Seven Days of CHASING SIN – Day One
With just one week to go before the release of Chasing Sin I thought it would be nice to offer up daily snippets leading up to release day on the 27th. I’m sure you won’t mind, will ya? 
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Snyder’s grip tightened. She had to understand this wasn’t just some ruse to lighten the mood. “No, Kate. Tripp and I are serious. We want you between us and not just during a chase.”
“We’ve watched you take risks for years,” Tripp added. “Now we’re stepping in and asking you to stop because—”
“What? You two feel some kind of need to fuck me? Seriously, where is the camera?” She smiled and shook her head in disbelief.
Snyder frowned. The stress of the day had obviously taken its toll. “No cameras. No joke.” To show her they meant business, he nudged closer to her body, not stopping until he’d backed her against his truck.
He caged her in with his arms, feeling the indentions the hailstones marked in the body of the truck. Right now, he was unconcerned for the bodywork the vehicle would need and more concerned about the sensuous curves of the body pressed against his.
“Naked. Between us. Right now.”
Her grin faltered and she appeared genuinely surprised. “Never would have taken you two for exhibitionists.”
Tripp clicked his tongue. “A smartass comment? Sounds as if it may be too much for someone and she’d rather make a mockery of what we want.”
Her gaze cut to him. “Don’t think I can handle you both?”
Snyder heard the catch in her breath as she spoke and noticed the glimmer in her eyes. They had her hook, line and sinker.
Time to reel her in.
“Prove it.”
Her eyebrow lifted. “Is that a dare?”
The teasing smile she gave made it hard for him to think of anything other than kissing those luscious lips just inches away from his mouth. He reached down to lift her leg, caressing her knee as he wrapped the long, slim length of her limb around his waist. Tripp moved closer and Snyder watched her eyes glaze over as Tripp’s hand skimmed over her hip and slid down to cup her buttock.
A second later, Snyder hissed softly as the tips of Tripp’s fingers grazed over the zipper of his jeans. He pushed his hips forward in response, pressing Tripp’s fingers hard against her. He grinned as Kate’s head fell back against the truck’s window and she let loose a soft moan. His lips cruised over her neck, scenting lavender soap under the layers of fresh dirt clinging to her skin.
“Not a dare. A promise.”
