Shaking her head, Kassie couldn’t believe that was his only intention. He certainly was going to elaborate means to gain her attention. “Listen, just so you know…I respect myself and my mother too much to have sex before marriage. I also must set an example for those four little girls you just met. Now, do you have a meeting you are running late for?”
While her words did stun him, they didn’t repel him as she so obviously expected. A relationship without sex? Was that even possible? But looking at Kassie standing there, challenging him with her eyes, the declaration was not a deal breaker for him. If anything he was intrigued and respected her all the more.
“I will admit that I have never had such a frank conversation with a woman. But I do like knowing where we stand.”..Read More
She was out of it, ready to be tucked into bed and spoiled. Our night was far from over, though. Straightening my legs, I pulled a condom from my pocket and pushed it into her hands as her hooded eyes lifted to mine. “Put it on.”
With shaking hands, she reached for my belt. Fumbling at first, she managed to unbuckle it and open my jeans enough to shove them and my boxers down my legs. When my cock sprang free, her fingers closed around me, moving up and down slowly, taunting me. When they traced over the tip teasingly, I bit back a groan.
She slid her body down my legs further, holding my eyes as she dropped her head and pulled me into her warm mouth…Read More
“So, are you . . . interested in anyone now?” Evan leaned forward, his voice low and husky.
“Actually, yes I am.” Oh God, I was really doing this! “He’s a friend of mine, so it’s a little weird . . . but he’s sweet and sexy . . . and it annoys me that I never noticed how amazing he was. I think he might be interested, too—but like I said, my instincts are shit so who knows.” I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee, pretending to focus my attention on my computer screen.
I had never been so forward with a man in my entire life. How could I play this off that I was talking about someone else if I read him wrong?
“Maybe not.” Evan scooted his chair closer to the table and slammed my laptop shut….Read More
He looked so incredibly handsome in the morning light. The stuff of dreams and fantasies.Georgia bit back a sigh of feminine appreciation. But she had always been a practical girl. And dream lovers fade away in the morning light. Handsome men don’t fall forever in love with girls like her. And psycho killers lurk in the shadows.
“Forget the damn note, Peaches. I want you to tell me to my face why you don’t believe there’s a future for us. You wanted me as badly as I wanted you last night, and I know that was pretty fucking bad. When we made love, I know it was as satisfying for you as it was for me. I was inside you, remember?”…Read More
“Are you hungry?” I asked, standing to move in front of him. I was just barely above eye level with him when I reached up to feel his forehead. He was still a little warm, but his fever was almost completely gone.
Instead of answering me, he lifted his hands to put them on my waist, pulling in a deep breath. His eyes closed and I couldn’t resist combing my fingers through his hair. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until he softly groaned.
His breath was minty and I closed my mouth, hoping mine didn’t smell awful.
“That feels good,” he mumbled.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” I said, a little breathlessly….Read More
It was raining. Isn’t that the way all great love stories start? And also usually end? The midnight air was cool against my skin as I stared off that bridge. My blond wig was secured in place by a headband, and chunky sunglasses covered my whiskey-colored eyes. I didn’t look like myself any more than I felt it. Bruises from the night before painted my legs while fresh scabs covered my knees, but it was the hollowness in my chest that hurt the most.
Yep. Still me.
Which was exactly why I was standing on that bridge, wishing for the mental fortitude to hurl myself off.
A man’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “You finally gonna do it tonight?”….Read More
A slut born out of masculine persuasion. That’s what I thought about while I sat in the dark, a jail-cell the size of my bathroom. The noise just down the hall, stirred my roommate, a young girl covered in tattoos. She moaned in her sleep and rolled over, sleeping off a drunken night. Indecent exposure, and disorderly conduct. I wanted that charge. My lungs filled with an unfamiliar odor as I contemplated the mess I had gotten myself into. I shouldn’t have gotten close to him. The man whose so-called success, confidence, and sex appeal turned me inside out. I did. I got close, I lost control and I stumbled—straight into the pits of hell. I was on my way to prison, and I was thinking about how I’d fallen in love with my husband, if he was my husband.
Now what?…Read More
My brown eyed girl sat on our blankets with her arms wrapped around her knees, hiding her face. The tiny frame that I adored so much shook uncontrollably, only heightening the deepest sobbing that escalated with each passing second. It was such an intimate moment, not to be shared with anyone, especially me. Alex didn’t cry. I watched her bawl for the first time in my life. I had never seen anyone cry like that before, and it shook me to my core, slicing me whole, and making me feel like I was dying. Carving a memory that I would take to my grave.
