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Night is Darkest

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by Jayne Rylon


  Her brain retorted that she didn’t need anybody to take care of her, but her heart melted. “I don’t like capers. I should have read the menu closer.”

  “My fault, darlin’. You let me order, remember? What else don’t you like?”

  They talked about food while enjoying the incredible dinner, but tension wound higher, subtle at first, but more and more pronounced. She kept jumping every time he moved or spoke, unsure why she was so tense. Her nerves jangled, sensitive to the least signal from him. Pushing his plate away, he stretched out his legs beneath the table, deliberately wide and sprawled so his thigh rubbed hers.

  She moaned softly before she could silence it. The tension mounted, thick and oppressive, matching the darkening storm in his eyes.

  Finally, he leaned over and breathed into her ear. “I think it’s time to give you that extra credit.”

  Startled, she glanced around the restaurant, but nobody sat close enough to hear. The alcove was dark and made for lovers. Surely he wouldn’t— “What, here?”

  “Yes, here.”

  The waiter brought a thick slice of death-by-chocolate layered cake. Conn loaded the fork and fed her bite by bite, his eyes locked on her mouth. Every few bites, he put the empty fork in his mouth and licked it clean. His eyes blazed. From the chocolate? Or her taste?

  She tried to quell the heat spreading through her. “Don’t I get to feed you?”

  One corner of his mouth quirked. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Leaning down, he licked her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. Just a nibble, but she jolted with surprise just the same. He slid his arm behind her, his palm sliding hot down her right arm. His body heat seared her left side, back, and thigh. Sitting in public, she felt covered by him, possessed by his little touches and potent stares. It was odd, terrifying, and thrilling at the same time.

  How far would he go? How far would she let him go? In public?

  As she lifted the fork to his mouth, her hand shook. She put the empty fork in her mouth as he’d done, and he rumbled with approval. “Do you taste me, darlin’?”

  Maybe it was her imagination, but she did taste just a hint of that sultry darkness of the mastery of his mouth. Shivers took hold deep in the pit of her stomach. Tightening her thighs together, she closed her eyes, trying to calm the roaring desire.

  “Put the fork down.” He whispered the words against her ear, but she recognized it as an order. Silverware clattered against the dessert plate. He breathed deeply against her ear, his breath warm and moist. With his left hand, he slowly turned her head toward him.

  Wildly, her gaze flickered about the room. Was anyone watching? Did she care?

  Smoldering with heat, he stared deeply into her eyes, drowning her with his will, his control. Tension mounted, his gaze a physical touch sliding down to her mouth. Lazily, he let his gaze drop lower, and her breasts burned to feel his touch, to feel the heat of his mouth, the stroke of his tongue. Trembling, she made a soft noise, desperate and needy yet so afraid she’d embarrass herself.

  His gaze worked back up to her mouth. Her lips fell open; she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t stop her tongue from wetting her lips in invitation, either. He lifted his gaze to hers and she sucked in a deep breath, bracing for attack.

  Tilting her head just so, he slanted his mouth across hers. His tongue slid deep, conquering and claiming every inch of her. This was no little torment or play; this was total domination. His mouth took hers, his tongue thrusting like his body would, not fast, not unsure, but deep and steady, demanding thrusts which left her no defense. One, two, and she quivered, crying out softly into his mouth as climax roared through her. Her hands scrambled on the table, her body shaking against his. She finally got one hand under the table, her left, and reached for his groin.

  He made a rough sound against her lips, his hips jerking, thrusting his erection firmly into her palm. God, he was big and hard, swelled against those black jeans. Her body tightened down all over again, aching to feel him sliding inside, claiming her as his mouth had just done.

  Releasing her mouth, he bent his head and lightly kissed her shoulder. The waiter approached with their ticket, so Conn gently peeled her hand off him, placing a kiss in her palm. She could only sit there, panting quietly, trying not to rub herself all over him. She’d just climaxed in the middle of a busy restaurant. From a kiss. Had anybody noticed? Torn between embarrassment and need, she kept her gaze down.

  Her hard nipples were very, very prominent against the thin white of the dress. She crossed her arms, hoping the waiter didn’t get an eyeful. Noticing her discomfort, Conn slipped his leather jacket around her shoulders. The coat was heavy around her, smelling incredibly of leather and him. Wrapped in that coat, she fought not to rub her face against it and see if she could come again.

  Can one man satisfy Alexa’s appetites? Or will it take two?

  Nice and Naughty

  © 2008 Jayne Rylon

  After a disastrous lesson in heartache, Alexa Jones confines her adrenaline rushes to intense boardroom negotiations. Her legendary control cracks and she indulges in a high-octane encounter on the hood of her sports car. She never planned to see the enticing stranger again. When she finds herself across the boardroom table from him, there’s suddenly more at stake than just her career.

  Justin Winston got more than he bargained for on his summer drive, but he should have known nothing is ever that easy. He’s met the woman of his dreams yet he doesn’t know who she is. Luckily, he can always count on his practical brother for the things that matter, and this time is no exception. But, when a web of corporate espionage entangles them all, it’s clear Justin isn’t the only one who’s fallen for their mysterious siren.

