman in my life. For that, I was going to make her pay. I planned on making her experience the same kind of ecstatic agony she heaped on me every time she touched me.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I climbed out of the car and stomped my way to Riley’s side. She still watched me with those wide eyes, partly turned on and partly afraid, but more than anything else, excited. I whipped her door open, reached across her lap, and unbuckled her.

“Turn to face me. Legs open.”

“What—?”

“Do it.”

She obeyed, turning slowly in her seat to face where I stood next to the open door. I guided her legs so that her feet were braced, one on the ground and one in the car. Her dress fell open, showing off the wet spot on her panties. Seizing one of her knees in each of my hands, I got down onto my own knees in the dirt. My pants would probably be ruined, but screw it.

“What if someone drives by?” Riley timidly asked.

“Then they’ll see just what happens to dirty girls who disobey.”

Her gulp was audible. Seizing the fabric between her legs, I dug my nails into it and ripped the panties in half. Riley yelped in surprise as her underwear came off in shreds.

Pressing my fingertips into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, I thrust my tongue against her wet opening. She squirmed against my touch, but I tightened my grip and held her in place. Soft moans issued from her as I licked her slit up and down. As she got closer to her climax, I increased the pressure of my tongue.

With as much force as I could muster, I sucked and lapped at each part of her delicate pussy. In and out my tongue went, before making its way upward to press against her clit. I fucked Riley with my mouth, making her wiggle and cry out for more.

She burst against me, her slick juices coating my lips.

“Stop,” she gasped. “S-stop.”

Her hands pressed into the tops of my shoulders, urging me to stop touching her. But I didn’t listen. I sucked on her now overly sensitive bud, showing it not one shred of mercy. Riley shuddered out my name, begging me to let her be. Each cry that left her lips only urged me on. I held her legs tight and kept lapping.

Her cries took a turn again and changed from ones of torture to ones of pleasure. Moans rushed from her lungs, and she shook with another orgasm.

Not until her second eruption passed did I lick her clean and finally release her legs. I drew backward, stood, and looked down at her. Her panties were in pieces in the dirt, her dress rumpled, and her hair disheveled as she gazed up at me. Her chest heaved with each exhale, and her long lashes fluttered.

“That’s just a taste,” I told her. “Act petulant again, and you’ll really be paying.”

Riley’s pupils widened, and her lips parted.

“Well?” I prodded. “What do you say?”

Two words left her lips, so soft I could barely hear them. “Yes, sir.”

The excitement that ripped through me was groundbreaking. My dick instantly became hard and my vision blurred.

I didn’t even tell Riley the rules to this game—I never even mentioned them once—and there she was… playing it absolutely fucking perfectly.

Christ. I was in trouble.

Sneak Peek – Part Two

“Let’s go swimming.”

“Okay, let me go get my bathing suit.”

“Don’t bother. Let’s go as we are.”

I could feel my eyes nearly popping out of my head. “In those?” I gestured to his pants.

Xavier dryly laughed. “No.” He started to unbutton his shirt. “In nothing.”

My heart flipped. I glanced around us, just to make sure we were still alone. The nearest cabin sat halfway down the side of the hill. A thick line of trees separated the two buildings, only showing some light glowing through a window.

“Don’t worry,” Xavier assured me. “We’re alone.”

He finished with his shirt and started on his pants. Though I knew exactly what he looked like naked, I couldn’t help but stare as he undressed. Even in the dim light, the definition of his muscles was astounding. I got my own fingers moving and pulled my dress off. Since I’d never replaced the panties Xavier ripped earlier, removing one article of clothing meant I was naked.

Xavier took my hand in his and led me across the worn stones and down to the lake. There was a narrow beach there, with sand that almost felt like it was from the ocean. The wet bits squished between my toes as we waded into the water. Each wave that lapped against my bare skin felt like a kiss from a lover. I could feel my nipples hardening and goosebumps rising on my skin, but it wasn’t from the water temperature. The lake itself was warm.

Xavier kept my hand enclosed in his as we walked deeper into the lake. We stopped after a few more yards, at the spot where the water came halfway up my chest. My eyes had adjusted to the night, allowing me to finally see Xavier’s whole face. His eyes slid down and took in my bare body. From under the water, his free hand tenderly groped at my breasts. I closed my eyes and absorbed the sweet sensation of his touch.

When I opened them, Xavier had moved closer. We were inches away now. I sucked in a breath, unsure of what was to come next, but knowing I’d fully embrace it. What Xavier had done to me on the side of the road earlier was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. He’d blown me up with pleasure, collected all the pieces, and reassembled me all over again.

And the process had made me realize something. I belonged to him. Maybe I didn’t want to. And maybe he didn’t want me to, but there was no use fighting it.

