by Amy Faye
Colin moved. Evan tightened his grip, twisted the arm harder. Colin was visibly hurt by it; he just didn't seem to care enough to let it stop him. When the uniformed men finally wrangled the two of them apart, and cuffed them both, it was almost a relief. Not as much as seeing Dana standing in her doorway, though, watching. The look of concern in her eyes was almost enough to make his cheek worth it.
Twenty
Evan's body hurt. He'd been awake and aware as they took him in the back of the car. There had been talk about taking him to the hospital. Eventually, the talk had decided that, yes, they'd take him. Colin certainly needed it. They were worried that Evan had broken his arm.
Then they'd sedated him. He woke up with his hand still cuffed to the bed, and two people in the room with him. It was hard to make his eyes focus. One of them was sitting in the corner watching the other one. Watching him, too, he thought.
Evan watched back until the shape turned into a man. The man's clothes turned from a dark spot to dark navy blue. The clothes turned into a uniform. The gold spot in the middle turned into a badge on his chest.
The other figure came second, though it was closer. He didn't want to look at Dana, because he didn't want to see the look on her face. She was going to be pissed, and he knew it.
She didn't wait for him to look for her opinion. "You're an idiot."
"That's fair," he said. The policeman in the corner didn't seem to react to the conversation at all. Like he was watching them with the sound muted.
"He was scaring me," she said.
"I know," Evan answered her. He turned. She looked upset.
"How long was I out?"
"A couple hours," she said. "You look like you went through a meat grinder."
"And now that I've lost my good looks, you're moving on, is that right?"
Evan smiled. It ached through the veil of narcotics.
"You're really an idiot."
"That's what I've got you for," he said.
That was it. She grabbed him by the ears and pressed a kiss onto his lips. Pain screamed out through his head. He yelled into her mouth. Dana pulled away like she'd been burned.
"Oh god, your… oh shit. I'm sorry."
He tightened his jaw and closed his eyes. "It's fine."
"I'm sorry."
"I know you are. It's fine."
"I'm sorry," she repeated.
"Then please," he said. "Accept my apology. I like you, Dana. A lot. Okay? Don't let that stupid bet ruin that."
She pinched her lips together. She couldn't have forgotten about it completely, but she hadn't been thinking about it. And now she was, and she was remembering why she was so angry with him.
"Fine," she said. "I'll work on it. But you have to promise me something."
"What?"
"You're done with your new street-fighting career."
"I promise. Once I'm out, I guess," Evan said, looking significantly at the policeman.
"They're going to bring you in, but I've talked to Officer Connelly," she said, looking at the man in the corner. "A little."
The man in the corner nodded imperceptibly.
"Based on my testimony they're probably going to call it self-defense on your part. Colin using a weapon suggests some pre-meditation on his part, he thinks."
"So… what? I'm free to go?"
"Not quite," the Officer said. "But it's not looking like we're going to make you stand trial. Unless something comes up, or you've got something to get off your chest."
Evan laid his head back. He was tired. The painkillers, he knew, but that didn't make him less tired. He wanted to sleep. But he couldn't have hoped for things to go much better, at least.
In a few moments, he’d be putty in her hands.
She was going to get hers if she had to take it from him.
I sold myself, and not for the money. I had plenty of money.
It wasn't to save someone else, either. There was no one left for me to save.
I wanted mind-blowing sex, and I wanted to be treated like that was all I was good for.
That's how I was going to forget all my problems. Billionaire Thayer Stone gave all of that to me.
He was mysterious, and he had a big... But that was just the icing on the cake.
At a glance:
Themes: billionaire romance, dark romance, erotic romance, bought by a billionaire, bad boy, alpha male, domination and submission, contemporary romance
Notes: Standalone, Happily Ever After (HEA), sexy romance with lots of heat!
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She bobbed her head gently, his fingers interlacing with her hair.
“Wetter,” he said softly. She tried to be sloppier. It wasn’t hard, not with her mouth spread open so wide. Harper could feel him pressing against the back of her throat as his hips moved to meet her head, as he tried to take what he could from her. She gave willingly. It was too good to do anything else.
And then, all of a sudden, he took a grip on her hair, hard, and pulled her off. Harper took a deep, gasping breath as she did, the pain emptying her lungs in an instant and demanding that she refilled them on her own.
“God,” he breathed. “That was…”
The way that he looked at Harper made her womanhood tingle with the knowledge that he was going to take her next. That there was no avoiding the last part of this. The part that she’d been looking forward to since the first time that she’d seen him, days ago.
“Lay back,” he said. She did what she was told, her hips sliding forward so that she could lay out on the leather-upholstered bench seats. The air coming out of the vents was hot, now, and it matched perfectly with the feeling of the environment in the cabin. She felt like she was on fire.
