Something changes inside me. I should stay quiet and let him leave, but I can’t. “Take responsibility? You don’t know me, mister, don’t judge me.”
Looking over his shoulder, his cold stare meets mine. “I didn’t fuckin’ stutter. Take responsibility. She’s yours. She’s carefree and breathing. Keep her home, keep her dressed, and that’ll keep her carefree and breathing.”
My sister steps into my condo as the stranger makes his way out without ever looking back.
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Excerpt from My Name Is Desire: The Bad Baker Boys: Mark's Story
From Tonya Brooks...
Mark walked over to where Desi sat and asked, “Wanna dance, pretty lady?”
“Luv to,” she agreed and rose a bit unsteadily.
He slid his arm around her waist and led her to the edge of the crowded dance floor. Looking down at her face, he noticed she looked flushed. “Are you all right, Desi?”
“Jus' great,” she said with a dazzling smile.
The glassy eyes assured him that she wasn't. “Have you been drinking?” He asked in surprise.
“'Course not,” she snorted indignantly. “I don' drink.”
Like hell. Mark knew an intoxicated woman when he saw one. “What did you drink?” He demanded with a worried frown.
“Punch,” Desi said and then hiccupped.
Dammit, she'd been in the bowl with alcohol he realized and the frown deepened because he'd been monitoring that one and hadn't seen her come near it. “Who gave you the punch?”
“John.”
“Sonuvabitch,” he muttered angrily. His brother had made numerous trips to the punch bowl.
“Are you mad wif me?” She asked in confusion.
He stared down into her glassy emerald eyes and sighed. “No, I'm not mad,” Mark assured her. “But you drank the punch that had alcohol in it.”
It took a couple of seconds for that to register and when it did, she protested, “John said you made it.”
Ah, hell. Desi had drunk the punch because she knew he wouldn't fix her anything alcoholic. Mark felt as guilty as hell even though he hadn't done a damn thing wrong. Fuck. She had trusted him and now she was drunk because of it. “I'm sorry, honey. John doesn't know you don't drink. I made a batch with alcohol and one without it. He gave you the real deal.”
“S' okay,” she said with a lopsided smile. “I feel won'erful.”
“You do now,” he agreed ruefully and then thought to ask, “How much did you drink?”
“A lot,” she said and laid her head on his shoulder. “Made me thirsty.”
Which was what it was supposed to do, he thought with a sigh of resignation. It was an old bartender’s trick. Make the drinks dry to keep the customers thirsty and coming back for more. “Just don't drink anything else unless I give it to you, okay?”
“'Kay,” she agreed and closed her eyes as she snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Mmm. You smell good 'nuff to eat. Wanna lick ya all over.”
Yeah, she was hammered all right. The fact that the alcohol had removed her inhibitions became glaringly obvious when her hands began to wander all over his body. If she had been sober, he would have loved every fuckin' minute of the delicious torture she was inflicting on him. Since she wasn't, he needed to take control of the situation before it got out of hand.
Knowing that Desi would die of mortification if anyone saw her grabbing his ass, Mark managed to catch her hands in his and tucked them both neatly at the small of her back. He maneuvered them over to the edge of the dance floor while she rubbed her body against his in a seductive manner that had his cock as hard as granite.
When the song ended, Desi lifted her head and opened her eyes. Her hold on Mark tightened and she swayed unsteadily. “Ooh. I don' feel s'good.”
He'd been afraid of that. “Come on,” Mark said as he kept his arm around her waist and led her to his office. He steered her over to the couch and let go of her to put the throw pillows into place. "You need to lie down for a few... holy shit!”
While his back was turned, Desi had unzipped her dress and it was doing a slow slide down her body, revealing every glorious curve his hands ached to touch. The red bustier lifted those glorious breasts up in offering and made her waist impossibly small. The matching scrap of lace at her hips had his cock doing a happy dance in his pants.
"What are you doing?" He demanded in a strangled tone as his eyes raked over every magnificent inch on display.
"Undressin' for bed, silly," she said as if that were perfectly obvious.
Mark knew he had to get the dress back on her, but covering that exquisite body would be like defacing a work of art. Or a sin. Definitely a sin. It was enough to make a grown man cry, and he actually did whimper in something akin to pain. His cock wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea either.
Hands that were expert at disrobing a woman held a noticeable tremble as Mark knelt and grasped the material that had formed a puddle at her feet. He hastily pulled it back up those long luscious legs, over the curve of her hips and into place around the finest rack he'd ever had the pleasure of seeing.
"You really need to keep this on, honey," he assured her huskily as he wrangled the zipper back into place.
"M'kay," Desi agreed amiably and swayed on her feet.
He helped her stretch out on the sofa and she bolted right back up again, a hand pressed to her head. “The rooms spinnin'. Make it stop.”
She needed a strong cup of coffee. “Stay there and I'll be right back,” he ordered gently.
Desi grasped his hand. “Please don' leave me.”
The fear and confusion in her eyes tugged at his protective instincts and he sat down beside her, pulling her trembling body into his arms. “I won't leave you, Desi,” Mark promised and placed a tender kiss to her temple.
* * *
Now that she wasn't moving, the dizziness began to pass and Desi asked somewhat lucidly, “Am I drunk?” She couldn't think of any other reason why she would be so disoriented and feel so strange.
“You are,” he agreed and she groaned.
“Don' like it.”
“The first time is always the worst,” he assured her sympathetically.
“Never gon' do it again,” Desi denied and looked up at him. Without being completely aware of what she was doing, she lifted her hand to caress his cheek. “You're so gorgeous, Mark,” she breathed with a dreamy smile. “I could look at you f'rever.”
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