Rock My Boat by Afton Locke
Rhonda gasped when a strong, male hand closed around her bare upper arm.
“Come with me, ma’am.” His voice, stern and hard as concrete, scraped across her already frazzled mood.
Where had he come from? Even though she was taller than average herself, she had to look up. The uniformed white man had an unyielding, ruddy face covered with black stubble. Weren’t the ship’s employees supposed to be well groomed?
She straightened her spine and spoke in her I’m-queen-of-the-boardroom voice. “Did I do something wrong, officer?”
Arched, black brows scowled over eyes just as dark. “I’ll ask the questions here.”
If she had fur, it would have bristled. Wearing a uniform was not a license to treat others like dirt. Maybe she needed to heed her own advice about playing nice.
Rhonda clamped her mouth shut. What else could she do with a brute literally dragging her down the hallway by the arm? He led her to a metal door, which he unlocked. Once they were inside with the door closed, she blinked at the bright fluorescent lights and bare white walls. No one else was around. This couldn’t be good.
She perched her hands on her hips. “I demand an explanation for being dragged around like a sack of potatoes.”
“As I said, I’ll ask the questions.”
He circled her as if he were a predator scoping out a tasty meal. His cap threw a shadow over his face, and each click of his hard shoes on the floor raised another patch of goose bumps on her flesh. Could the cruise from hell get any worse?
She couldn’t help noticing how his muscled chest filled out his short-sleeved white shirt and tapered to a sturdy waist. Her gaze followed that to a muscular butt and long, powerful legs.
“Get up against the wall.”
“I already went through the security screening.” Nevertheless, she did as he asked. “Frankly, your customer service leaves a lot to be desired.”
“Let me see your ship card.”
She yanked it out of her shorts pocket and handed it to him. He returned it and planted a broad hand in the middle of her back, as if to keep her pinned against the wall. To her dismay, the warmth from his touch circulated through her body, settling low in her belly.
“Ms. Simms, you’ve been selected for a private safety briefing.”
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Silver Tongued Devils by Dawn Montgomery
“So you’re the reason our ship has been land-locked.” His smile widened and she noticed the distinct gleam of fangs.
Raesa jerked her body to a position which made breathing much easier. The hybrid was built like a cyborg war machine, all bulk and heavy as hell.
“It’s an illegal search. You can stun them, drop them outside the ship, and then get the hell out of here.”
“Run from Imperials? Who do you think we are?”
She realized the sound of fighting grew louder. They were running out of time. “You’re Brom Raine. Second in command to Anderson Na’varr of the Crimson Star.”
“You forgot hybrid.” The statement ended with a feline growl and he nuzzled her throat. “I’m part animal.” His teeth nipped lightly at her skin.
Raesa’s pulse leapt, and not from fear. “What are you doing?”
“Deciding if I’m going to keep you.”
Other parts of her body were definitely up to that challenge. “I’m housebroken.” She didn’t stop the smirk from twitching her lips.
“Can you cook as well?” His tongue swiped at her pulse point. It was rough and delicious against her too-hot skin.
“No, but I can hack my way off this planet and into free space. Word has it you’re in need of a reputable information specialist.”
Brom pushed himself up on his forearms and stared down at Raesa. The golden gleam of his eyes narrowed to slits while he considered her offer.
“No one can be that good.”
She grinned. “I’m the best, baby. That’s why I’m here.”
A loud rumble erupted from his chest. Was he purring or growling? Her eyes widened and the reverberation filtered through his clothes to the scrap of cloth she wore. His teeth pressed against her throat for a split second and she stopped breathing.
Was he going to bite her?
Before he pulled away, he licked her. “Did you plan on getting caught by me, kitten?”
Raesa’s cheeks burned hot. “Not exactly.”
“Ending up under me wasn’t on your agenda?” He gently nudged her thighs further apart.
Raesa put her palm against his chest. She needed to get away. “You were ridiculously fast.”
“So were you. It’s been a long time since I was taken by surprise. Maybe I should keep you, after all.” He took her hand and pressed it down above her head.
This wasn’t what she’d planned at all.