Her mystery man took her legs under her knees and lifted them up to fit around his hips, lifting her ass up off the seat and tucking his own legs underneath. He lined himself up with her entrance before he even bothered to pull her panties aside. He pulled them off to one side then with one hand, and lined his tip up nestled in with her folds using the other.
His hips rocked forward, and she held herself steady. It was big, she thought again. Too big. Impossibly big. She felt herself stretching, felt herself trying to open herself up. She relaxed. She’d never had anything like this. Never had to take anything this big, this deep, this… much.
Harper’s eyes forced themselves shut. She needed it. She was going to get it, too. With time. Her eyes closed and she focused on the sensations inside her. His head scraped her insides in the most delicious possible way. She let out a long, low sigh.
Then he started to move. It was slow, at first. There was a little voice in Harper’s mind, pleading with her. Faster. More. Need more. Need it faster. She didn’t realize until she’d been pleading with him for several seconds that the voice was more than in her head. She was saying it, and God damn it all, did she mean it.
He didn’t oblige her, though. His hips moved slow and deep. When he finally did start to move faster, to give her more of what she wanted, Harper realized why he’d hesitated. Her mind blanked immediately. It hurt. He sped up only a little bit, but the feeling of his cock inside her was about to drive her nuts. It hurt so good. Her breaths came in low gasps. Harper forced herself to calm down. There was a lot more to come. His hips moved gently, rocking against hers.
Then he started moving faster again, and Harper’s attempts at holding herself together fell apart quickly. She wasn’t sure what made her cry out, whether it was the pain or the pleasure. But she knew one thing for certain, as his low groans rose to match her own.
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“Turn around,” he whispered into her ear.
She knew what was coming, but she was in a daze. She didn’t think about the consequences, not any more.
She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep quiet, and when he lined himself up with her entrance and then pushed inside, she stifled a moan as best she could…
Blake Prince
isn't your average guy. He carries two things with him: a bible and a gun. Oh, and a no-limit black card. So three things.
After he practically ripped a guy's arm right off to save me, along with an entire plane-full of people, I thought it was a little one-and-done thing that I'd maybe lose my job over.
Imagine my surprise when I found out precisely how not-done my "one" was. I'll give you one little hint: it involves two pink lines…
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His fingers found the waistband of her panties next. He pulled them away from her and his hand slipped inside. His fingers were thick and powerful, but the skin was smooth. A contradiction, in some senses. He looked like the kind of man whose fingers ought to be rough and calloused.
Those soft fingers worked their way through her pubic hair—hair she would have shaved, if she’d expected anything like this, but the truth was that she hadn’t. Then he found the peak of her womanhood, and probed it gently with the tip of a finger. Tested it. And she found that she wanted him to keep testing. Keep searching. Because if this was what it started off as, then she wasn’t sure where it was going to end up except that it was precisely what she’d been missing out on.
He didn’t stop. His hands kept creeping lower, deeper, until he managed to find her wet, waiting entrance, and he eased one of those thick fingers inside. Lara gasped. Something about the need to be quiet built the whole thing up inside her. The knowledge that there was someone right there only a few feet away, in every direction.
His finger pushed into her deeper. Deeper still. Until it felt like it was all the way inside, filling her up entirely. If this was what a finger was like, what was his cock going to feel like?
He pulled back a little, then pushed in again. His movements were slow and measured. Never fast, never anything but smooth and easy. And yet, Lara could feel an orgasm already starting to build up to a head. He pulled her other nipple into his mouth. This time he didn’t satisfy himself with a soft kiss and a circle of his tongue. His teeth bit in, hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to feel impossibly, wonderfully pleasant, too.
Lara let out a gasp and bit her thumb. It made it easier to stop herself letting out a noise as she felt herself tighten around his finger. As she rode out the waves of an orgasm his finger inside her curled and bent and pressed, still pumping in and out. Searching for the spot inside her that would drive her even more wild. And then he found it.
The orgasm deepened, her pussy squeezing down even harder. Like she was trying to squeeze the life out of the man between her thighs through his fingers. When he withdrew his hand from her panties, it was like losing a friend.
“Turn around,” he whispered into her ear. She did, without really thinking about it. She knew what was coming, but she was in a daze. She didn’t think about the consequences, not any more. She stuck her fist into her mouth to keep quiet, and when he lined himself up with her entrance and then pushed inside, she stifled a moan as best she could…
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He took one ankle in his hands and lifted it over his shoulder...
She felt another shock of pleasure run through her, prolonging the orgasm another precious few seconds as he twitched within her...
I let myself get distracted, and I let myself get distracted by Roy Schafer.
His perfect attitude, his perfect looks, and now, I'm finding out, his perfect career.
Some bastard took my sister from me, and now I have to figure out who did it, and make sure it never happens again. By any means necessary.