There was no going back…
No erasing….Read More
“Do you have company?” She asked, snapping her eyes back to his. She felt stupid asking that. He never took girls back to his own dorm.
Yet here you are. Shut up!
“No.” He replied, narrowing his eyes as though wondering what she was doing there.
“Have you had any company today?”
The last thing she wanted to know was if he’d been with somebody else that day. Not that it mattered to him, but she didn’t like the idea of being another notch for the day.
If he said yes, she would turn round and walk away. She had to for her own sanity and self respect….Read More
I must have dozed off, because my eyes popped open at sounds and smells coming from the kitchen. I turned to find Nathan at the stove, his back to me. I stared at his broad shoulders and examined how his back muscles pressed tightly inside his white T-shirt and his half-sleeve tattoo showed on his left arm. For a moment, an image flashed in my mind of me grasping that shirt in my eager fists and pulling it over his head. I sighed, closed my eyes, and then took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of bacon. Yes, better to focus on food.
When I opened my eyes, he turned toward the sink, grabbing my gaze with his. “Hey, gorgeous. You hungry?” he asked with an innocent grin….Read More
When it is time to leave we decide to share a ride together, the four of us pile into my limousine, we drop Hannah off at her house first of all, and then drop off Jack at the hotel and Matt and I get dropped off at my house.
“Nice place.” Matt says when we get inside. He’s right, it is a nice house, a little big considering I live here alone — well, that’s when Debbie isn’t here, so it’s just really me and the security men who sit outside at the gatehouse.
“Thanks — my dad built it for me.” I smile. “Would you like a drink? I have champagne and beer?” I offer
“No thanks, I’m not thirsty, I’m hungry.”
“I could make us a pizza—“
Before I know it his lips are on mine devouring me, the kiss is deep and passionate, but soon escalates as we are both desperate with hunger….Read More
“She’s coming on tour with me,” Tate stated, eyeing Carter and Shane.
“Anyone have a problem with that?”
“Me,” I spoke up. “I never agreed.”
“Shane was just throwing a hissy fit,” Carter dismissed. “It’s not the first time. Don’t take anything he said personally.”
I gasped mockingly. “You mean Tate Watkins has fucked other women? My God, all this time I thought I was special. I was his only strawberry girl.”
“Excuse us,” said Tate, grasping my arm and dragging me to the back of the bus. It wasn’t a far walk, and the thin veneer door of the bedroom provided little privacy. I went on the defensive and crossed my arms over my chest.
“I don’t think I’d like you to call me that anymore.”
“I’ve never called anyone that but you.”
“Yeah, well, between Carter and Shane, the sentiment has soured.” Rubbing the back of my neck, I tried to ease the tension nagging me. “You know I don’t give a shit about your past.”…Read More
“It’s about time you got off the phone, Chatty!” I say, thinking it’s Josh finally back with our change. I start to turn around to face him but I freeze when he replies.
“Who are you calling Chatty, Sweet Cheeks?”
It’s not Josh’s voice and he definitely would NOT call me Sweet Cheeks.
That deep, melodic voice is unmistakable. It vibrates through me, deep into my bones and makes me quiver and quake in ways I never knew were possible. Patrick never made me feel that way. But why won’t Coen leave me alone?..Read More
I wish I had a bat so I could smash the damn alarm clock. I roll to my side and silence the sound from hell. My body is still running on Eastern Standard Time and if I’m honest, I don’t feel rested at all.
I look around me in amusement. There’s a messy pile of winter gear next to me. I recall wearing my coat and gloves when I drifted off to sleep. This was not due to the cold, but to exhaustion. Somehow in my fatigued state, I managed to take them off. This time difference is going to take some getting used to.
I wiggle out of my leggings, and throw on my black oversized t-shirt. Crawling back into bed, my hands caress the Sherpa comforter. Grinning, I snuggle back underneath it. It feels so soft against my bare legs and arms. Let’s just say it feels like complete heaven. In matter of seconds, I drift off to sleep….Read More
I shake my head smiling and look at the other missed calls. Saul, Eric and work. I groan. Work first, I guess. Finding my agent Sharon’s number, it’s answered on the second ring, unfortunately by her assistant Carlie.
