Forbidden Pleasure
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I grimaced at the relief that shot through me, and signed.
She took the pen and inserted her name.
Lily Angela Gracen.
I stared at the name, searched the corners of my mind and came up empty as the guy witnessed the document.
As she walked him to the door I allowed myself a second, more intimate look.
Hell, she was stunning.
No one deserved to be stalked, online or in real life, but fuck, looking at her, I understood why she could become an object of some psycho’s obsession.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I froze, rejecting the idea of her being in danger, even while my cock stirred to life, excited by the magnificent vision crossing the room toward me.
She moved with understated but sexy awareness, a woman who acknowledged her considerable attributes but didn’t need to flaunt them. A woman who knew the power of those curvy hips, her plump lips and generous breasts.
Despite her combat boots adding a couple of inches to her height, she barely came up to my chest. Petite, perfectly proportioned, she was the epitome of a filthy, decadent Pocket Venus.
She probably weighed no more than a hundred and ten pounds. On a good day I bench-pressed twice her weight. My mind reeled with images of how she would feel in my arms.
Easily pinned against a wall, her naked, delicious weight trapped between my greedy hands.
Easily tied down to a bed with silk ropes if that was her thing, her skin flushed pink as she straddled the fine line between preorgasmic tension and a screaming climax.
Easily subdued and tossed into the back of a van by some unhinged asshole with entitlement issues.
I yanked myself away from lurid sexual scenarios and adjusted my stance to ease the constriction in my pants as the most gorgeous creature I’d seen in a long time stopped before me.
“Who was he?” I nodded at the door.
“He came with the house rental. I asked him to stick around to witness the document.”
“Okay, now that I’ve signed your document, let’s start again. I’m Caleb Steele. Fixer.”
She stared at the hand I held out. “Lily Gracen, chief coder for Sierra Donovan Media.”
Despite what was happening to her, she had more than a little sass. And if she was a coder, she had brains, too. A lethal combination on any given day. Packaged in that body, I got the strongest suspicion I was in for an exhilarating ride.
After several moments she took my hand.
The second I felt the warm sizzle of her flesh, experienced an extra shot of testosterone through my system and watched her eyes widen in mutual acknowledgment of the rush, I accepted my reality. Signed NDA or not, the unholy fire spreading through my bloodstream had only one destination.
I was going to cross a helluva lot of lines, all of which started and ended with one fact.
I was going to fuck Lily Angela Gracen.
Copyright © 2018 by Zara Cox
ISBN-13: 9781488082627
Forbidden Pleasure
Copyright © 2018 by Taryn Leigh Taylor
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