Xavier reached out to me with both hands and cupped my face. His thumb brushed against my lower lip and set off jumps of electricity just below my skin. I lifted my chin and pressed my mouth closer into his touch.

“You,” he softly said. His mouth twitched, like there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t get out. His eyes flicked across mine. I held his gaze, staring back.

If there really was something he wanted to say, but couldn’t, I understood. This whole thing between us had turned into what I was afraid would happen. I’d fallen when I hadn’t meant to. And what came next I didn’t know. Would Xavier play me the way I was afraid he would, leaving me stranded and wishing I’d never met him? Or would he surprise me and turn into the kind of man I couldn’t even begin to hope he was?

“Let’s go inside,” he whispered. “Let’s go inside…”

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Chapter One

Riley

Headlights flickered through the bakery’s rain-splattered front window. Red and white orbs grew and shrank as cars made their way along Perry Street. Even with the front door closed, the sweet smell of freshly fallen rain permeated the bakery.

I hoisted up the last metal chair, flipped it upside down, and deposited it on top of one of the tables. Closing Crumbs wasn’t that bad.

At least that’s what I tried to tell myself.

After a ten-hour shift, my calf muscles begged to differ, but I at least got to be alone while I closed. A full day of ringing up Greenwich Village wives dressed head to toe in Louis Vuitton and college kids stoned out of their minds had the tendency to run you down. Before working at Crumbs, I never would have guessed how important it was for people to get the cupcake with the most icing on it. At least once a day, someone acted like the selection of their afternoon treat was the most crucial decision they’d made all day.

The chairs off the floor, I headed for the broom closet. A sharp rap on the front door made me turn. My roommate peered at me above the closed sign, her hazel eyes wide and her wavy, auburn hair thick from the evening’s humidity.

I unlocked and cracked the door but didn’t let Ann-Marie in. “Our cash has been deposited for the day. Go rob someone else.”

She grinned. “How do you know I’m a burglar and not a rapist?”

I opened the door the rest of the way and motioned for her to enter. “That’s sick.”

She flounced across the floor, her flowy summer skirt billowing behind her. “How long till you’re finished?”

“If you leave now? Twenty. With you distracting me? A few hours, give or take.”

She ignored me and settled onto the plump cushions on the window seat. Ann-Marie and I gave each other shit all the time. She was the only person I could be like that with, but I guessed our shared caustic sense of humor was a testament to our closeness.

“I can help,” she offered.

I quickly shook my head. “No, but thanks. If Dan happened to stop by—”

“Isn’t he out sniffing coke off hookers’ boobs?” she interrupted with a flip of her head.

Folding my arms, I cocked my hip out to the side. “That’s a rumor. One person said that, and she doesn’t work here anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not true,” she singsonged, an auburn eyebrow raised nearly to her hairline.

“I’ve never heard anything about him and hookers. Anyway, I need to hurry up and close, but you can put some music on while I sweep and mop.”

Ann-Marie huffed. “Aren’t you wondering why I’m here?”

Before I could answer, she held up a folded piece of paper. It was thick, off-white material with a ripped, red wax seal at the end. It looked like a wedding invitation and an acceptance letter to Hogwarts had a baby.

“What’s that?”

Ann-Marie grinned in an almost wicked way. “Ever heard of Enigma?”

Heard of it? I think I’d had wet dreams about it. “Yeah.”

“This, my dear, is an invitation to it.”

“No,” I breathed, unable to believe it.

She nodded. “It’s for two, and it’s only good for tonight.”

The floor could wait. I sat down on a cushion and took the invitation in my hands. “How did you get this?”

“You know Bethany from work? Her cousin works for Marc Jacobs, and she’s kind of high on the rung. I’m not sure what she does, but anyway, she got these for Bethany. Thing is… she couldn’t go tonight because her sister is having a baby. So, yay for us!”

I dragged my eyes from the invitation to Ann-Marie’s face. “How do you know Enigma is even real?”

Her forehead wrinkled. “What are you talking about? I have the invitation right here.”

“Yeah, but it could be fake,” I blurted, then cringed at how stupid it sounded. As excited as I was about the possibility of visiting such a place, I was equally as nervous. Maybe more so.

Ann-Marie’s head slowly fell to the side as she studied me. “You don’t want to go?”

My heart hammered, and I twisted my hands in my lap. “Yes… no.” I chomped down on my lip. “I’m pretty tired.”

“Is that the only reason?” she asked in a tone that said she knew it wasn’t. “It’s Friday night, and you seriously don’t want to go to what might be the hottest club in New York?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, biting my lip as anxiety threatened to send me crawling into my shell.

“What don’t you know about, specifically?”

