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I have a legacy to fulfill. She has memories to hold on to. Who will win this clash of wills?

As newly minted CEO of the Pennington’s enterprise, I’m thrust into the big shoes my late father left for his only son. My first task: Convince a certain stubborn metaphysical shop owner to sell the last piece of property needed to build our new superstore.

But she isn’t giving in.

I’m prepared to take Gretchen Laughlin down, until I meet her. Then, it all falls apart. Those bewitching mossy eyes, that snappish tongue, and her utter lack of intimidation has me torn and twisted, leading me to make a choice… the legacy or the girl.

I can’t have both. Or can I?

There’s only one way to find out.

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I sighed heavily and took her hands. She closed her eyes, tilted her face to the sky, and breathed in deeply. I just watched her, admiring the way her skin seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, and her expression took on a look of pure peacefulness. Her shoulders rose and fell, and her chest expanded and deflated. My gaze drifted down to the two round, supple mounds easing up and down under the sweater.

“Hey!” In my awe of her beautiful body, I hadn’t noticed her eyes open again. “You’re supposed to be stretching.”

I was honestly confused. “Since when is breathing stretching?”

“We’re stretching our souls, our energy.” I snickered, and she gave me a look that could have made the biggest, strongest guy in the world cower. “I’m serious. Close your eyes, picture something pleasant and calm, and breathe in and out slowly.”

I sighed again, but I obliged her. The sun was so bright that, even with my eyes closed, I could see its golden glow. Its warmth contrasted against the chill in the air, and the feeling of her hands in mine was delightful enough to make it easy for me to find the sense of peacefulness she was talking about. I inhaled slowly, held it for a second, and let it out. I did it again. To my surprise, my muscles were starting to relax, and any stress I’d been carrying with me started to filter from the forefront of my mind to the back.

“Good.” Her voice was low, soft, just like those women who led yoga sessions in new age studios.

The sound of the rippling water reminded me of the soundtrack Gretchen played in her store, and I was brought back to the first time we had been intimate. With the thunder outside, the lightning cracking, we had fallen prey to the stereotypical stranded scenario, but it had been one of the best nights of my life. In fact, I couldn’t imagine a more amazing thing to think about while trying to relax.

“Good,” she said again. “Open your eyes.”

I did as she asked me, and I glanced down. There was a massive bulge in the crotch of my tacky palm tree-patterned swim trunks that I’d picked up at a local gift shop.

“Damn!” I looked back up at her, authentically surprised. “Instead of being relaxed, I’m fucking hard!”

“I know.” She said it like I’d just told her it was a Wednesday, like it was a piece of idle conversation, and didn’t let go of my hands. Her eyes didn’t even drift down. “It’s not uncommon.”

“What, guys popping boners like preteen boys by doing nothing but breathing?” I tried to make light of the situation, but frankly, I was embarrassed.

“Yes.” She didn’t seem embarrassed in the slightest. “Now, we sit.”

Together, we sank down to the floor of the boat. She crossed her legs over each other, propping her feet up onto her thighs, and she gestured with her chin for me to do the same. I tried, but I wasn’t as flexible as she was, and I could only manage to get my feet almost to my knees. “I think that’s as good as it’s going to get, darlin’.”

“This is where we find our center.” She clasped her hands together in a prayer pose and closed her eyes once more. “Meditate. Go deep within yourself. Root your soul.”

The way I was feeling, I would have much preferred to go deep within her. This was all a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me, but any excuse to hide my raging erection was an excuse I was willing to use. I plunked my hands together, mirroring hers, and let my lids fall to hide my vision. Again, I was flooded with the image of her naked body beneath mine on the store floor, and my dick twitched. This wasn’t going in my favor.

After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, she spoke again in that rhythmic tone. “Join hands with mine.” I opened my eyes to find her holding her hands out.

I took them.

She started pulling on me, and my legs started uncrossing of their own accord. I tried to keep them in place, but she shook her head.

“No, like this.” She unwove her legs from each other and stretched one to either side in a wide V. I did as she indicated, and the soles of our feet pressed together. She nodded and began pulling on me again. The muscles in my upper thighs and lower back started to protest as I was tugged forward inch by inch, my chest lowering to the boat floor, but I kept my complaints to myself. If this was what she wanted to do, this was what we were going to do. As I fell forward, she went back, and I watched her chest lifting to the sky and her back arching in a way I had made her do before.

I was so hard now that it hurt.

“Now, pull me.”

I started sitting up, taking her hands with me. Just like I had, she started to bend forward. She was able to bend much closer to the ground than I was, obviously, but it didn’t register with me just what that meant until her face shrouded my crotch. She was so close that her mouth was probably a centimeter from my throbbing arousal. I groaned despite myself.

“Again.” I could barely hear her.

I was inched forward toward her, but this time I didn’t give in to the protest of my muscles. I continued bending down, down, down until my mouth was only inches from her cotton-covered pussy. She jiggled her hands to let me know silently that she wanted me to pull her back, to continue our yoga session, but I was too tempted. Changing positions, I went down until I circled my mouth around the fabric blanketing her groin and exhaled warm breath.

The gasp she emitted was so sharp it took me by surprise, but I loved it. Without her instruction, I released her hands and used mine to push her back slowly until her spine was flat against the boat floor. When she didn’t protest, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her skin-hugging leggings and pulled them down over the meat of her thighs. With the sun cascading onto her now-naked Eden, I was sure I was looking into Heaven’s window.

Damn. The woman was even making me think poetic thoughts.

My tongue flicked out, stroking her folds so delicately that she shivered. Her fingers knitted into my hair, and her legs quivered. I repeated the motion, then changed it up with a couple swirls and circles. She shuddered. This was much better than yoga.

“What if someone sees us?” she whispered.

“It’s a beautiful sight to see.”

