Everything Bared (Six-Alarm Sexy)

by Cayne, Kristine

  EVERYTHING BARED

  Two polar opposites—she’s kinky, he’s uptight—discover they share a taboo desire that may destroy both their futures.

  Firefighter Dani Harris has always wanted a family, but doesn’t think it’s possible because of her demanding, high-stakes career. Her sex life is as high-adrenaline as her job, and that’s just one more thing that makes her unsuitable to be a wife and mother. Her secret kink—exhibitionism—has gotten in the way of more than one relationship. Will she ever find a man who not only shares her wild fantasies, but loves her for them?

  Burdened with ensuring the success of the struggling family business, William Caldwell IV needs a wife suited for a CEO—one with money and connections, who can manage his busy social life and raise their 2.5 children. He’s got everything all mapped out, but when he meets Dani, a woman who’s every kind of wrong, she taps into desires he’s only half-recognized and long-suppressed. Suddenly his carefully crafted five-year plan feels as confining as a straightjacket.

  As Dani and Will’s sexual experimentation escalates, they test the limits of polite society by baring all and risking exposure—an exposure that could cost them their reputations and careers.

  PRAISE FOR KRISTINE CAYNE

  “EVERYTHING BARED is a delicious and edgy walk on the wild side of beautifully crafted erotica. Another 5-star achievement from gifted writer Kristine Cayne!”

  —Laura Taylor, 6-Time Romantic Times Award Winner, 2-Time Maggie Award Winner, & RWA RITA Finalist

  “Highly flammable and unforgettable. My favorite erotic romance of the year. Cayne’s debut erotic romance was impossible to put down.”

  —MsRomanticReads Romance & Erotica Book Reviews on Under His Command

  “A Romantic BDSM story, Kristine Cayne’s erotica debut hits all the right spots and set them on fire.”

  —Provocative Pages on Under His Command

  “This baby gives new meaning to the word HOT! Insanely creative, toe curling and to top that, an amazing story as well! If this is Kristine’s first erotic romance, imagine what she’ll think of next!”

  —Jackie Munoz on Under His Command

  “Loved it! Really, really enjoyed this and I hope there are many more hot firefighter stories in what looks like a very promising series!”

  —Laci Paige, author of the Silken Edge novels, on Aftershocks

  “Stock up on ice cubes because this is definitely one sizzling debut…. As rich as a white chocolate cheesecake, Cayne’s entrance into the suspense genre is invigorating, explosive and simply intoxicating….”

  —RT Book Reviews, 4½ stars, Top Pick! on Deadly Obsession

  “This is a read that will have you staying up late to not only enjoy Alyssa and Rémi’s out of this world chemistry, but so see what lengths some will go to in order to preserve what they feel is right.”

  —Night Owl Reviews, 4.5 Stars, Top Pick! on Deadly Addiction

  “...Cayne creates an entertaining tale, packed with distinctive characters and a suspenseful storyline.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Deadly Addiction

  Other Books in the Six-Alarm Sexy Series

  Aftershocks (Prequel)

  Under His Command (Book One)

  Everything Bared (Book Two)

  Lover on Top (Book Three) – coming winter 2014

  Bundles and Print

  Six-Alarm Sexy, Volume One

  (Aftershocks and Under His Command)

  EVERYTHING BARED

  SIX-ALARM SEXY

  BOOK TWO

  KRISTINE CAYNE

  Copyright © 2013 Kristine Cayne

  Excerpt from Deadly Obsession © 2012 Kristine Cayne

  Excerpt from Malavita © 2013 Dana Delamar

  All rights reserved.

  Book cover design by Judi Fennell, 2013

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  Cover image licensed from Jenn LeBlanc / Illustrated Romance, 2013

  http://illustratedromance.com

  ISBN (ebook): 0989197018

  ISBN-13 (ebook): 978-0-9891970-1-4

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I’ve always admired the strength and courage it takes to be a firefighter, but I also wanted to acknowledge the hardships that come with such a dangerous profession. I believe the Six-Alarm Sexy series does just that.

  To my patient husband for encouraging me to continue pursuing my dream even when giving it up would make our lives easier. And to my children for sharing my new love of “Supernatural.” It’s been a blast watching the past seven seasons over summer break with you.

  To Dana Delamar for being the best damn critique partner and editor a girl could have. I especially thank you for keeping a straight face even when William’s dirty talk was at its worst.

  To Kyle Moore, Public Information Office for the City of Seattle Fire Department, Captain Brian Maier Recruit Coordinator for the City of Seattle Fire Department, and the Seattle Fire Department’s Technical Rescue Team for answering all my questions regarding search-and-rescue and firefighting techniques in industrial settings. The fire rescue scene in this book would have been hilariously inaccurate without your help. Stay safe!

  To Michelle, Patty, Natalie for being fabulous alpha and beta readers. Your insights and suggestions made this a stronger book. I can’t thank you enough!