But Roy isn't just great at keeping hotel room windows fogged up, he's apparently a cop. Specifically, the cop who took my case away.
Now I'm going to have to find a way to ignore his perfect face, his perfect ass, and his perfect tongue long enough to catch the bastard who took Tasha away from me.
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"I mean, if you're offering, I could just step outside a minute, I'm sure the water is still hot."
She hadn't realized she was getting closer to him, nor him closer to her, until she could feel the hot droplets of water still hanging to his skin starting to sink into her sweater as they stood, her chest pressed against him.
His free hand tested the shape of her cheek, and then she reached up for his lips and they kissed, and Jamelia knew that she was already gone, even if it was only for a little vacation fling.
His other hand wrapped around, taking a grip of her bottom. If she didn't have much pride in her chest, it only made her feel better about the way that men looked at her ass. She liked the feeling of his fingers digging in, and she liked the way that taking the grip brought something out in him, something that made him take the kiss deeper.
"Do you have protection?" He breathed.
"I'm safe," she said. She'd been on B.C. since before she moved to California to help deal with the cramps, and now it seemed like she was the lucky one.
"Are you sure it's okay?"
She pulled away from him for a moment. She could see the hunger in her eyes, but he had asked for this.
"I'm on birth control, I'm clean, I don't—" She blinked, the next part making her stumble a little bit in her quest to get him into bed. "I don't usually do this?"
"Neither do I, but—when in Rome, right?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Roy did as he was told, pulling her up to set her on the counter. The way he did it was like she didn't weigh more than a bowling ball. She scooted her hips up to help him get the sweatpants off, and then he was kissing her again, holding her head up with one hand as his other explored her body.
His dancing fingers found their way to her core, his palm pressing against her mons as his fingers spread her folds and teased the hard, pleasurable nub at the top. A spasm shot through her, shooting her eyes open wide for an instant before she let them slip closed again.
He started to probe her depths, finding them already slick with arousal, and then curled his fingers, stirring up pleasure that Jamelia hadn't felt in any of the exploration she'd done of her own body before.
She tried to catch her breath, tried to regain her composure. Roy added another finger and kept stroking that spot inside her, her body tightening, her back betraying her and offering her breasts to him in spite of her embarrassment.
He let her head down just slowly enough to avoid banging into the mirror behind her, and then yanked her sweater up.
"God, you have great tits," he growled, his voice ragged with arousal.
"No I don't." She could barely get the words out, as his fingers continued to take her breath away from her.
"Shut up," he commanded, and she couldn't argue with him any more. He pulled the orgasm forcibly out of her and left her pooled up on the counter for a moment before wrapping his arms around her and carrying her out of the bathroom and dropping her ass-first onto the bed.
"You're sure about this?"
Jamelia answered by pulling her legs apart a little more for him. He took one ankle in his hands and lifted it over his shoulder, then lined himself up against her waiting lips and slid inside.
God, she hadn't—this was—she couldn't find words to describe any more. She could feel his cock jerk with every deep thrust inside, could feel him hitting her perfectly, deep enough that it almost hurt. His cock stretched her just to the point of pain, the spiral of feelings and emotions driving Jamelia absolutely crazy.
Reason tumbled off a cliff, and the delicious feeling of oblivion right around the corner, about to overtake her, forced her hips to push back against him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the hotel to harmonize with a voice of pleasure that sounded remarkably like her own.
Roy pulled hard on her nipples and hit her again right where she needed it, and then her entire body tensed up as an orgasm ripped through her. She could feel his rhythm getting erratic, as well, as he got close. She could feel him much more closely, now, as her body tried to learn every nook and cranny of his cock in the time it took for her
orgasm to subside.
When he finally slid into her, jabbing against something deep inside her, one last time and started to cum, she felt another shock of pleasure run through her, prolonging the orgasm another precious few seconds as he twitched with each potent, ropy shot of cum.
He looked at her for a long moment before leaning down and kissing her.
"Is it always like that?"
Roy smiled at her. "More or less."
"Can you fit in my suitcase, then? I need to take you home with me."
He moved his still semi-hard cock inside her and stoked the fire inside her that she'd thought had died down after her orgasm.
"No, not quite. But I've still got plenty of time left in the day."
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He made her wriggle beneath his attention...
Hot lips pressed to her calves, kissing up to her knees then her thighs...
He was my future husband, and not by choice.
I hated him more than anyone ever before... so why was he so irresistible?
Just looking at him pissed me off, but I still wanted him. I still needed him.
And then we found out I was going to have a baby!
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Holding her body easily, he brings her into his house and locked the door behind them. “Where to now?”
“Up the stairs,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “To my bedroom.”
“Really?” He asked, surprised.
She nodded. “This isn't going to be a regular thing, so don't get any ideas, but you're my hero tonight. And I think it would do us some good to, you know. Get it over with.”