Carlie doesn’t like me. Carlie, actually, hates me. I think she’d be happy if I were to be attacked and eaten by rabid seagulls.
Carlie had a thing for Dane.
Dane didn’t have a thing for Carlie.
Then Dane had a thing with me…hence why Carlie doesn’t like me….Read More
“Shit, woman, you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs against my lips.
I silence him with kiss as I bite his bottom lip. He groans, pushing his erection harder against me. I watch with lust-driven eyes as he sweeps the documents from his desk to the floor and then sets me on the cold cherry wood desk. My nipples tighten against my shirt as he fumbles for the zipper of my skirt, my heart pounding wildly as Nicholas unzips it.
Something inside me ignites. There’s no turning back now. I want him. I’ve never wanted anyone this much…Read More
Placing my fishing pole into the holder I lean back to relax in my chair next to Mea.
“I wish I could live at sea,” she sighs.
“Yeah, I agree. It’s peaceful out here.” I close my eyes.
“Molly, I swear if you don’t stop bumping me I am going to push you over the side of this damn boat. Now, I told you I will set yours up in a second!” Morgan yells.
“If you had just done mine first I wouldn’t have to stand here waiting,” Molly huffs.
“Well, it would be peaceful it they weren’t here,” I mumble….Read More
His lips caress mine and the water runs down his back, blocking it from warming me. He pushes one hand into the back of my hair and gently tilts my head, granting him better access. My mouth opens, inviting him in. His other hand trails around my waist and pulls me flush with him. He releases me to turn and leans on the tile. Even though the warm water now flows down my body, I shiver from his touch.
“I was scared, Charlotte.”
I take the two steps to reach him. Grabbing his head, I pull him down so we’re eye level. “Never again, okay? I won’t scare you ever again like that,” I plead. I don’t want him to give up on me….Read More
I retrieved cash out of my purse and felt his eyes on me. Looking at his expression, I could tell he was amused that I was going to pay. “You’re driving me home and just gave me forty thousand dollars I didn’t have yesterday, the least I can do is treat you for a junk food dinner,” I insisted.
I had expected him to be stubborn, but instead he accepted my twenty, giving it to the teenage girl who could only stare dumbly.
Yeah I know how it feels honey, he is way out of both of our leagues.
As he handed me my change, I felt his hand on mine and thought it unfair that I be so affected while he was going through the normal motions.
“So, do you want to eat in the parking lot, go back to your place, or we can go to my hotel room?”…Read More
Liam shifted again, the arm wrapped around her waist moving back until his hand rested on her hip. Such an innocent place to touch, yet, the feel of his warm hand there sent a fire through her veins. She wanted more. Wanted it so badly she was sure he could feel it whenever he looked at her.
But she was afraid of the consequences.
If she invested any more of her heart into the man, she wouldn’t make it when the time came to leave. And she would leave. There were too many things to resolve back home before she could move on without the need to look back. Her parents at least needed that from her.
“Are ye awake?” Liam mumbled sleepily.
She kept her eyes shut and refused to accept that her sanctuary was about to move away from her.
She felt Liam’s breath on her neck and his fingers at her hip contracted. Her pulse quickened and this time she couldn’t force her eyes to stay shut….Read More
As I reminisced about the memories, which caused anger to simmer within me, I suddenly felt the gentle vibe of my mobile in my pocket. Quickly, I glanced at the gadget under the table to sneak a look at the incoming caller. A local number lights up the screen and I grip the mobile so hard, I nearly crack it. A name does not pop up, but even after all these years, I recognize that number. Travis Pryor. Why the fuck is he ringing me?
My teeth clench as I let the call go to voicemail. My knuckles tighten when I hear the single vibration indicating that I have a waiting voice message. Fuck him. I assume he is drunk dialing as he did several times, attempting to apologize when we first fell out of being friends.
Perhaps it was the champagne on an empty stomach, but the waiting voice message was eating at me. I considered deleting the message without listening to it. After thirty minutes, I felt my self-control wane….Read More
forgot me, he actually forgot me. I am standing here looking out at the crowd of people waiting for their loved ones and I don’t see Camaron anywhere. Ugh, seriously, you would think that after not seeing your best friend for the last two years, you would make sure to pick her up at the airport. I grab my phone and send a quick text, he probably is just parking.
Me: Hey Camaron where are you?
I don’t get a response back and take my bags and head outside. I look around and see tons of cars and people, but no Camaron….Read More