  To my amazing Street Squad, especially Lieutenants Allyson and Patty. You keep me inspired with your hot photos, and revive my flagging determination with your happy thoughts and encouragement.

  To Laura Taylor for your friendship, faith, and generosity. The Internet has allowed us to know each other, but I hope to see your warm smile in person someday.

  Last but definitely not least, to all my readers who are enjoying this peek into the secret lives of the firefighters of station 44. Your support allows me to bring to life my heroes and heroines. I have many more exciting erotic romances planned for these brave men and women; all I need is for you to join me in this ride.

  Chapter 1

  Dani Harris squirmed on the seat of her ancient Honda Civic and tried to get comfortable. A feat that was almost impossible given the rising morning heat and the sun burning into her eyes despite the stupid cardboard sunshade she’d been forced to buy or go blind. Coco whined from her bed on the back seat. Eyes closed, Dani reached back and patted the lab’s leg. “It’s okay, girl. Just give me a few hours to rest, then we’ll spend the day at the beach.”

  Coco snorted but settled down. After a jaw-cracking yawn, Dani let herself drift. God, she was tired. Usually, she was able to catch a few hours shut-eye at the station, but last night’s shift had been a nightmare, with barely a few minutes between calls. When it wasn’t a warehouse fire, it was a car accident. They’d even had to rescue some drunken idiot who’d fallen off the pier. She filled her lungs then exhaled, pushing out all that stress and emotion. I
n her mind, the dream formed.

  A spotlight snapped on, bathing her in a harsh white light. Perched on a low wooden chair, she took in the small round platform beneath it, and the dozen shuttered openings surrounding her. Each was no more than a couple square feet in size and close enough for her to touch if she stretched out her arm. A pulsing beat filled the space and her body.

  A man’s low, smooth voice broke in. “Begin.”

  Begin what? Where was she? That’s when she noticed her clothes. Or rather her lack of them. A black corset laced up her abdomen and tied between her breasts, and sheer boy shorts barely hid her important bits. Garters tied to the corset held up silky thigh-highs. All things considered, it was a pretty sexy get-up, though far more modest than what she usually wore when she went to her favorite fetish parties. Is that where she was now? At a sex club?

  When the platform began to rotate, she shifted and her foot hit something on the floor. Beside the chair was a basket full of toys. Sex toys.

  One of the shuttered windows slowly slid open. In the near darkness, she could make out the broad-shouldered shape of a man.

  Not toys. Props.

  This was a peepshow. And she was the star attraction.

  Her nails dug into her thighs as she tried to figure out if she was awake or asleep. Was she dreaming? If so, her subconscious was a right bitch to play with her fantasies like this.

  The music cut out again. “Is there a problem, princess?”

  That voice. It sounded so familiar, but not. She swallowed and shook her head. Since she was here, she might as well enjoy herself.

  The platform had gone a full circle and she was once again facing the open square. With her eyes on the shape within, she raised one leg, pointing her toes in the ridiculously high heels, before sweeping her leg to the side and giving the man—customer?—an unobstructed view of her lace-covered pussy. The stranger’s eyes on her sent heat between her legs, and the delicious sensations had her gritting her teeth to hold back her moans.

  The shutter of a window behind her slid up. She brought her foot to the floor and leaned back to smile at the newcomer. Make that newcomers. Based on the outlines she could see, there were at least two people in that booth. Hopefully, they’d enjoyed the flash of cleavage she’d given them.

  The man’s voice filled the small room yet again. “Start stripping. We want to see more of you.” This time the smoothness of his tone was gone, replaced with something rougher. Lust.

  Her belly clenched with excitement and arousal. She looked around, then up. Where was he? He had to be watching her, but from where? A booth? If he was, he’d better grab his hat—or better yet, his cock—because she planned on giving him the show of a lifetime.

  She stood, and with her feet spread wide, she wrapped her fingers around the back of the chair and bent over at the waist. Then she began to move. Her body undulated, her ass clenching and unclenching. She dropped her shoulders to glance back between her legs and licked her lips. Slowly.

  Snap. Snap.

  Two more windows opened.

  Straddling the chair, she whipped her hair back, arching so her breasts jutted forward. She captured each in one hand and squeezed.

  Snap.

  The first window closed.

  Row by row, she unlaced the front of the corset, but just enough to free her breasts. From their shelf on the half-open corset, they appeared ripe and ready. Her nipples begged to be pinched. Who was she to deny them?

  Snap.

  The first window reopened and the broad-shouldered figure reappeared. Awareness surged in her veins. He was focused on her completely, giving her a thrill, a jolt of adrenaline, a sexual high like no other. After licking the index fingers of each hand, she wet her rigid nipples, circling, then pinching. Her pussy vibrated in response.

  She continued to knead her breasts as the platform completed a rotation. All the windows were open. A full house. With a grin, she finished unlacing the corset and let it drop to the floor. Stripped down to her boy shorts, garters, and stockings before all these people, she felt beautiful and free. Gloriously sexual.