  In Justin and Jason, Alexa finds something as unique and rare as the patent they will risk their lives to secure. The freedom to explore—and satisfy—the full range of her desires. From naughty to nice. Can Alexa accept the love of two men?

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Nice and Naughty:

  “Kiss me,” she demanded.

  He didn’t need to be told twice. With a low groan, he closed the narrow gap between them, sealing his mouth over hers. He dropped the hood in place and put his hand to better use, wrapping it around her hip, yanking her tight against the hard plane of his chest. His height made Alexa strain on tiptoes to return his kiss. Eager to help, he tucked his other hand around her thigh, just beneath the curve of her ass, and hoisted her up higher on his body.

  Even as he bit at her lips, the growing evidence of his desire prodded the fly of her shorts. The denim she wore couldn’t prevent the thick ridge of his dick from imprinting the soft curve of her belly as it filled with each rapid beat of his heart, pressing into her. She squirmed against him, instinctively aligning them so her pussy rubbed against the bulge in his jeans.

  They fit perfectly together.

  Her hands tangled in his hair, loving the way the silky strands teased the sensitive crevices between her fingers. She kneaded his scalp, urging him to take her mouth deeper. His head angled over hers, intensifying the kiss as his tongue lashed playfully against the seam of her lips. She drew it inside her mouth and sucked. He tasted like peppermint.

  She moaned with regret when he pulled away.

  “I’m going to set you on the hood.” He rumbled in her ear in between nibbles of her neck.

  “No! Wait.”

  Though he looked disappointed, he stopped without hesitation.

  The heat suffusing her face highlighted her discomfort with being so brazen. “I…I don’t want to scratch the paint. Take my shorts off first.”

  Strained laughter burst from his chest. It transformed his features from rugged to unbearably handsome.

  “Honey, you’re my every fantasy.”

  Kneeling in front of her, he flipped up the hem of her shirt to place hungry kisses on her stomach as he unbuttoned her cutoffs. He lowered them down her legs, following the fabric with his mouth, kissing a trail
of fire down her inner thighs.

  Alexa shuddered when work-roughened hands grabbed her ass and placed her on the car like some erotic hood ornament. Guiding her feet, he rested them on the front fender, straddling his torso. Her arms fell back, braced behind her. Although the metal warmed her skin, bare now except for the sexy thong she wore, the shade kept it from burning her.

  His hands ran up her abdomen, pushing the halter top higher to expose her breasts. She would have begged him to touch her but he seemed to know exactly where and how she wanted to be stroked. One of his hands cupped a breast while his tongue laved the aching center of the other. With the side of his face tucked against her skin, which glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, he looked up.

  The desire burning in his eyes matched the lust roaring inside her. Their gazes locked. He waited for her to take the next step.

  “More,” was all she could say.

  “Yes.” His hands raked down her torso, fingers grazing each rib with tantalizing precision. When they feathered over her abdomen, her muscles reflexively tightened. Alexa wasn’t sure who moaned when the contraction caused the arousal building inside her to flow out onto her pussy lips, soaking the tiny cotton band tucked between her legs.

  She thought she heard a gruff, muffled curse just before he tugged the strip of her underwear to the side and buried his face between her legs. Then she didn’t care. The combination of her copious fluids and the heat of his mouth against her shaved mound wiped away everything else. When his tongue dipped between her labia to circle her clit she almost came on the spot. His enthusiastic lapping drew out her arousal, which he devoured as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste.

  Pleasure flowed from his skilled mouth directly into her veins. With her head tilted back, her half-closed eyes facing the fluffy clouds in the perfect blue sky, she concentrated on the intoxicating way he manipulated her flesh and didn’t notice his hand moving until the blunt tip of his finger tested her dripping pussy.

  She moaned and thrust her hips at his seeking hand. He worked her open, dipping in further each time he drove the digit inside. When his finger tunneled within her, palm facing upwards, he curled the long length until it pressed against her G-spot. The sensation overwhelmed her with pleasure. This man had moves she had only read about.

  Hovering on the edge of an orgasm, she shrieked. Mistaking the cry of pleasure for surprise or pain, he paused, keeping her climax just out of reach. In that moment of clarity, she craved more. Having the most amazing orgasm of her life no longer seemed like enough.

  “I want you inside me. Now.”

  It may not have been the most graceful move she ever saw, but he somehow managed to balance her thighs on his shoulders while he ripped his wallet from his back pocket. He retrieved a condom before dropping the billfold on the ground, unconcerned about the rest of the contents. With one hand, he got the button of his jeans undone and the fly spread open. The other hand shoved his pants and dark gray briefs out of the way, allowing him to thread the most magnificent cock she’d ever seen through the opening of his leather chaps.

  As he rolled the condom over his raging hard-on, he stepped between her legs and claimed her mouth. This kiss was a thousand times more potent than the first, so stimulating it shocked her. Unrestrained now, he possessed her with a natural dominance that coerced her body to bow even closer to his. While he claimed her mouth, he massaged her clit. The contrast of his harsh kiss and tender teasing had her writhing beneath him.

  “Now. Please, now.”

  His knees bent forward, resting on the edge of the hood, and the head of his cock notched against her a moment before he thrust, driving his broad shaft a few inches inside her tight, clinging sheath. Her arms came up, banding around his solid back.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He groaned. “I’m not going to last.”

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