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Fight For Love by Delaney Diamond
She assumed the position, her fingers splayed out on top of the cool, wooden tabletop. She stood frozen, except for the trembling of her inner thighs, awaiting his next move.
His long fingers swept her thick hair aside to hang over her shoulder so he could drop tender kisses along her neck and the sensitive skin behind her ear. She closed her eyes to savor each connection of his lips to her flesh.
Before she could process his actions, his hands climbed up the back of her bare thighs. Heady desire engulfed her, weakening her resistance.
“You won’t be needing this,” he said.
Not a second later, she heard the sound of tearing material and felt his hands on her naked hips. He’d torn off her panties! The fragile silk proved no match for the strength of his powerful hands.
“Rafe,” she breathed.
Her senses reeled with an indecent swell of anticipation as her mind registered he was on his knees behind her. The folds of her skirt were bunched in his meaty fist while his mouth—his wicked, thorough mouth—pressed reverential kisses along the base of her spine. Lips parted, back arched, she squeezed her eyes tight as he showered kisses down the curve of her backside.
With one hand, he nudged her legs wider. A low whimper escaped her throat. Her body pulsed, wanting what was on offer, consumed with need. And then…contact.
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Crazy by Eve Langlais
It didn’t even occur to Ella to push him away. The soothing relief his touch brought from the voices not to mention the heat that infused her body made her lean into him. “Actually, so long as I’m fairly near to you they shut up.”
“Then we’ll have to ensure you stay close to my side,” he murmured in a low voice. “Very close.” His hands dropped to her bottom, and drew her closer, pressing her against his lower body.
Her eyes widened as she felt the hardness of him, unmistakable and flattering. He desires me! Up until now she’d wondered. Hoped.
Tilting her head back, she glanced at him to see if she could read his mood and make sure she wasn’t mistaken. Hooded eyes peered down at her. Zane raised his hand and with one finger, stroked her lips, tracing them, teasing them. Light headed and mesmerized by his touch, Ella’s lips parted. As if this were a signal he’d waited for, his head dipped down. Closing her eyes, she waited for her first kiss.
And oh, the fire it ignited.
Gently he brushed her mouth, sliding his lips across hers, a cautious exploration. Ella, inexperienced but curious, and desiring for the first time in her life, tentatively pressed back. His arms tightened around her and he deepened the kiss, his lips tugging and tasting hers. The flick of his tongue made her gasp and he used that to his advantage, slipping his tongue into her mouth to twine with hers. Ella’s knees buckled, but he held her up, crushing her against his hard body, igniting a fire between her legs.
Ella vaguely understood what was happening. She’d seen patients coupling with each other in the wards. Heard and seen the orderlies indulge, she’d just never participated herself. She’d never wanted to. Never, until Zane.
A sharp canine nicked her lower lip and the metallic tang of her blood hit her tongue, a flavor that seemed to enflame Zane because he moved them backwards in the direction of the bed even as his hands tugged at her flimsy gown, sliding it up over her hips to bare her buttocks.
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Sex with an Ex by Eve Vaughn
Riley drained the remaining contents of her glass and decided she’d done her duty. She doubted she could last another minute at this party without getting too melancholy. As she weaved through the partygoers in pursuit of her coat, the arrival of two new guests at the front door caught her attention. Riley nearly stumbled when she saw who it was.
Her heart squeezed in her chest, her throat closed up and she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, hear or see anything except him. Ethan Boudreaux. She hadn’t seen him in years, but he was every bit as devastating as she remembered. He might not have been the tallest man at the party, standing six-feet-one, but his presence was larger than life. His tailored suit skimmed his broad shouldered, loose-limbed frame, so perfectly, Riley bit back a sigh. From memory, she knew beneath the expensive threads was a toned, rock-hard body of corded muscles. In another lifetime he would have been a warrior on the on a battlefield rather than the successful trial lawyer he was.
Ethan couldn’t be called handsome in the conventional sense. His bone structure was a bit too angular, his nose a little too long and his lips were more generous than necessary. But combined with a pair of hazel bedroom eyes, he had the type of face that garnered second, third and fourth glances. The way he used to look at her with that I’m-going-to-screw-you smile had always brought Riley close to creaming her panties.