I took her clit between my teeth and brought it between my lips, suckling on the flavor of her sweetness. She let out a moan, and her back arched. I pressed the flat of my tongue against the surface, titillating those nerves, thrilling with the way her entire body responded. She was already soaking, her arousal coating my chin, and I could feel beads of pre-cum dribbling down my length. I wasn’t going to last long like this. She was too arousing.

When I slipped a finger inside her to simultaneously stimulate with the movements of my tongue, her moans grew louder. The fingers she had in my hair tugged, and my scalp cried out with delicious pain.

“Cash, oh god, I’m close!”

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one turned on. It had taken all of three minutes to get her to the edge, and I was eager to thrust her over, but I was selfish. I wanted to experience her orgasm for myself. Straightening up, I dug into the pocket of my shorts and fished out a condom. Ripping it open with my teeth, I flung the bottoms from my body and dressed my cock. Her thighs were still open, waiting for me. I drilled my entire length inside her.

That one swift movement was enough to claim her, and her moans turned to shrieks. She writhed beneath me with fingers scrabbling along the floor of the boat and knees clamping around me. I gritted my teeth, driving myself into her over and over. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder.

“Yes, darlin’. Come for me.” She was wrapped around me, clenched and spasming. Unadulterated ecstasy dripped from her lips like irresistible nectar.

Her hips shot up, accepting all of me, and I swirled my pelvis to stroke her G-spot. She unraveled completely. The girlish squeals turned to guttural, unhinged screams of pleasure, but I wasn’t done yet. I dropped my hand between us to square the heel of my hand against her clit, and I started to pulse, rolling my hips faster.

A gush of hot liquid spilled from her folds and splashed my lower belly, and I came.

My body fell forward with the flexibility of a well-trained gymnast, and I was sapped of all strength. Together, we groaned and moaned and clung to each other as her orgasmic fluid coated my lower half and mine filled its protective jacket.

Our lungs heaved in sync, and our mouths found one another. I kissed her, swallowing the tail end of her pleasure, and we floated back down to Earth beneath the soothing rays of the afternoon sun.

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The Fight is now Live and on SALE on Amazon! Go and one-click this now while it’s ONLY $0.99 or FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

Cherry = Ripe and Delicious. Too tempting.

Even though I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I built my own successful R&D company from scratch. I’m always looking for talent. That’s how I meet Cherry Bomb — underground MMA fighting princess. After watching one match, I’m hooked and sign her on as my newest investment.

Sweet, tart, and fresh, I want to do more than spar with her. I want her. And that’s a problem.

We have different priorities. Hers, to take care of her family, while I need to find mine.

But I’m quickly becoming addicted to her. It’s an addiction I need to kick. If she doesn’t KO me first.

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Hot water bubbled all around me, smelling of chlorine, but I didn’t mind. The heat felt great on my sore muscles, and I sank down into the bliss of the hot tub.

“I was waiting for you. You should have told me you were already getting in.”

My eyes flew open, heart leaping into my throat. Standing just at the side of the tub, dressed in only a pair of swim trunks, was Caleb. He was just as carved as I thought he would be, every muscle in his body ripped to absolute perfection. His skin was shiny, as if he had been oiled up.

“I didn’t know you were waiting for me.” The bubbles floating on the top of the water hid my skin from his view, but my body still responded just because I knew only that thin layer of bubbles and my suit stood between my skin and his gaze.

“Of course I was.” He took a step over the side and slid into the water with me, and the bubble swirled around his broad shoulders. Already, every cell in my body was standing on end. It felt like I was being electrified by his mere presence.

“What are you doing?” I asked, an incredulous tone lacing my voice, even though I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the hands that were moving just below the water, parting the bubbles, as if he were itching to touch me.

“What do you think?” he responded, reaching one of those hands toward me. One strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me flush to him.

For a moment, I stiffened, but then I quickly realized that in his arms was exactly where I wanted to be.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice so low and salacious that my bones practically melted. It should’ve been illegal for a single man to be so alluring, and yet Caleb was unapologetic for how maddeningly attractive he was.

“I’m not your girl,” I answered smarmily, running my finger down his jawline, the bristles of his five o’clock shadow catching my skin deliciously.

“No, but you could be.” His hand went lower, to the dip of my back, smoothing across my hips before stopping when he cupped my bare ass.

“You don’t think that would be a bit inappropriate?”

“And why would it be?”

“Because you’re my boss?” I said with a laugh. It was killing me to be sensible, but I had to be sure he was completely aware of any line we might be crossing.

“No, I’m not. I’ve invested in you, but nothing more.” He smiled crookedly, and my woman parts sang with glee. “I can respect your space though, if you just want to just be colleagues. All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Hmm.” I stalled, trying to think and buying time by continuing to trace my finger across his collarbone and up over his shoulder. But it was so hard to concentrate when I could feel his breath on me, warming my skin.

“What’s the word?” he asked patiently, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I think we might be good,” I answered slowly, accepting that I was absolutely sure I wanted to be exactly where I was. Here. With his arms wrapped around me, his hand massaging my bare buttocks, making me want them to move lower. “But…”

“But?”

“It would be better if you kissed me.”

One of his eyebrows raised, and the look he gave me could only be described as pure sex. “I suppose I could manage that.”

I was ready with a retort, when suddenly his lips were crushed against mine, and he was pressing me solidly against his form. I all but collapsed into him, my mind lighting up with a rush of pleasure and surprise at the feel of his skin against mine. My eyes slid closed, and I completely lost myself in the moment.

It was everything I’d thought it would be and more. It was exactly what I’d needed since the moment he walked into my prep room after the fight. What I had been craving since I first laid eyes on Caleb but had been denying every waking moment of the days that followed. Who knew that such denial could result in absolute ecstasy?