“I’ve heard things about that place. Like, it’s really wild… and kinky.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard everything under the sun about Enigma, including that it doesn’t exist. But it does.” She shook the invitation in front of my face. “We’d be idiots to not go. We’re never going to get another chance, Riley.”

“True,” I conceded, anticipation stomping on the nerves.

She grinned. “Besides, I did some research online.”

“What did you find out?”

“Well, mostly crazy things, like the place is owned by Leonardo DiCaprio and he keeps it as a retreat for the Masons.”

“Leo is good,” I nodded. “I’d go if there was the slightest chance he might be there. But what if the place really is crazy? What if everyone who enters is required to get naked?”

Ann-Marie’s eyes grew wide. “I haven’t heard that one.”

“I have.”

She huffed out a breath. “Nudity being a requirement doesn’t sound likely. Let’s just go. We’ll scope it out. If either one of us feels weird, we’ll leave. No questions asked.”

My heartbeat increased, but now it was from excitement. The rumors about Enigma might have run rampant, but one thing was true — the club was a legend. Though I’d heard about the place, I didn’t actually know anyone who’d been there. Like Ann-Marie said, we’d be crazy to pass up the opportunity.

I stood up. “All right. Let me finish here, and then we’ll go home and get ready.”

Ann-Marie’s hands, one still clutching the invitation, shot into the air above her head. “Yes! That’s my girl!”

I rushed through the cleaning on autopilot, barely seeing what was in front of me. The mysterious club and what might or might not have been going on there was the only thing on my mind.

I didn’t know what to expect when we stepped through Enigma’s doors. But I had a feeling that, no matter what was to come, it would be big.

We caught our first subway train just as we entered the station. Still, we had to transfer, and it took forty-five minutes to get to our Brooklyn apartment. There, Ann-Marie and I rushed through showers and helped each other pick out outfits. I could hardly breathe as I wiggled into my black sequined miniskirt, and I turned to deep breathing to calm my nerves. I told myself that most of the things I’d heard about Enigma were probably false, but that didn’t stop my nerves from skittering to the top of my skin.

The address on the invitation took us back to Manhattan. It was close to midnight as we walked through Alphabet City, but the late hour didn’t mean anything to the crowds milling around us. Most of the clubs were probably only just filling up.

Ann-Marie scanned the passing addresses as I carefully watched for subway grates. Jumping sideways to prevent my high heel from catching in one of the steel traps, Ann-Marie stopped a few feet behind me.

“What’s up?” I asked, backtracking to stand next to her.

She peered at a glossy black door and lifted her hand to trace a bold red stripe. There was also some graffiti on the walls around it, and a faintly flickering lamp, but no sign hinting at where it might lead. “I think this is it.” She checked the invitation again. “Yep. This is it.”

A shiver ran down my spine. Sure, Enigma was “underground,” but I didn’t think its facade would be so… creepy.

“You okay?” Ann-Marie asked.

I swallowed and nodded, but avoided her eyes. I was nervous, but not about to chicken out. “Let’s do this.”

She pulled on the door’s handle, but it didn’t budge. Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door flew open. A bulking man in black, who couldn’t be anything other than a security guard, gazed down at us. His eyes fell to the invitation in Ann-Marie’s hand, and one of his brows slowly rose.

“Invite?” he asked in a low and rumbling voice.

Ann-Marie nearly shook with excitement as she handed our invitation over to him with a flourish. “Here it is.” He checked it, tucked it into the breast pocket of his sports jacket, and stepped aside. Anne-Marie and I entered a dimly lit hall where a second security guard nodded and opened another heavy door.

I braced myself for an assault of music and lights, but there was none of that. Instead, the club was subdued. We stepped through the doorway onto a small platform and paused to take in the room spread out in front of us. A short bar sat to the right. In front of it were about a dozen round tables with cushioned, curved booths. The place wasn’t exactly crowded, but each table was occupied by at least a couple people. On the far wall, an empty stage waited to be used. The place was decorated in red and black, much of the low lighting due to red bulbs. A second tier resting above our heads was even darker, but I could make out tables and a few bodies moving around.

The place was small, no doubt, but whoever designed the club was an expert at working with constrained spaces. There was also a sensual, mysterious quality to the room that gave me a whole new kind of shiver.

Ann-Marie squeezed my hand and grinned at me. I smiled back — seeing the inside of Enigma had immediately put me at ease.

“Oh my God,” Ann-Marie gasped. “Is that Gisele?” I followed her eyeline and found the supermodel sitting at a table only a few yards away. “This place is amazing,” Ann-Marie practically squealed.

A man in a tuxedo approached us and gave a slight bow. “Ladies, welcome to Enigma. I am your host, Fernando. Please let me know if you need anything during your visit.”

I slid my eyes toward Ann-Marie. This whole expedition was her idea, so I was pretty much deferring to her. She grinned wide. “Thank you, Fernando. We’ll just grab some drinks and have a seat.”