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In Her Wildest Dreams by Farrah Rochon
“Sometimes, I feel like a fraud, creating these elaborate romantic escapades for people, when I have zero romance in my own life.”
“That’s by choice,” Gavin charged. With a penetrating look, he added, “You could have someone in your life if you really wanted to.”
“Yeah, right.” She snorted. “My latest attempt at romance cost me fifty bucks—because, yes, we split the check and I covered the entire tip—and a Tuesday night that could have been better spent watching television.”
“You’re not serious when it comes to these guys, Erica. When you’re really ready to find someone, the perfect guy will be there. Right in front of you.”
“Yeah, if only that perfect man existed.”
Gavin huffed out a frustrated breath. “You can’t be this blind, Erica.”
“Forget it.” He went back to vigorously stirring the contents of the bowl.
Erica gestured toward the chocolates. “So, you feel bad enough for me yet?”
“I don’t know,” Gavin said. “You brought this on yourself. I warned you about going out with that guy.”
“But the date’s not even the half of it.”
She nodded. “Termites.”
Gavin’s brow rose in blatant inquiry.
“Château Dumais has a termite infestation,” Erica explained. “They’ve had to completely shut down, and they don’t plan to reopen for another four weeks. Your Wildest Dreams has fourteen Valentine’s Day experiences booked there.”
“Now that sounds like a problem,” Gavin said.
“Breaking the heel on my favorite shoe is a problem. This is a disaster.”
Erica looked longingly at the rows of truffles lined up like little round soldiers on the slab of glossy marble. Some had yet to be dipped in the bowl of velvety chocolate. Others sat drying, the swirls on top an indication of what flavors resided inside. “I could sure use a pick-me-up,” she said.
Gavin’s eyes crinkled at the corners, along with his mouth, as he smirked at her. He walked over to the other end of his work area where the darker chocolates were. He picked out two of them, then walked over to her.
“Open your mouth.”
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Player's Challenge by Koko Brown
He remembered her.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
Speaking of eyes, she centered her gaze on his chest, so as not to be drawn in by that panty-dropping gaze of his. “Nice seeing you again, Devin,” she said, sticking out her hand, her tone and body language staunchly professional.
For several seconds, Gemma thought he was going to leave her hanging. But his hesitation had only been a ploy. When she looked up, his hand engulfed hers and a sizzling jolt shot up her arm, connected with all her nerve endings, especially the hundred or so centered in her groin. To ease the growing ache between her thighs, Gemma crossed her legs at the ankle.
“How you’ve been?” Proud her voice remained steady, Gemma mentally pumped her fist as she slipped her hand from his.
“I’ve been a bad boy.” He even had the temerity to sport a sheepish expression as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers.
“So what’s new?” Feeling a little more in her element, Gemma allowed herself to relax as she followed him down a long hallway lined with black and white action photos of him on the pitch. He was Devin after all. Before all the money, fame and women, he’d been her closest friend.
“Quite a collection you have,” she said, pointing out the dozen or so photos.
He cut his eyes at her, the edges of a smile quirking his lips. Gemma’s belly tumbled. Everything about him oozed with sex appeal.
“A tad,” she teased. Without thinking, she reached out and tweaked his arm like she used to when they were kids. The warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips made Gemma’s body tingle. But it didn’t compare to the way his gaze locked with hers as he fingered his arm. It was the same look he gave her when he was no longer interested in his studies and more interested in finding out the color of her knickers.
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Two Cops, a Girl and a Pair of Handcuffs by Paige Tyler
Hayes gave her a devastating smile. “I bet a math-minded girl like you probably even has a favorite number, don't you?”
The funny thing was, she did. But she didn't think they really wanted to hear why she thought 3.14 was so cool.
“Actually,” she looked up at his from under her lashes, “I've always been partial to the number three.”
“Three, huh?” Hayes’s smile broadened. “And what's so special about the number three?”
Reed had come over to stand behind her. Not close enough that he was touching her, but still sandwiching her between him and his equally armed-and-sexy partner. She took a deep breath. Now or never.