His fingers walked up my spine and kneaded, sending waves of relaxation up my vertebrae that were in sharp contrast to the frenzy brewing in my middle. His cock was responding, pressing against the front of his trunks with a desperate sort of urgency. That realization made me burn that much hotter, and I deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, digging my fingers into his neck.

Caleb broke contact and pulled back. I was surprised when a tiny whine escaped my throat, but then his lips ghosted over the point where my jaw met my neck. Along my chin, down the other side of my neck. He alternated between a gentle press of his lips to sharp nips of his teeth, bringing sounds from me I hadn’t even known I could make.

I wasn’t virginal in any sense of the word. I had a long-term boyfriend through three years in high school that lasted until the summer before we moved to Louisville, and then another boyfriend for a few months after that. But neither of them had elicited the kind of reaction Caleb did.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, nails digging into his skin as I clung to him.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he rasped into my neck, making me giggle.

I didn’t giggle. And yet that was the only word to describe the giddy sound that escaped my mouth.

My embarrassment quickly faded, however, as his fingers left my lower back and trailed up until they circled my breasts, squeezing the tender flesh.

I gasped at the sensation and leaned back to allow him better access.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

I ground against the hard shaft beneath his shorts, an uncontainable sort of pressure rising within me. I could feel myself growing slick for him, even in the bubbling water of the hot tub. “I—”

“Cherry…” His head dipped, and my nipple was in his mouth, being suckled and nipped by his teeth.

My hips responded, rubbing his hard length down my middle, and he growled low in his throat as one of his hands plunged deeper into the water. His fingers glided beneath the material of my suit and over my labia. I moaned, throwing my head back. “Yes.”

“You’re so passionate. I want to make you come. Watch you come.” One finger slipped between my folds, finding my clit, circling as he took a breast in his mouth, his tongue making the same motion around my nipple.

I rode him, giving in to every desire that had risen in me since we’d met, his finger dipping inside then slipping back out to tease my swollen bud. I could feel him beneath me, so hard he must’ve been about to burst, but as he increased the pressure on my clit, all reason flew away, and all I could do was answer my body’s demands.

“Caleb…” His name came out as a plea.

“Come for me, Cherry. My Cherry.” He was watching me now, but the tension in my core was so frantic that I didn’t care. “Come for me.”

I burst at his words, heat flooding my pussy as he continued his onslaught until I shuddered in slowing waves of ecstasy. Panting, I collapsed on his chest, his warm, wet skin feeling like a dream.

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The Beasts Of Baseball: The Complete Series is now Live and on SALE on Amazon! Go and one-click this now while it’s ONLY $0.99 or FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

The Beasts are back in a bundle that will make you believe in love again. A five book Amazon Top 30 Bestselling series now available in one complete box set.

The Beasts of Baseball series follows the steamy deeds of the New York City players who are too untamed to lose the game that they live for, and the women they love. These billionaires are alpha bad boy power hitters with more testosterone than the dugout can hold. So, get a good seat and enjoy the game.

Book One – Rookie Mistake

Standing on the pitcher’s mound for a professional baseball team has always been my dream.

But there’s a downside to instant fame and fortune. In this alternate world, people change.

It used to be me and Whitney forever.

Now, the dream has become a nightmare.

Can we wake and find our way back to each other?

Book Two – Ace’s Wild

I’m a heavy hitter. Superstar short stop.

I have life by the balls. The party has just begun. Women are flowing like cheap wine.

So what if my teammates are younger every season and retirement is staring me in the face?

They can’t get rid of me that easy. I’ll do whatever it takes to stay in the game.

I refuse to be tamed.

Until she walks into my life.

Book Three – Hard to Catch

The worst event of my life was being traded from the Mets to the Beasts.

Now, my reputation as an adrenaline junkie has landed me a babysitter.

I have to admit… Katrina Delaney is hot. And mysterious.

She’s hiding something beneath that social media perfection.

But what? I want to find out.

Book Four – Winning Streak

Soon I’ll be forced to take over my family’s billion-dollar company.

That means settling down. Wife. Kids. Things I don’t want in my life.

Freckles, sunshine, and an ass that makes me harder than a baseball bat explodes into my life.

Eliana Anderson goes from fake girlfriend, to fake fiancée, to an altar that’s all too real.

But there’s another bomb. One that’s meant to shatter our world.

Book Five – The Dom vs. The Virgin

I created the NY Beasts, a bunch of MLB misfits who just won the f’ing World Series.

Now everyone wants a piece of me.

How the hell I allowed myself to be part of a reality show, I’ll never know.

Now I’m facing nine single women who see only two things: fresh man meat and dollar signs.

Except her.

Beautiful, young, innocent Emery Rose didn’t plan on being here either.

But that won’t stop me from hunting her. I might be the Beasts’ Daddy, but the real beast is me.

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This sneak peek is from Rookie Mistake, the first book in the Beasts Of Baseball series. Scroll all the way down to the bottom for sneak peeks of the other books too!

Her lips were still perfectly painted, full and sensual as they puckered towards mine for a kiss. My tongue wasted no time coaxing apart those pink lips and finding its way inside her sweet mouth. She tasted like the strawberry drinks she had ordered and smelled of vanilla.

This is what I call dessert.

Her lips pulled away from mine, and her body lowered until her mouth met the tip of my cock. She squeezed my balls gently in her palm, rolling them as she licked up my length.

Sweet Jesus, I could come in her mouth right now!

Those beautiful green eyes looked up at me as her lips stretched around my shaft. There was an innocence in them that drove me wild, and the deeper she took me into her mouth, I could see them begin to water. My hand gripped her hair, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her mouth was wet, warm, and offered a variety of sensations, from hard suction to gentle flicks of her tongue.

I used my go-tos when I got too close — baseball, Aunt Edna and even tried to remember the taste of dill pickles — but it was useless. I needed to stop her before it was too late. I wanted to save my cum for her pussy, the tight, delicious place where my cock loved to play. I pulled on her hair, pulling her away from my cock. She refused to go.