“If there is anything I can do to make your time here more enjoyable, it will be my pleasure.” With a half bow, he gracefully went on his way.

I grabbed Ann-Marie’s hand and pulled her down the platform’s few steps. Now that I was in Enigma, I was pulsing with energy. “Let’s get drinks!”

The bartender saw us coming and stepped up to meet us before we were even at the bar. “Good evening. What can I get you, ladies?”

We went with his suggestion of two Old Fashioneds. The whole experience of getting a drink at Enigma was different than at any other club or bar. There was no hoard of people pushing and vying for the bartender’s attention. The guy getting our drinks didn’t stare at us with zombie-like eyes, slam a beer bottle on the bar, then walk away. Instead, the bartender carefully garnished our drinks with perfect orange slices and a cherry each, then served them to us like he was serving the queen of England.

“Cheers.” Anne-Marie held her cocktail up, and I clinked mine against hers. The sharp whiskey filled my nose, and the orange peel hit my lips as I drank.

Fortified with alcohol, I looked around again. Ann-Marie and I settled into two stools at the end of the bar. It was a perfect vantage point, one from which we could see almost everything happening around us.

“See?” Ann-Marie asked. “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

“No. It’s amazing.”

She twisted on her stool to gaze at the stage. “They have shows. Maybe there’s something tonight.”

No sooner had she said the words than the lights came up on the stage. Soft music began, and for the first time, I noticed the upright piano pressed into the corner. At it, a man played the keys like he was making love to them.

A woman dressed in a slinky gown that shimmered like melted gold slipped onto the stage. She fluttered a peacock fan and began to dance. I wasn’t sure just what I was watching, but it was captivating—like a cross between modern dance and burlesque, but also so much more. The woman on the stage moved with a passion that I’d never seen. Like she was full to the brim with this life force, this agonizing sensuality, and not moving wasn’t even an option. She took each step like it was both the most painful thing she’d ever done and the most exquisite.

Sweat from my Old Fashioned collected in my palm, and I went to set my drink on the bar. As I did so, I got that sensation of being watched. My head automatically turned up and to the left as if drawn by some magnetic force. A man stood on the second tier, just above me, his legs pressed against the railing. His face was shadowed, but I knew he looked at me. I could feel his gaze pressing on me like a heavy weight.

The piano played on, the notes filling the club and wrapping all around me. I stared back at the stranger’s dark face, wondering if he could see me watching him. My head spun, and a strange, ballooning feeling filled my chest. It was like I was flying away into space.

The song ended, making me jerk and look down at my lap. My heartbeat filled my throat as the blood rushed through my ears. What was going on with me? I was staring at that man like I was in a trance. It couldn’t have been my drink. I only had two sips.

No, it was Enigma itself. It was something about the whole place. The second I walked through the doors, a spell was cast on me. I could now see why the club had such a reputation.

The small crowd clapped, and I surreptitiously glanced back at the balcony, but the mystery man was gone. My heart immediately sank. In the course of ten seconds, I had grown insanely attached to the dark figure lurking above. My stomach twisted at the thought of never knowing who he was.

I leaned forward until my lips were inches from Ann-Marie’s ear. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

She didn’t look away from the stage, where a second woman had joined the first. “Want me to go with you?”

“No, I’ll be okay. Be back soon.”

I grabbed my clutch and headed for the short hallway the bartender pointed out for us when he served our drinks. The sconces placed along the walls made it lighter than the main floor. I pushed my palm against the door to the ladies’ room and stepped into the powder area. Leaning against the counter, I stared at my reflection. My pupils shrank and grew, and a few beads of sweat glistened on my upper lip.

I looked like I was having a panic attack.

Taking blotting papers out of my clutch, I dabbed the moisture on my skin away. After a reapplication of makeup, I finally looked normal again.

I just didn’t feel it. My heart still hammered, and there was a giddiness flooding my entire system.

I’d gone too long without the touch of a man. That was it. I’d been so busy working two jobs, just trying to pay rent and impress Crumbs’ manager, that I hadn’t even thought of dating in, like… God, I didn’t know how long.

I’d stopped thinking about it. That was the real answer. It had been a little over a year since I last saw Jesse. Our surprise break up kind of killed my desire to ever interact with another man again, much less share a meal with one.

But I couldn’t think about that anymore. Snatching up my mascara and lipstick, I dropped them into my clutch. This night was about having fun, not about dwelling on the past.

I exited the bathroom, took two steps, and stopped short. A man walked down the hallway, his broad shoulders seeming to tower halfway toward the ceiling. My heart flipped and then stopped beating altogether.

It was the air around the man. It crackled like lightning, causing me to freeze in shock.

It was him. The man from the balcony.

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