Burke’s eyes widen. “You don’t remember?”
I bite my lip. “I remember drinking.”
Burke drops my arm and levels the full power of his intense gaze on me. “What did you talk to Carter about last night?”
I swallow. Did I tell him I talked to Carter? How much does he know? I can’t let him know my suspicions about Hope. He’d never let me go, and then I won’t be able to find out the truth. “You. We talked about you.” It is the truth, partially. The subject of Burke came up. “He said you want me to stay. Maybe. Is it true?” I can’t even blink as I watch him. I really want him to say yes, and I really want to find out what happened to Hope. I feel like I’m being pulled in two opposite directions at once.
“I’ve been thinking a bit more about our deadline. But only because I was worried you wouldn’t find Hope in time. Do you have any new leads?”
His words punch me straight in the gut. Of course Burke couldn’t talk about me staying because he genuinely cared about me. This was only about the deal and the case.
“No,” I say frostily.
“Fine.” It doesn’t sound fine. Did I tell him something last night?
“I’m going to see Carter.” I take another step toward the door and Burke is in front of me again, blocking my way. I swear, if he doesn’t stop being enigmatic I’m going to punch him.
“No, you’re not.”
“I need to,” I insist. “I need to talk to him about curtain rods.” I could have said literally anything else, and it would have made more sense than that. What is wrong with me?
“No.” Burke grabs my waist with his big hands. I shiver as his heat hits me. “You’re going to stay right here. With me.”
My body is screaming Yes! but I need to see this through. There are more important things in the world than lust. Burke’s hand trails up and brushes the underside of my breast and I struggle to remember what those important things are. Breathing? Is breathing important?
Burke moves me back toward the bed one sensuously deliberate step at a time.
“I need to go,” I say, but there’s no conviction behind my words. My brain is spinning, rationalizing the delay.
My knees hit the comforter and I tumble back onto the bed. Burke kisses my skin all over, from the undersides of my elbows to the pulse at my wrist then up to the strip of flesh my shirt reveals above my chest.
I tangle my hands in his hair and breathe in the sweet ecstasy. Burke covers me with his body, and everything fades but desire. My jeans come off too easily and my legs part to let him in. He unbuttons and unzips his pants and shoves down his boxer briefs. There’s no foreplay now, no sweet kisses or rough teasing. He pushes my panties aside, and sinks inside me without ceremony. His gaze is intense as he pounds into me as if to remind me exactly who I belong to. Him. Every inch of me, every scream in my throat, every word I know how to say is his.
Burke thrusts into me over and over until I’m clinging to him helplessly, unable to do anything but moan his name. Stars explode behind my eyelids as my orgasm draws him deeper into my body. He fucks into me even harder as he lets loose his own orgasm and spills inside of me with a shout of pleasure.
When he’s done he pulls out of me, leaving me gaping open for his inspection. His gaze rooms over me and I’ve never felt like more vulnerable than I do in this moment. His cum is slick against my thighs, and I gasp for breath, hoping with every sweet pull of air that he’s not done with me yet. I want more. I need more of him, filling me up until I explode with it.
“Burke,” I beg, holding out my hand to him. Something in me needs to be close to him in this moment. To feel the heavy weight of his body, and his heart pounding in time with mine.
“I thought you needed to leave?” He raises an eyebrow.
I shake my head mutely. It’s been weeks already; I can wait another fifteen minutes before I find out something that’s going to shatter my world. I just want fifteen minutes of good before there’s nothing but bad.
“I want to suck you off.” The words excite me. I want to get his cock in my mouth so I can taste myself on him and know that he’s mine just like I’m his.
“Come here.”
I scramble off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him. His cock is huge, but I’m eager to have him filling my mouth. I grip him with both hands and slide my tongue up his length to lick my juices off of him.
Burke groans and buries his hands in my hair. “Sweet Jesus, Lola, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Except I know exactly what I’m doing to him—I’m making him forget everything like I’m making myself forget. I take him deep in my throat before cupping his balls in my hand. He swears as I increase my pace. I give his cock all the attention of my mouth. This time, he’s going to be the one to lose control. I’ll make sure of it. It’s the only thing I can do at the moment to chase away my fears.
I work his cock eagerly, spurred on by every noise he makes.
He murmurs my name, and I know I’ve got him. His seed hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it down as quickly as I can. I wring every drop of pleasure from of him, then fall back onto my ass and catch my breath.