Instead, she wrapped her hand around my thigh, squeezed my balls tightly in her other hand and took me back into her mouth. She was latched on tight, sucking hard and fast as my legs began to tremble, and my eyes rolled back in my head. A loud grunt exploded from my lips and echoed off the kitchen walls as I came into her mouth, down her throat. I quickly pulled myself together enough to look down at the image of her licking me from her lips.

Deliciously beautiful.

I kicked my shoes off and my pants from my ankles. I reached down, lifting Whitney to her feet and then scooped her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom. I kissed her hard, my tongue tasting the mixture of her fruity drink and me. I tossed her gently onto the bed and stood back to take in her beauty.

I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor behind me as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to her ankle. My tongue worked up her leg to her knee before tracing a path up her thigh. I kissed her skin softly, teasing, then pushed her dress over her hips so my tongue could continue its journey along her body. I teased her with long soft laps that glided to her inner thigh and stopped at the start of her panties. The sweet smell of her pussy so close to my mouth made it water.

“Take them off,” I ordered.

She wasted no time in sliding her hands to her hips and pushing the silky panties away from her body. I helped her with them until they were off her feet and then turned back to what she had just uncovered.

Her soft pink folds were swollen and plump, her clit opened with her beautiful pearl exposed. I touched her sensitive flesh there, circling the bundle of nerves while she moaned and squirmed beneath my touch. My finger slid between her folds, spreading them open to expose the delicate pink flesh surrounding her opening. Her skin glistened with the juices that flowed from between her legs, and her scent was so delicate, I needed a taste.

When I plunged my tongue into her, she moaned and squirmed as I consumed her, needing more. I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her from the mattress, pulling her harder into my mouth. Her body shook as I sucked her clit, grazing it with my teeth, letting my tongue glide across it with random flicks. Her legs clamped tight around my head, her hand gripping my hair as she let out a loud moan and began to tremble.

By the time she was screaming my name, my cock was hard and ready for more. This time what it craved from the start.

I took my time exposing her beautiful breasts, her flat stomach, and the cutest belly button I’d ever seen. I leaned down and kissed it softly. “Do you want me to fuck you or make love to you?”

I already knew the answer, her body language told me she wanted to be fucked, but I wanted to hear her innocent lips form the words.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

I raised onto my knees and felt like a beast as I looked down at her, stroking my cock with one hand, the other moving between her legs again, my fingers sinking deep inside.

“Turn over,” I demanded, and her pupils dilated at my command.

She followed my orders, exposing her plump round ass and that sexy deep curve in her back. I ran my finger down the curve and between her ass cheeks, playfully teasing her puckered hole before reaching my prize.

“Raise that pretty pussy in the air for me,” I ordered.

She gasped then sighed, letting out another soft moan. I knew she loved when I gave her orders, so as she pushed her ass high in the air and spread her legs to expose the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen, I rewarded her with the tip of my cock sliding inside, but then quickly took it away.

“You sure you want this cock?” I asked, slapping her ass, then rubbing away the sting, watching the white flesh turn pink.

“Yes,” she moaned, pushing back into me, wanting more.

“Show me how bad you want it,” I said and pushed just the tip back into her pussy. She pushed back hard against me, but I pulled away so she couldn’t send me deep inside. I was teasing her, and she loved it. Her body pushed against me again, and this time, I allowed her to take me a bit deeper. I continued teasing her until she became aggressive.

“Yes, that’s what I like, baby,” I gasped as she slammed back hard, her ass cheeks slapping into my pelvis, shaking my balls in a violent rumble, causing my cock to throb.

Her body tightened and trembled violently, and mine quickly followed suit. Cum blasted from the tip of my cock, pulsing deep inside of her as I watched her pussy lips contracting around my satisfied dick.

I caressed her soft ass cheeks and then her back as I pulled out from her warmth. “I love you,” I said and rolled off the bed to grab a towel. We had made quite a mess, but we were both too exhausted to care and fell asleep in each other’s arms, sharing the wet spot.

Want to read sneak peeks from the other books in the series?

CLICK HERE for another sneak peek from Rookie Mistake

Click HERE for a sneak peek of Ace’s Wild

Click HERE for a sneak peek of Hard To Catch

Click HERE for a sneak peek of Winning Streak

 Click HERE for a sneak peek of The Dom vs. The Virgin

The Beasts Of Baseball: The Complete Series will be out on August 6th. Click HERE to add it to your Goodreads shelf!

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The Heat is now Live and on SALE on Amazon! Go and one-click this now while it’s ONLY $0.99 or FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

She hates me on sight. I want her on sight. We don’t just argue, we explode.

As the newly minted CEO of Watts Enterprises, the billion-dollar company with the world’s worst “green” reputation, it’s my job to produce the products consumers clamor for. But Atlee Young, an environmental attorney with more passion and will than I’ve ever seen, thinks differently.

We meet in the sultry jungles of Malaysia, and when I set out to show her how wrong she is about me, things get wild, fast.

Then they get dangerous.

Now, we’re not just fighting each other. We’re fighting for our lives.

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“Come here.”

I didn’t hesitate. Against all good judgement, I climbed toward him. Because of the enormous empty space between us that held only the stick shift, there wasn’t really anywhere to go. I looked around helplessly, then decided that only one thing would do.

I hiked my skirt and straddled him, pressing my breasts against his chest as I ground my sex into his growing hardness. “Is this what you had in mind?”

He kneaded the globes of my ass and growled, “In my mind, we were wearing a lot fewer clothes.”

From my position, I was inches above him, and he wrapped his hands around my ass, gazing hungrily up at my mouth. Then his eyes met mine. He reached up, and very slowly, lifted my glasses off my nose. “There you are.”

