Turn Me On - includes The Sexy Suit & Try Me (Winner Takes All, #2)

by Lauren Blakely

Deals can take a timeout for a few more minutes. My dick’s at bat.

As you can see, your honor, in the matter of Maddox LeGrande’s integrity versus Zane Archer’s determination to get me in bed, well, I’d like to plead temporarily too turned on to think straight.

“Since you asked nicely,” I rasp out, then I dip my mouth to his throat and press a hot kiss there. He trembles. I lick his neck, tasting him. He gasps roughly, then stretches his neck, letting me indulge. My god, he’s the most sensual man I’ve ever touched. I lift my face, then in a flash, I step between his thighs, kick one foot to the side, then the other, spreading his legs. Kick, kick, spread. His pupils dilate. “Do it,” he breathes out, urging me on. “Do anything.”

The look in his eyes says he’ll be taking me apart in my bed. But the words that come out of his mouth are, “Doing everything I can to resist kissing the fuck out of you again.”

Just like that, my mind scampers out of the kiddie park and marches straight into Adult Naughty Land.

Holy shit. That was fuck hot. This man’s brain might be as big as his dick, and I am here for both of those.

“You stayed with me.” He’s still sleepy, his voice gravelly and all sexy…and I am so fucked.

He presses with the tips of his fingers. Hard. Yes, fucking yes. “You driving into me,” I offer. I won’t stop this scene we’re imagining. I want it too badly. “Me, taking you apart,” he murmurs. The feel of his hands, the sound of his breath, the weight of his want—it’s a drug, and I’m lost in the high. “Please,” I say, begging him. I’m ready to say come home with me.

“Fucking love that your dick’s bigger than mine,” he says as he gives his a few tugs. “Yeah? Why?” “Love that you’ve got the monster cock, and you want me to fuck you,” he says.

And all I’m thinking is…I could have been your man.

I still love it all. Truly, I do. Talking to clients, bringing them deals, engineering their futures, then nailing down a killer contract—that’s my happy place. But I go home alone, and I don’t feel so happy then.