  Her hands moved over her chest, her neck, into her hair. She leaned against the back of the chair and spread her thighs. Having all those eyes on her, on her pussy, made her belly spasm, and she could smell her own arousal. She pushed down the waistband of the boy shorts and slid a finger through her juices.

  Several windows snapped shut, but within seconds, they all reopened. Her show was a hit.

  After unclipping the garters, she wiggled the boy shorts off her hips and down her legs. Free at last, she turned and knelt on the chair, lifting her ass to the windows behind her. Those in front were treated to her swaying breasts.

  With her juices sealing her thighs together, she couldn’t believe the charge she was getting from this. It felt very real, but in a rational part of her brain, she hoped it wasn’t. What kind of person got off on exposing herself to strangers this way? She should be embarrassed, ashamed even.

  But the truth was—she was getting off on it. Already she could feel the buzz of an orgasm building in her belly.

  She slipped her knees off the chair, straddling it, but not sitting down. She used her hands on the back of the seat to balance herself and trapped her breasts between her arms. With her eyes on the window in front of her, she licked the top of each breast.

  Heat drilled into her ass from behind where she could sense the broad-shouldered man’s gaze on her. Her pussy clenched with need. The need to be filled. The need for release. Should she use a toy? Could she go that far with people watching her? She’d had sex in the fetish clubs before, but this seemed different. Much different.

  Over her shoulder, she saw the man’s window closing. Desperation gripped her. She had to see his face. Did she know him? Was he the owner of the voice? The voice that seemed so familiar even though she couldn’t place it.

  Throwing herself backward, she flattened her cheek against the window, managing a glimpse before it closed with a bang.

  But she’d seen enough of the man’s square jaw, crystal blue eyes, and chestnut brown hair to know exactly who he was.

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  All the windows snapped shut. The music stopped and the lights turned off. In the dark, the voice, now hoarse and raw, said, “We’re done here, Danielle.”

  She knew exactly who the voice belonged to, who the chiseled jaw and blue eyes belonged to: William Caldwell IV.

  Fuck.

  Bang! Bang! “K9, wake up!”

  What the hell? Dani opened her eyes, disoriented and confused. Coco lunged between the seats to perch on her lap as she barked at the window, her tail wagging in welcome. Jamie.

  Muffling a groan, Dani opened the door to let Coco out, then did a quick check to make sure her clothes were all in the right place before following the dog. “Hey, LJ. Heading home?”

  “Yeah. What are you still doing here?”

  She crossed her arms and looked away. It was bad enough her boss had caught her sleeping in her car, fantasizing about his brother. There was no need to add to her humiliation.

  “Tell me what’s going on.”

  When she turned to face him, the hard set of his jaw told her he wasn’t going to let this drop. “My apartment sustained some damage from the earthquake. It’s being renovated and reinforced. Until the work is finished, I can’t live there.”

  His blue eyes, so like his brother’s, bore into her. “Where’ve you been staying since then?”

  “Mostly here. But now that we’re back on regular rotation, Coco and I have been hanging out at the park.”

  “And you’re sleeping in your car? Shit. Why didn’t you say something? And what about your sister or your mom? Can’t you stay with one of them?”

  “Monica is really allergic to dogs. I’m talking anaphylactic shock. And my mom? I tried that. It lasted a day.” She loved her mother, but the constant nagging and harping about her job, her lack of kids, and the misguided worries about h
er sexual orientation were just—no. She shook her head. “I’d rather sleep under a bridge than spend another night there.”

  “How long until you can move back home?”

  “A month or so.”

  “This isn’t healthy for you or Coco. There has to be a better solution than living in your car.”

  She crouched down to pet her dog and laughed when Coco licked her face. Yep. They were two of a kind. She didn’t need anyone else. “You should go home to Erica and that precious little girl of yours. Coco and I will be fine. We always are.”

  Jamie squatted and scratched Coco behind the ears. “Well, for now you’re coming home with me. Erica would kill me if she found out I’d left you here. And Chloe will love the chance to play with Coco.”

  “I can’t stay with you, Jamie. We’re friends and all, but you’re still my boss.”

  Coco whined when Jamie stopped scratching her, his hand frozen. Dani caught the gleam in his eye. “Come home with me for the day,” he said. “I’ve got the perfect solution. First, you’ll sleep, then after supper, I’ll take you to your new home.”

  Oh no. It was never good when Jamie got that look. “Whatever it is you’re thinking, stop,” she said, her voice stern.

  He pushed to his feet, a grin cracking his face. “Trust me.”

  William Caldwell threw his keys onto the new granite kitchen counter and loosened his tie with a sharp tug. The meeting with the company’s union leader had been a bitch, sapping all his energy. He believed in the value of unions, but he also believed that Stephen Torval was a dick. The man flat out refused each and every concession William offered the union members on behalf of Caldwell Fine Furnishings.