I licked my lips, feeling more self-conscious, more cute, without the barrier. “You don’t like glasses?”

“No, I… I want to see your face. Every inch of your skin. Every inch of you. I want nothing between us.” He placed the frames aside, and his hands returned to my ass. “Feel all of you.”

I spread open his shirt, toying with the first unopened button about halfway down. He had just the right amount of sexy dark hair smattered with beads of sweat. More evidence that he did perspire. Thank god.

His eyes went down to my cleavage, and his finger traced along the lace edge of my top and the little buttons there. “Take that off.” When I reached for the hem, he added, “It’s time to reapply bug spray.”

I froze. “Bug spray, huh?”

His dimple appeared, and the teasing glint in his eyes made me smile too. “Yeah. I’ll be very thorough. I promise.”

“Well, I don’t think I can really argue with that logic, jungle boy.”

Not that I had a lick of logic in my head at that moment anyway. I actually had nothing in my head but pure lust.

Leaning back, my spine connected with the steering wheel, and the horn blared.

I yelped, jumping from surprise, my thighs clenching around him. I hadn’t realized how caged I was between the steering wheel and his hard body. I pitched forward, and he caught me in the hottest, most intense, openmouthed kiss that I’d ever received. Hard and soft, teeth and tongue, his breath hot and his mouth demanding, it set my world spinning.

When we broke it, I saw spots, and my body was practically pulsing with desire, electricity zinging through my every nerve.

He reached into the back of the truck and pulled out a blanket. His voice was ragged and gruff with need. “Come with me.”

I didn’t remember him opening the door. I didn’t remember stepping to the ground or Wyatt taking me by the wrist. I remembered him kissing me again before placing his hand on the small of my back, leading me deeper into the jungle. The truck was still in view when he looked around, and apparently satisfied that we were alone — and there weren’t any creepy crawlies in the vicinity — laid the blanket on the earth.

“Tell me you want this, Atlee,” he said against my lips.

There were so many reasons to say that I didn’t, to run back to my dingy little hotel, and then back to America where I’d move on with my life. And there was one reason to stay.

Him.

The man I loathed.

The man I wanted to crush with my viral words.

The man I’d only met twenty-four hours ago.

The man… I wanted with everything in my soul.

At least just this once.

“I want this,” I told him, lifting my hands to his shoulders. “I want you.”

He took my face in his hands, his incredible eyes searching my expression. “What are you doing to me, Atlee?”

I had no answer for that. Had no time to search for one because his mouth was on mine again.

A hand slid down my body to my back, pulling me harder against him, the pad of his thumb arcing over my skin. I was damp from head to toe with perspiration, my breath tight and fast with anticipation.

He lifted his head and looked down at me with such passion it made my stomach flutter. Radiating between my legs was a pure, hot flame. Sweat trickled down my ribcage and puddled in my cleavage. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I started to steam.

The heat.

Around us. Between us. In us. In me.

I didn’t want to fight it. Couldn’t fight. If this were the fires of hell, I’d gladly plummet into them if he promised to not stop touching me.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said.

“So are you.”

At least that’s what I thought I said. I couldn’t even remember my own name when he looked at me like that. My heart was practically pounding out of my rib cage, my whole body tightened in need, one single chord, ready to be struck.

His hand slowly trailed down to my throat, fingering the pulse point in the hollow there. He had to know I was desperate for him, my pulse fluttering like a hummingbird’s. His thumb caressed my damp skin.

“You’re hot,” he murmured, his lips at my throat. “So hot.”

It wasn’t a question, but I opened my eyes and looked up at the canopy above us. “Yeah. Jungle. Equator.”

“Allow me to fix that.”

As he nibbled on my collarbone, I vaguely wondered how he thought he was supposed to fix the weather. Maybe he was a god. If the heavens had opened and it had started raining, I wouldn’t have been too very surprised.

“Fix it, Wyatt. Fix me.”

He growled, and his mouth slammed down on mine. I was clinging to him, feeling his muscles and damp skin through his shirt. His tongue licked out, setting me practically on fire. He lifted me until I was on my toes and my breasts were squashed against his chest. His body was an inferno, and I melted against him.

“That isn’t working,” I murmured when his tongue grazed its way down my jaw to the tender flesh of my neck. He licked his way down to my collarbone again, his hands flirting with the straps at my shoulders.

He pulled away from me, giving me that arrogant look of his, before easing my spaghetti straps down over my arms. He licked his way over my chest and then practically dove for my breasts, dropping a kiss between them before lowering the fabric down all the way, exposing me to the humid air.

He licked at one and then the other, molding them, pressing them together. He took a nipple between his lips and sucked so hard I could feel the pull from his mouth into my toes.

“Ah, god.”

My fingers worked through his thick hair as he continued to swirl his tongue over my nipples, making them so hard they ached. The sensation made my stomach flutter, my sex clenching and unclenching in raw, animal need.

Working my hands past his shoulders to his back, I found that he too was covered in sweat. I could feel it through his shirt. It turned me on, how slick we were. I’d bet his skin tasted deliciously salty too.

As if he read my mind, Wyatt pulled his mouth off my nipple with a loud, obscene sounding pop. “Mmmm. You taste good. I could stay here and eat you all day.”

I moaned. Actual words escaped me. I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a day, truthfully, with him giving my breasts such rapt attention. He sucked one breast, then the other, so hard, as if he couldn’t get enough. The pleasure that spiraled through me was almost too much until he sank his teeth around my nipple and bit down.

I cried out.

He washed his tongue over the hurt, and I quickly forgave him, even when he bit me again. The edge of pain seemed to intensify the pleasure, and I wanted more, but he’d already begun trailing his tongue southward, pushing my top down to my waist. He kissed my abdomen as his hands encircled my body, reaching their way up my ass. “Panties, huh?”

