“No, nothing like that. I just went out with some guys after work. A long happy hour.”
“Sounds fun.” Diana didn’t do happy hour anymore and the pleasure-seeking part of her soul experienced a small bout of envy.
“I wouldn’t have called, though, if I’d known you’d already put on your jammies and gotten all tucked in to bed.”
She laughed. “I’m not exactly four years old, you know. I don’t have a strict bedtime.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m very aware you’re not a little girl.”
“And just what does that mean?” she asked in a playful tone. Despite talking on the phone a couple of times a week for the past year, not to mention sending lots of e-mail—some of it work-related, some of it chatty—she and Marc had never met.
“I’ve seen your picture on the company website, sweetheart,” he admitted. She’d seen his, too, and found him utterly hot—the best-looking thing in a suit and tie she’d ever laid eyes on.
“And?”
“And…” She could almost hear his playful grin. “I liked what I saw. A lot.”
“What did you like so much?”
“Your gorgeous brown hair with just a hint of auburn, your hazel eyes and creamy skin, and that sexy pinstripe suit you were wearing.”
She let out a small giggle. “You can’t even see my suit below the shoulders in that picture. And besides, I didn’t know pinstripes were sexy.”
“What can I say? Professional women get me hot.”
Diana didn’t reply, just sat up in bed a little and let herself get hot at the knowledge that she wasn’t the only one caught up in a bit of lust here.
“Just please tell me,” he said, “that the skirt is as short as I like to imagine it is.”
She let her voice go a little husky. “Uh, yeah, it is. I’m a short skirt kinda girl.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
But I’m a good girl, too, she reminded herself. Marc had the ability to make her forget herself, the self she intended to be from now on.
“So what kind of pajama girl are you? What are you wearing right now?”
She sucked in her breath—this was starting to get steamy. And was about to get even steamier, she had a feeling. “The white baby-doll tank and panty set from the catalog,” she said, unduly gratified to know he’d be able to picture the skimpy outfit with ease. They were employed by Adrianna, Inc., a maker of fine lingerie and loungewear, and Marc worked on the team that designed and produced the quarterly catalogs.
“Damn, honey—any chance you’re on a cell phone that can send me a picture?”
She laughed. “Even if I was, what makes you think I’d send you one of me in my little nighties?”
His chuckle was rich and full-bodied. “Well, maybe you wouldn’t, not yet. But I bet I could talk you into it.”
“How?”
“That’s for me to know,” he said, then shifted the subject back to her baby-doll tank set. “So, tell me, does the ultra-soft cotton we describe in the catalog feel as good against your skin as we promise?”
She smiled to herself. “Mmm-hmm. Very soft and silky, just like the copy says.”
“And do your nipples show through the white?”
Her breath caught and her cunt turned restless, tickly. “I’ll…have to check on that,” she said, aware her voice had come out more whispery than she’d intended. Getting up, she walked to her dresser and glanced in the mirror. Two dark, sexy shadows puckered against the fabric; her breasts turned heavy. Returning to the bed, she picked up the phone, bit her lip slightly, then answered. “Yes, quite clearly, in fact.”
“Mmm, I bet you’ve got very pretty breasts.”
She wished he could see the come-hither smile she knew she wore. “Well, if I do say so myself…”
He offered a light laugh before getting sexy again. “Are your nipples hard?”
Another quick wave of heat. “Um, yeah. They definitely are.”
“And your pubic hair? Does it show through the white cotton, too?”
What a wicked boy, she thought. And what a wicked girl she was, as well. For the moment, she’d given up trying to fight it. “I don’t have any pubic hair. I keep it waxed off.”
A slightly stunned silence met her ear and she enjoyed it immensely. “All of it?”
“Yeah.”
“God, sweetheart, you just made my dick hard.”
Her voice came breathy, hot. “And you just made my pussy wet.”
Another tense silence—but this one was pure heat, shared across a distance of over two thousand miles.
“Touch it for me,” he whispered. “Will you do that?”
“On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Wrap your hand around your cock for me.”
Undeniable
Delilah Devlin
The best defense is no match for desire this hot…
Dark Frontier, Book 1
Kate McKinnon’s Sanctuary is an island of refuge in a western frontier shrouded in post-apocalyptic chaos. Her only escape from her crushing responsibilities is occasional radio contact with other pockets of survivors. Especially one man whose deep, raspy voice cuts through her exhaustion, straight to her heart. A man whose face she has only imagined.
When she and her ranch hands are surrounded by renegades, she doesn’t recognize the leader of the militaristic band that rescues them, but knows that voice.
Ty Bennett is already half in love with the human woman whose voice haunts his dreams. His impulsive offer to add muscle to the Sanctuary’s defenses is dangerous to them both. Helping her may redeem some of his sins, but proximity only increases his hunger to possess her—body, soul…and blood.
Without hesitation, she welcomes Ty and his men into the Sanctuary…only to discover the reason why they only ride at night. Yet the survival instinct that screams at her to drive them off is no match for Ty’s seductive powers. Or the need for protection from the threat that howls at Sanctuary’s gates.
Warning: Expect a dark, violent world where a vampire driven by uncontrollable lusts strikes a bargain with a strong woman willing to succumb to the carnal pleasures only a vampire can provide.
eBooks are not transferable.
They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement on the copyright of this work.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
577 Mulberry Street, Suite 1520
Macon GA 31201
Undeniable
Copyright © 2011 by Delilah Devlin
ISBN: 978-1-60928-488-6
Edited by Lindsey Faber
Cover by Scott Carpenter
All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: June 2011
www.samhainpublishing.com
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Undeniable Page 9