“Was that bad?” I ask.
His silence gives me all the answer I need. I won. I shredded Burke’s control to pieces and made him mine.
I expect him to praise me for my oral skills, but instead, he narrows his eyes.
“Very bad,” Burke growls. I should’ve known he wouldn’t give up that easily. He buries his fingers in my hair and guides me upright. He sits down on the bed and pulls me across his knee. “I’m going to spank you now. And you’re going to think about what you’ve done, making me come down your throat like that when it should have been in your hot little cunt.”
Every thought other than my impending punishment leaves my brain. Before I came to Second Circle, I never would have thought I could enjoy this, but Burke has taught me to enjoy all kinds of things.
His palm cracks across my ass, leaving a heated sting in its wake. I arch into it, wanting more. By the fifth smack all I can think about is the sound of flesh against flesh and how wet I’m getting.
It feels so good to be punished for something I wanted to do. I pushed Burke across a line, and now he’s shifting the balance of power back in his favor.
He’s done after the sixth slap. He rubs my ass tenderly and kisses the back of my neck. “Are you okay?”
I choke on a laugh. I’m hot and panting all over again, but I suppose ‘okay’ will suffice.
“Yes, sir.”
Burke draws me into his arms, and we fall back drowsily on the bed.
Then my phone rings and everything I was trying to forget for a few minutes comes rushing back. Carter. Hope. The case. My throat tightens with panic. Why did I think I could waste time? Hope might not have time.
And yet … I was able to push her aside and get caught up in Burke so easily. What kind of person does that make me? Make him? I’ve always known that Burke is dangerous, but I’ve never really understood it until this moment.
He’s dangerous because I can lose myself in him. Because the intensity of wanting him burns so brightly it can make me forget everything that matters.
There are people who need me. Hope needs me. I’ve already wasted too much time.
I push away from Burke slowly. “I have to go.”
He looks at me with half lidded eyes. “I thought you changed your mind.”
I shake my head. I don’t trust myself to speak anymore. I pick up my clothes and pull them on in a hurry.
“Stay,” Burke orders.
“No.” I grab my phone and purse then shove my shoes onto my feet.
“Lola—”
“I have to go,” I say, the words coming out with more force than any I’d ever spoken to Burke. I take a step back, shocked at my own vehemence. I’m always the collected one, and now Burke has rattled me. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to be the person I used to be again, or if the change he has
wrought on me is permanent.
I reach the door before he can ask me any more questions—and before he can even pull his pants on.
He calls after me to wait, but I slam the door behind me. My entire body is shaking when I hit the elevator. What did I just do? What am I walking into?
Carter is waiting for me when I reach the lounge. “What took you so long? I’ve been trying to call you.”
“We have to go now.” I don’t stop moving and Carter jumps up and falls in behind me.
“Something happen with Burke?”
I can’t begin to explain what’s going on with Burke, so I just shake my head. “You’re showing me what happened to Hope. That’s all I care about right now.”
We get out of the club and into Carter’s car. He still has dark circles under his eyes from last night, but other than that he looks fine. I wonder what hangover concoction he found and if he’d be willing to give me the recipe for next time.
I huddle in my seat as we drive out of town, shivering despite the heat. I’m still afraid of where Carter is going to take me, but I’m too overwhelmed by other emotions to really feel it. I finally tore down Burke’s control, only to discover what the real price of being with him is—me.
If I choose Burke, I’ll be utterly consumed. There will be no Lola left to chase after lost women. I’ll be the one who’s lost.
I shiver again. I can’t deal with how strong my connection to Burke is. I need to get some distance from him to think.
Watching the landscape fly past the window as it changes from city to open country, I wonder again if Carter’s taking me out here for some sinister reason. “How far are we going?”
“Louisiana.”
I start to laugh, then stop. He isn’t joking.
“We’re leaving the state?” My thoughts about him possibly having done something horrible to Hope resurface—and the fact that I don’t know him nearly well enough to decide he had nothing to do with it. If he was really responsible for Hope disappearing, getting in this car could’ve been the last mistake I ever make.
Carter doesn’t answer, and I drop my head against the back of my seat. There’s nothing I can do about it now but trust my gut that Carter won’t hurt me. “We’re not going to be back before lunch, are we?”