I tried to think of something witty to say, but nothing came. It was like my brain shut off, and now my sexy parts were in the driver’s seat.

He didn’t wait for an answer, anyway. He rolled them down over my hips, past my thighs, my knees, jiggling them a little at my ankles until I stepped one boot, then the other, out of them.

“That’s better.” He rolled my skirt up, so now all my clothes were bunched at my waist.

He cupped my sex, sending liquid heat straight up my spine, and rubbing the pad of his thumb on my clit in languid circles, placed a kiss on my thigh. My breath burned in my lungs as I held it in anticipation, then it burst out of me in disappointment when he laid down on the blanket instead.

“Come here and let me taste all of you.”

For a moment, I didn’t know what he meant, then suddenly, I did.

Ride my face.

Oh god. Could I do this? Would I do this?

He crooked a finger at me, that damn dimple winking.

Damn straight I would.

Straddling his chest, I took the hands he offered to me and sank down until my knees were on each side of his head.

Fingers linked with mine, he stared up at me from between my thighs, the pupils of his eyes almost fully eclipsing the blue.

“I’ve wanted this since I first saw you, Atlee.”

I didn’t know it then, but I wanted this too.

Slowly, I sank down on his waiting mouth, then nearly jolted back up as pleasure speared through me. Pure heat coursed through my body as he licked and sucked my clit. Letting go of my hands, he wrapped his long fingers around my thighs, pulling me harder down on him, his tongue arrowing into my body.

Grabbing handfuls of the blanket, I spread my legs, giving him better access as his tongue worked circles, darting in and out, bringing me closer to the edge.

“Oh,” I moaned, grinding harder into his face as my spine curled. I had a hard time keeping erect. I curled in on myself, looking up at the palms above, as sensation built on top of sensation. “That feels so good.”

His breath was hot under me. “I’m far from done.”

I looked down at him, watched his mouth working as he pleased me. His tongue speared inside me, and I felt it curling against the walls as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

That got me. I came so hard that I thought I’d rip apart. I screamed so loud that even though it felt like we were in the middle of nowhere, I was sure someone had to have heard.

He didn’t stop. In fact, my orgasm seemed to have ignited him and he worked me harder… faster… almost brutally. Until I came again.

This time I collapsed, my trembling core unable to sustain my weight a second longer.

As I shuddered, he pulled me down and turned us until we were face to face and our tongues met together in a frantic dance. I tasted myself, salty and musky on his mouth as we tangled together, touching, tasting, exploring.

My fingers roamed over his chest, his muscles rippling under my touch. I ran my hands up his skin, pausing when I heard a button pop. He pushed up to his knees, then growled and ripped it out of the waistband of his pants, lifting it over his head and casting it aside.

And then it was like Christmas, and I’d just gotten the toy I’d waited all year for. All that promise that I’d pictured below the shirt was even better, just a glorious, ripped, tanned and smooth playground of adult fantasy.

Sitting up, I kissed down the spattering of dark hair at the center of his chest, to his pectorals, and clamped my teeth on his nipple. He growled at me.

I grinned. Turnabout was fair play.

Which was probably why he became more aggressive, and he delved two fingers deep inside me, making me gasp.

I stroked my fingers along the front of his shorts, feeling his hardness. I wanted him with a need that I couldn’t control. “I want you inside me now,” I begged. “Please.”

In one fluid movement, he stood up and made quick work of the button and zipper. He pushed the shorts and boxers down his thighs, and his cock popped free, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. Reaching into his pocket before tossing the shorts aside, he pulled a condom from his wallet. I watched, fascinated, while he ripped it open and rolled it over the fat head and down the thick shaft.

“Were you a Boy Scout?”

He grinned, the dimple winking at me again, then did something very un-Boy Scout like. He flipped me over. One second, I was facing him. The next, I was on my hands and knees, my ass high in the air.

I didn’t even protest. The position actually seemed right. We were in the middle of the jungle, after all, and missionary position would have been a little too… tame.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched him guide that big, hard thing toward me, felt it pressing at my entrance.

“No regrets?” he asked, dragging the tip up my slit. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

If I were facing him, I would have kissed him, shown him through my actions just how much I wanted this. Instead, I pushed back, taking the head of his cock into my body in one smooth stroke.

Regrets?

Maybe an hour from now. Or tomorrow. Next month. Next year. Next lifetime.

But not right now. I needed him as much as he apparently needed me. My only regret would be to walk away.

Hands on my hips, he slammed into me, tearing a scream from my throat. A scream so loud, it seemed to quiet all the other noises in the jungle.

He stopped, giving my body time to stretch around the sudden intrusion. He was big, thick and long, and he filled me in a way I’d never been filled before.

His hand moved down my spine, to the back of my neck, and he pressed until my cheek was on the blanket. Putting me at his mercy.

Which was exactly where I wanted to be.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, and I could hear what the words cost him.

“Don’t stop,” I managed to pant out. “Please. I need you. Need this.”

I pressed my mouth into the blanket to quiet myself as he withdrew, dragging over the sensitive tissues. Then I was jerked forward when he thrust into me again.

“Yes. Harder. More.”

As if my words had lit a fuse, he exploded. Not in orgasm, but in action.

Holding my head down, the other curled around my hip, he moved in earnest, thrusting and thrusting, harder and faster, driving into me, the sounds of our bodies connecting cracking into the surrounding vegetation.

I gave as good as I got, pushing back to meet each thrust, as wild as he. I rocked with him, feeling him plunge, finding the very end of me.

Sinking his fingers into my hair, he pulled until I was on my knees, my back flush against his chest. And still he thrust, grunting and growling and digging his teeth into my back, biting me hard. All I could do was beg for more.

He was such a fucking man. Born and on this earth to do just this. It didn’t seem possible he could do anything better.

“So. Damn. Good.”