“Well,” she said softly. “There’s just so much more you can do with three than you can do with two, you know?”
Hayes leaned in close. Behind her, she felt Reed's big hand trace across her back.
“Yeah, Cilla.” Hayes’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I think we do.”
His lips were just a few inches away from hers when an insistent beeping came from the kitchen.
He jerked his head up, looking in the direction of the sound. “What the…?”
Cilla couldn't help laughing at the expression on his face. “It's my coffee maker. It beeps when it’s ready.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can go get it, if you want.”
Reed’s arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. “I think the coffee can wait, don't you?”
His voice was rough in her ear, his breath warm. She moaned as she felt his erection against her ass. At least she thought it was his cock. She supposed it might have been another kind of weapon. She wiggled her ass slowly back and forth to check. Oh, yeah. That was all cock back there. A seriously impressive one at that.
“I'm okay with letting the coffee wait,” she murmured.
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Chase and Seduction (Book 1 of the Hot Country Series) by Randi Alexander
“Woman! Don’t make me come after you!”
Reno straightened, showing Chase her profile. “You could never catch me, old man.”
“Old?” He leapt to his feet, and Reno jerked, dropping the flower. “I’ll show you old.” He stalked toward her.
She let out a shriek and bolted in the opposite direction, laughing crazily.
He took a hop then ran hard and fast. He was upon her in seconds. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her off her feet. “There’s no getting away from me, Reno.”
She slapped at his hands. “Let me go, you evil letch.”
He released her only to take one wrist, bend and grasp her opposite knee, and lift her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, her warm skin rubbing against his, kindling a fire in each nerve she touched.
She squealed and laughed. “Chase, you put me down.”
Dominating her this way sent a rush of desire through him, making her weight feel like a feather as he strode back to their blanket. Reaching up, he swatted her behind. “You hush now.”
Her indrawn breath was followed by a soft moan. “And if I don’t hush?”
He spanked her again, harder, and she whimpered, a sound he recognized as pleasure. His woman liked a little discipline. And he’d enjoy giving it. A fresh surge of blood pulsed into his cock as he visualized how he wanted her. On her hands and knees in front of him, her ass high in the air, her slit open and slick for him.
At their blanket, he set her down, and when she turned to scamper off again, he held her wrist. “Uh uh. The only place you’re going is on your knees.”
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Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic by Sam Cheever
“You don’t need to run from this, Yeira,” he told her. “In fact, you can’t run. You’re scared and confused because you want me, beyond thought, past caring.”
Yeira shook her head. “You can’t know…”
His lips found her shoulder—pressed a lingering kiss there—and she shivered under its power. “I know, because I feel exactly the same. I’ve been trying to deny it since first laying eyes on you. But it’s impossible. You and I aren’t just a man and a woman. Our bodies are tuned to each other in an almost magical way. When we’re apart I can barely think of anything else. I haven’t looked at another woman since I met you. My mind has tried to explain to me that you and I are at cross purposes…that we aren’t suited in any way…but my body doesn’t care about reason. It only cares that your skin is impossibly soft.” He ran a hot, lightly calloused hand up her belly, skimming the swollen curve of her breast. “—that your scent turns my brain to mush and stiffens my cock. I know now that I won’t be able to shove you out of my mind until I’ve tasted you…”
Hope flared in her breast. “Do you think that will work? That we can push these feelings aside if we just give in and have sex?”
His lips trailed up the side of her throat and he nibbled her jawline. One hand encompassed her breast and the other slipped downward, to skim beneath the waistband of her battle leather. “What you and I will share won’t be just sex, Yeira. It will be an exorcism…a purging.”
He easily stretched the leather away from her lower belly, sliding his hand past it to cup her sex. Yeira gasped, fire coiling in her belly. She knew he was right. She’d known it for some time.
In that moment it seemed impossible to resist what he was offering. Worse, it seemed utterly stupid.
She turned in his arms and arched into him, her hands lifting to twine through his midnight hair. “Then so be it. Let this be the start of our healing…and the end of our obsession.”
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