* * *
The drive takes six hours. I fall asleep then wake up to nightmares of seeing Hope’s bones in a shallow grave. Carter doesn’t say anything. I wish he’d talk, maybe explain himself, but he doesn’t seem to be in a talking mood.
I could probably get him to talk about Burke, but I don’t want to talk about Burke.
I think about offering to drive some of it, but he seems pretty focused, and I have no idea where we’re going.
I try not to wonder what Burke is doing right now and fall back asleep.
I don’t know what time it is when Carter shakes me awake. My mouth tastes like sandpaper and my head is groggy. I scrub a hand over my face and blink as I look around.
It’s still light out, so it must not be too late. The car is stopped on a driveway in front of a beach house. There’s nothing else around for as far as I can see except sand, sky, and blue ocean with the tide rolling quietly in.
“What the hell? Is this where she died?” I mumble.
“What? Don’t be ridiculous.” Carter pulls on my elbow and drags me out of the passenger seat. Then he goes to the trunk and pulls out a bag.
Oh. Shit.
Did I completely misjudge him? Was my gut totally wrong?
Is this the part where I get chopped up and put in grocery bags? Seagulls cry overhead like they’re just waiting to pick at my remains.
I tense, ready to fight Carter if I have to.
The door to the beach house opens and a woman steps out. Her hair is a brilliant blond and it shines in the sunlight. Her features are delicate, and she shields her wide blue eyes as she looks at us.
“Carter? You brought someone?” She looks straight at me, and I look back at her. She’s so small that the pregnancy bump of her stomach is obvious even in her gauzy beach clothes.
All at once, it clicks together in my head. I recognize this face from the pictures I’ve been spending so long staring at, the videos I’ve watched over and over. It’s Hope. Hope is alive, she’s pregnant, and she’s standing right in front of me.
Blood rushes in my ears, drowning out the sound of seagulls. The sharp scent of sea stings my nostrils. Dizziness sweeps over me. I try to steady myself against the car and Carter catches my elbow.
“Hope,” I say stupidly. “It’s her.”
“It is,” Carter agrees.
Her hair is blond now, but it’s obviously her. “She’s pregnant,” I blurt.
“You need to hear this story,” Carter says grimly, his face sour. He pulls me toward the house that somehow miraculously contains the woman I’ve spent nearly a month looking for, and I stagger in his wake.
Hope smiles and lays a hand against her pregnant belly. “Now that we’ve established who I am, who’s she?”
“I’m Lola,” I say. “And I’ve been looking for you.”
* * *
Filthy Dirty Fate
Coming May 25, 2015
BDSM isn't just about sex, it's about laying yourself bare.
I'm the Dom, and yet with Lola, I've been stripped to the core and my secrets exposed for her to judge.
I've pushed her limits, and now it's time for her to make her choice—can she love both the man and the Dom?
Only that answer will determine our fate.
In this third and final installment of the Filthy Dirty Alpha series, Lola and Burke's passionate relationship is put to the ultimate test.
About the Author
Grace Morgan is a Midwestern girl who kicked off her snow boots and ran west to the land of sunshine and flip flops. You can find her sipping cocktails with her girl posse, going on epically bad blind dates, and pretending to be prim and proper while she dreams up steamy scenes, alpha bad boys, and sassy heroines.
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Wild Lust
Coming summer 2015
Warning: Wild Lust is one hell of a hot, hard ride that may leave you breathless, panting, and begging for more. Dive into the first volume of this steamy new three part series about the sexiest fucking lawyers in the State of Texas. Are you ready to get wild with the men of Wild Crown McDermott West?
Quid pro quo.
Macey Stuart didn’t have to take Latin to know that you never get something for nothing. She makes a deal with the devil to save her family farm, and in the process she steps into Lucifer’s den. But before she makes good on her end of the bargain, she wants one night to just let go completely, and what better place than Second Circle, Austin’s most mysterious sex club?
Everything’s bigger in Texas.
And everything includes Lucas Wild’s sexual appetite. One night at Second Circle with Macey leaves him desperate for more. And if he weren’t about to negotiate the biggest deal of his legal career, he’d track her down and bury himself balls deep in the hottest fuck of his life for a second night. And a maybe a third. And a fourth.
Just when he thinks his mystery woman is a lost cause, fate hands him a second chance, and he’s not about to let her slip away without having her moaning beneath him again.
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