I had to agree, and when his hand fell to my clit, rubbing in circles, I exploded, my vision graying at the edges as my body felt pleasure I didn’t know existed.

He shouted my name and gave several balls-deep thrusts before I felt him coming too. I fell to my hands, then to the ground as I took his weight, his face buried in my hair.

He rolled off me, and I could breathe again. And as oxygen entered my brain, I had one thought… what the hell had I just done?

Rolling onto my back, still panting, looking up into the leaves of the jungle around me, I hated myself.

I wasn’t a shark. I was a slut who was led by her emotions.

I wasn’t saving the rainforest. I wasn’t doing what I set out to do. I’d let myself be led by… emotions.

Tears pricked my eyes, and I swore I’d jab them out if a single tear fell.

No regrets.

Total bullshit. I was a liar on top of everything else. Because I already had regrets.

But not about him. Or this.

About myself.

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I have secrets. She wants answers. Never the two shall meet.

When Sadie Danes strolls into my life with a notepad and an attitude, it’s just another interview. At first.

As an A-list movie star, everyone wants a piece of me, especially now that I’m back in New York doing what I love… the theater. Broadway.

But this theater critic is different. She sees past the actor, into the man hiding in the spotlight. She’s real. Beautiful. My Juliet.

A simple interview turns into more. And that’s a problem.

I have a past.

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I did know I wanted to taste her, to breathe her in, to take her hard.

Grabbing her by the waist, I threw her back onto the couch and hovered over her. Every pore on her body seemed to ooze that floral aroma I’d already come to crave, and I had to know if she tasted as beautiful as she smelled. I seized her skirt by the waistband and yanked downward. There was a pop of protest as the zipper on the side burst into two, but I barely noticed. Shimmying the fabric down the length of her legs, I was hyper-focused on the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and the only thing separating me from it now was a simple pair of black cotton panties.

Sadie squirmed beneath me, helping me wriggle her free from the confines of the skirt, and I noticed tiny little bumps of chill rising on her now-exposed thighs. They called out to me, tempting me, so I dropped my mouth to the place just above her knee and stroked my tongue over the tiny dots. The moan that spilled from her lips was almost inhuman, and it crept between the denim weave of my jeans to caress my cock affectionately. Up, up, up, I lapped at her gam until I reached the only clothed area on her lower half. The heady scent of her erotic want overlapped her perfume.

“Ahhh.” I took in a long, slow, deep breath. She looked down at me through hooded eyes. “I can already smell how much your pussy wants me.”

She crinkled her nose, an adorable gesture. “I hate that word.”

“Pussy?” She nodded. I hooked two fingers into either side of her panties and started worming them down. “Oh, Juliet, you surprise me. ‘What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.’” Her jaw slackened, and I heard a thin stream of air whistle through her teeth. “And you do smell so sweet.”

Another moan rippled from her tongue, and the blood in my cock surged. I’d always admired the power contained in words, but to witness the power my words—and Shakespeare’s—had over her was a euphoric experience unlike any I’d ever had.

With her panties off, her most intimate of areas was bared to me, but I wasn’t finished revealing her yet. “Lift your arms,” I commanded. She did as bidden, and I slipped her blouse off. Her bra, already unhooked, rested limply atop her breasts, and I tore it from her arms without hesitation. “Now, I can see you.”

And see her, I did.

She was beautiful. Perfect, really. Two swells of delicious flesh peaked with pale nipples, the tips of which were already studded in her arousal, and a delicate curvature sweeping into feminine hips begging to be gripped. At the center of it all was the Holy Land, a pink, petaled pussy with lips puffy and glistening with moisture.

I was ravenous.

Bowing low, I swirled my tongue around the creases of her thighs without venturing inward. Sadie mewed like a kitten and lifted her rear to silently plead for more. I pushed her back down with the heel of my hand, shaking my head. “So eager, Miss Capulet. Hath your father failed you to teach the etiquette of patience?”

“My father’s a surgeon from Connecticut. He taught me to handle emergencies with a cool head.”

“Methinks you were a poor student, then.” I flicked the tip of my tongue over her hooded bead, eliciting a whimper from her. “Your level head appears somewhat off-kilter.”

I engulfed her entire pussy in my mouth and suckled, and she groaned. Watching her summited breasts swelling and deflating with every coarse, craving breath was a visual aphrodisiac, and I found myself tracing shapes around her folds and clit just to watch her pant. Something about her was far superior to any partner I’d ever had, though I was unable to pinpoint what it was, because I cared very little about my own pleasure and instead was desperate to witness hers. Each rattling gasp that passed between her lips was a shot of adrenaline. Every shudder down her spine was like a stroke to my cock. Even the hues of crimson passing over her cheeks were visceral praise for my efforts. And, perhaps most rewarding of all, the shine in her eyes and leap in her pulse as I played the part of Romeo hardened me to granite, and I threw myself into the roleplay without reservation.

“I will be punished for indulging in your sweetness, dear Juliet.” My lips barely moved as I spoke against her inner thigh, but the impromptu grind in her hips told me she’d heard me clearly. “We are not fated to be together, yet I cannot stay away, and I willingly drown myself in sin for a taste of your love.”

Her panting hitched, though I detected a hint of amusement on her mouth similar to that which I’d seen when we sat across from each other in the pizzeria. “Romeo never said that.”

“No.” My voice was little more than a snarl. I pinned my eyes to hers, poised myself barely an inch above her loins, and licked my lips. “I’m saying it.”

Then, I swooped down upon her like a hawk on a helpless field mouse. My tongue plunged between her petals to drill into her soaked tunnel as my upper lip massaged her clit, which swelled with stimulation at my ministrations. Her entire body from ass to shoulders curved as gracefully as the St. Louis Arch, and she let out a plaintive moan that filled the room as thoroughly as the oxygen we breathed. Her flavor was, indeed, as sweet as I’d told her. Cherries. Ripe, juicy, delectable black cherries. I stroked my tongue along every ridge, taking special care to lap at the spongey bundle of nerves behind her pubic bone, and swallowed every drop of arousal I extracted.

