Enjoy this excerpt from Tied Down:
Their foreheads touched as they caught their breath. As the world came back, alarm ran through him. “Oh shit, I didn’t use a condom.”
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I’ve only ever used condoms.”
“I’m clean too.”
She nodded. “Good, that’s settled then. Neither of us has to worry or see each other again. Don’t worry about taking me home. I’ll call a cab.”
“Absolutely not, kitten.”
She frowned at the continued endearment. “It’s Kat and yes, I think so.” No way was she going to show this man where she lived. He was too much. Despite him agreeing to no strings, she felt like she was suffocating. Usually she either had a mutual understanding with her one nighters or she snuck out when they were dead asleep. This time, she didn’t have that luxury. Cristoff seemed to be radiating hot male energy like he wanted to fuck her again. She would’ve liked to, but she couldn’t let him ingrain her again. She knew that each time they were intimate increased the likelihood that she would get to know him. The more she would probably like him and want to stick around, but that would just complicate her life.
“I won’t budge in this.”
“I won’t either.”
He sighed, his hand twirling around a tendril of her hair. “Let me at least see you safely home. I’ll walk out of here with you over my shoulder if I have to.”
She gasped, outraged at his guile. He was already trying to complicate her life. “If the high and mighty Cristoff decrees, I shall do as he commands.” She paired her mocking tone with a curtsey.
“Careful, kitten. I can add putting you over my knee on the way home too.”
She said a few words under her breath that had him lifting his eyebrows. Then his phone ringing saved her. Frowning at his screen, he held up one finger then answered with a curt, “Rivera.”
It was her turn to raise her eyebrows. His name was Cristoff Rivera? So weird. That actually sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place why. She shook her head. As soon as he turned his back, pacing away, she slipped through the door as fast as she could. Well, she thought, nice meeting you, Cristoff.
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Victoria finished dressing but took her scarf off to leave on his desk. She didn’t think Dominic would be back for a few more hours, so she took her time dressing. She opened his computer and typed a quick memo. She wrote to the company not to Dominic himself, keeping everything professional and not showing her emotions at all.
She straightened the papers on his desk, not able to help herself. As she headed to the door, she cast a last longing glance at the blue scarf wishing she could keep it, but she couldn’t bear to take it with her since it reminded her so much of Dom. In her relationship with Dom they had used the scarf many times. If she ever left him, she had to let it go as well.
She grabbed her purse and made her way down to the first floor. She ignored the people shuffling around behind her making rude sounds when she interrupted their traffic flow. Her feet no longer obeyed her as she suddenly paused at the revolving door. She stared outside into the sunlight. The rain clouds had fled. In its place was brilliant sunlight warming up the day.
Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them back so they wouldn’t spill in public. It took effort to swallow. You can do this, Vicki. It just has to be this way.
Her phone rang, making her jump. She gulped as she realized it was Dominic. It rang a few more times before she slowly answered.
“Take a step out that door, Ms. Carson, and you’ll regret it.” His voice barely contained his fury.
The hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end as she realized he was watching her on camera. Her shoulders straightened from their stooped posture, her head lifted and she boldly swept her gaze around the room, looking for his secondary eyes. She spotted a few, but she didn’t know exactly which one he was looking at her from, so she glared at each of them. Challenging him.
“Explain what the hell this is on my desk.” He sounded calmer, almost casual.
“I think it’s rather self-explanatory, Mr. Nox.”
His voice turned threatening. “Why do I have a resignation letter on my desk?”
Cassandra enjoys a night of racing out into the countryside breaking a few laws until someone ruins her fun—a hot muscular someone. She takes it in stride loving nothing more than a man in uniform until he asks her to get out of the car.
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His scowl did not move as he opened her door. “Step out of the car, ma’am.”
Obeying him, she got out carefully, making sure her hands were in his line of sight. She shrunk a little to be unthreatening, and bit her lip as she looked up at him.
“Face your car, palms on the hood, feet spread.” He put a firm hand on her back as she turned. “Do you have anything on you that could stick me?”
“No, sir.” She tried to turn but his hand prevented her. “Are you going to—what’s the word—uh, frisk me, officer?”
He finally smiled, but it was more of a predator’s smile than a reassuring one. “Pat you down to make sure you don’t have anything that you shouldn’t.” He turned her back around again.
“Alright, um, just please keep it professional…”
Enjoy this Excerpt from Wickedly Tied
“Why’d you bring me here Raphael?”
He took a large swallow of his own. “I’m not sure. Maybe I did it to look after you.” He eyed her outfit, his eyes traveling up her boots, caressing a sliver of creamy midriff, and then pausing at the cleavage her corset graciously pushed up.
“I don’t need looking after.”
“Yes, you do, topolino.”
She straightened to her full five-foot-two when he called her little mouse. He didn’t give any indication that he noticed her ire. His fingers casually caught a tendril of her hair, smoothing it to her head; he didn’t drop his hand though. Just lazily pet her head. “The guy you were dancing with is a predator.”
“And you’re not?” She shot back. His hand left her head. She almost protested its sudden absence. “Raphael, please just call me a cab.”
“I will after we talk.”
“What is there to talk about?”
One side of his lips lifted in a half smile. “What you saw in the halls. What I allowed you to see as we were passing by. Would you like to see more?”
She gulped. “I’m not into that kind of, er, lifestyle.”
He took the now empty glass from her and set it on the nightstand. “Just let me give you a small taste, Michelle. Just one small taste.”
“I’m a one-partner girl, not into multiple partners.”
His hand tightened in her hair almost painfully. “I would never share you.” He edged her skirt up to her hips slowly as he whispered, “Let me give you a taste of my lifestyle.”