“God, ungh, please, oh, god!” The stream pouring from Sadie was hardly intelligible and certainly incohesive, but I was more turned on by it than if she’d cried out a coherent request. Her submission to the sensations was submission to me. She was mine to pleasure, mine to tease, mine to torture until her body and mind were both ready to implode.

I slithered my tongue free from her and replaced it with a finger, curling the digit upward to tap against her G-spot. The hood hiding her clit was withdrawn to reveal the hopeful button beneath, and I licked a swirl pattern across its surface. Her hips bucked. I grinned and switched to a zigzag, and, with my free hand, reached up to mirror the motion with my fingernail across her nipple. She moaned again and rolled her hips into the couch almost as if she was pulling away from my penetrating hand, but I refused to let her escape and instead increased the pressure I used on her sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her thighs tensed on either side of me.

“Oh, no,” I chided, slowing my movements down. “It’s not time for your poison yet.”

She hissed, actually hissed like a pissed-off cat, and glowered at me through long-lashed slits. I couldn’t hold back my chuckle.

“She is a vengeful one, this Juliet, yes?” She hissed a second time, and I shook my head to antagonize her. In defiance, she slammed her hips downwards, absorbing my entire finger. I withdrew it completely and shook it at her just as I had my head in an unspoken tsk-tsk. My skin from knuckle to nail was shiny with her delicious lubricant. “You will learn patience, Miss Capulet, if I must spend the rest of my days teaching you.”

“Please!” She implored me with the desperation of a feverish fiend.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I took her by the hips and thrust myself against her. Though my pants were still on, I could feel her wetness through the fabric dampening my hungry cock. I wanted to play with her further, to drive her deeper into the chasms of insanity, but I was beginning to lose my own self-control and succumbed to her wiles. Unbuttoning my jeans, I shoved them down to my knees along with my underwear and watched my dick spring free. The head caught in her folds for a second and slipped up the length of her slit, and she cried out with the delight of long-awaited relief.

Taking myself in my hand, I traced the outer edges of her entrance. She was so turned on that tiny, crystalline beads were sliding from her opening, and I was already forming a glistening bead of my own. My mouth turned to cotton and my muscles tensed. There was no holding back now.

I crossed her threshold with a vicious thrust, and my breath was stolen as I was enveloped by her. Sadie, too, was rendered noiseless in the sudden joining, and we simply stared at each other open-mouthed for a fraction of a second before our senses were returned to us in spades. Simultaneously, moans clawed from our throats and mingled together in my living room, and I started pumping my hips. She reached over her head and scrabbled her fingers over the cushion in search of something to grab onto, but her efforts were fruitless and the only thing she could manage to do was tear her hair free from its messy twist and fist large clumps of her tresses.

“What the fuck is it about you?” I didn’t mean to ask the question. I didn’t even know I thought the question. It just spewed from my mouth before I could stop it, but, once it was out there, I genuinely wanted an answer. What was it about her? Why did she make me react this way? I was so attracted to her that I would’ve easily believed she’d put me under a love spell if she told me so, and, yet, even as I drilled myself deeper and deeper inside her, I still craved to know the person beneath the theater critic. That had never happened to me before. Women were either sexual conquests from the get or the makings of friends who could possibly become something more. They were never both at the same time.

My head rolled back as I rotated my pelvis to glide across every surface inside her, and the cry she let out was an auditory blowjob. Sensual and pleasing, but urgent and needy. She took advantage of my sudden vulnerability to lunge upward in what would’ve been considered a great crunch at the gym and clutch my waist, railing me into her with more force than I’d used thus far. I was so startled by her aggression that I lost the balance I kept on my knees and dropped forward, catching myself only inches before crushing her into the couch cushions. Eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, I gazed down at her, and then I thrust again as I crushed my lips to hers.

Her moan swelled inside my mouth, and I swallowed rapidly to drink it down like water from the Fountain of Youth. She twisted and twirled her tongue around mine in a dance of impending climax. Soft fingers stroked the nape of my neck before sharp nails raked across my flesh, and she tore her face away from mine to shriek her pleasure freely. I stared at her as I continued slamming, transfixed by the sheer beauty in her euphoric expression, and, even with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open, I could still see flashes of her traits coming through. The sarcastic smile she’d worn several times throughout the night was hidden under her gasps. The discerning gazes she’d cast me lingered on the tips of her lashes. The questions she’d asked and taunts she’d vaulted mingled in the guttural moans careening from her diaphragm. She was there, the woman I’d first met in my dressing room, but she was stripped bare both literally and figuratively, and I was taking all of her.

That realization was enough to grip me by the balls and demand my release. I straightened up to look down on Sadie’s writhing form, pressed the heel of my hand to her clit, and rocked it up and down.

“Drink your poison, Juliet.” I increased the pressure I was applying. “It’s time to die.”

She didn’t die, but she did unravel. It was like I could see every cell in her body separating from the others as she melted, and the explosion that took her waited just long enough for me to see her fall before claiming me too. Lights popped behind my eyes, and I was forced on top of her again. She trembled violently, her voice a siren’s shriek in my ear. I was awash in pleasure. Every nerve I possessed was on fire, electrocuted, drowning, suffocating… and I never wanted it to end. Without a doubt, I’d never experienced an orgasm so gripping before.

I returned to normalcy before Sadie did, and, in my hazy post-orgasmic state, I watched her shooting through utopic universes. She was the picture of beauty, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her moaning mouth. She tried and failed to reciprocate, but I relished the struggle. When she finally regained some control of herself, I eased my cock from her and rolled off to the side between her and the back of the couch. Neither of us spoke as our minds tried to catch up to our bodies.

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