by Shayla Black
He hurries my loss of sanity with a thumb over my clit. “Come for me. Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes, just like—”
I can’t hear the rest over the pounding of my heart. I tense and cry out as I feel the storm gathering between my legs and need tearing through my veins. It spills over and sends me skyrocketing to an ecstasy where I’m only aware of pleasure and Hayden deep inside of me providing it. It jolts me. I shudder, disintegrating before him, and scream my throat raw until a heavy roll of satisfaction hits me and I feel utterly boneless.
A split second later, he tosses me on my back again, jackhammers into me as if he can’t fill me deep or fast enough, then an animal growl rips from his throat as he impales me with one last powerful thrust, shudders, and floods my womb with his hot seed.
The moment is perfect, powerful, profound—and far more amazing than any teenage fantasy I ever had about making love with Hayden Hughes.
A moment later, he catches his breath and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Feel good, princess?”
“Yeah.”
“Happy?”
I smile. “Yeah.”
He shoots me a sly grin. “Is that token you gave me good for more than one ride?”
The curl of my mouth turns naughty. “It’s good for the whole night.”
“Hallelujah. How about we break out the bubbly, I slip that engagement ring on your finger, then you can spread your legs for me again so I can make you deliciously sore and ensure you look well fucked tomorrow when I marry you?”
There’s my Hayden—audacious and challenging and perfect for me.
I wriggle under him, earning a hiss, then whisper in his ear, “I can’t think of anything I want more.”
4
Hayden
I’m in heaven.
Six days ago, Perrie came home, “fiancé” in tow, and forced to me re-examine my feelings for my best friend’s sweet, virginal daughter. Thank god I don’t have to fantasize anymore what being deep inside Perrie is like. After last night, she’s all woman—my woman. And as she walks down the aisle to me, looking stunning in a simple white satin floor-length sheath with lace insets along the back and the thigh-high slit, I could swear she’s glowing even more than usual.
Fingers crossed she’s pregnant.
Yeah, maybe it’s wishful thinking, but the notion makes me pretty damn ecstatic.
“I’ve never seen either of you look so happy,” Dan murmurs in my ear as he stands beside me.
“Thanks for being my best man.”
He nods. “Happy to. I’m honored to be beside you both as you become man and wife.”
“Will I be returning the favor soon?” I look at Hannah in the front row. “My sister looks teary-eyed…and she’s wearing a rock on her left hand that didn’t used to be there.”
“I proposed last night. She said yes. We’re going to Vegas next weekend.”
“Perrie and I will be there.”
Dan claps me on the back and falls silent as my bride glides toward me. I have eyes only for her. And a full heart that belongs to her alone.
Finally, she reaches the front of the aisle. Beside her, Derek—who barely made it in time for the ceremony—lifts her veil and kisses her on the forehead. “Be happy, darling.”
“I will.” She glances at me with love in her eyes before regarding her friend one last time. “You find your person and be happy, too, huh?”
He nods, then takes his seat in the front row. On the other side of the altar stands one of her former college roommates I managed to fly in at the last minute so Perrie would have someone she adores to stand up with her. And the way she and Derek are eyeing one another tells me that neither will be spending the night alone.
I tuck a finger under Perrie’s chin. “You ready to become Mrs. Hughes?”
“Yes. Come on, slowpoke. Let’s get hitched.”
“Slowpoke?” I raise a brow at her. “Who managed to bring your maid of honor in from Connecticut in less than twenty-four hours? And get us a last-minute marriage license on Saturday morning?”
“You,” she concedes, then glances down at the two-carat cushion-cut diamond with surrounding halo I picked out yesterday morning, determined to make her my wife. “And you’ve made me the happiest woman.”
“I’m going to keep doing that for the rest of your life.”
“And I’ll make you the happiest man, I promise.” She smiles, then whispers my way as we face the officiant. “You know I never break my promises.”
I know. And as I promise to love, honor, and cherish Perrie for the rest of my life, I figure she’ll learn soon enough that I don’t break my promises, either.
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The End
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NAUGHTY LITTLE SECRET
by Shayla Black
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Her boss. Her friend. Her secret lover?
After divorcing her never-home husband, Lauren Southall plucked up her courage, dusted off her power suits, and returned to corporate life. Two years later, there’s just one six-foot three, testosterone-packed problem: her ex-husband’s good friend and her current boss, Noah Reeves. Lauren aches for him. But she can’t possibly measure up to the silicone-packed professional cheerleaders he dates. So she hides her desire behind a professional persona and fantasizes.
For ten years, Noah Reeves has waited to make Lauren his. Once her divorce was final, he tracked down and hired the brilliant, dedicated woman. But when he’s with her, it isn’t spreadsheets and profit margins on his brain. Problem is, she’s never seen him as anything but her ex-husband’s pal. Now that she’s finally a free woman and with him 40+ hours a week, well… he’d love to persuade her to throw in her nights and weekends. So Noah decides to romance her by day. By night, he becomes a mysterious stranger devoted only to her pleasure…and discovers she’s hiding a naughty little secret of her own.
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EXCERPT
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“Lauren?”
His voice haunted her… So deep it vibrated inside her, heating her libido up faster than anything requiring batteries. Low and controlled, like he was murmuring to a lover, making sure she knew everything he planned to do to her body. She could hear him now in her head.
I’m going to strip you down to your skin, sugar, and kiss you until you can’t remember taking a breath you don’t share with me. Then I’m going to test just how wet you are. With my tongue. Before I spend the night inside you, making you scream my name…
“Lauren?”
Oh, the man could make her wet with a simple hello. His killer voice had a hint of gruffness that suggested he was coming off an all-nighter of sweaty, amazing sex.
Then again, maybe he was…with one of the endless string of twenty-something Barbie dolls he dated.
“Lauren?”
She blinked, coming back to his cluttered office and her hour-old coffee. The recurring fantasies of Noah Reeves had to stop. She wasn’t his type—at all. At thirty-six, Lauren had given up on Miss Clairol and let her faux golden streaks turn a natural honey. Her infrequent trips to the gym probably weren’t enough to keep her ass from spreading.
She sighed. Somehow, in the last ten years, she felt as if she’d become Barbie’s frumpy Aunt Gertrude.
Men like Noah didn’t desire Gertrude. She needed a serious reality check if she thought for an instant that he’d seen her as anything but an employee for the past year. To him, she was just a staff manager for the growing chain of upscale steakhouses he owned in Dallas with four other men.
And his old buddy’s ex-wife.
Too bad she was having a damn hard time thinking of him as anything other than a fantasy.
She glanced again at Noah. One little
peek couldn’t hurt, right?
Big mistake. Sin on two legs. Calendar hunky with spiked dark hair, eyes somewhere between blue and gray, ruthlessly carved cheekbones, and shoulders so wide they induced drool. The whispered rumors about him did nothing to cool her down. She’d heard the man was a serious powerhouse in bed—big, built, and not afraid to use every inch God gave him. Dominant. Noah was seriously hot.
Once. Just once, she’d like to know what it was like to get down and dirty with a man like him. Wine-drenched fantasies of Noah ordering her to the bed, demanding she spread her legs, then becoming master of all he surveyed… Lauren could get off to that vision in about three minutes. She’d timed it.
And if she didn’t stop mooning over her boss and start focusing on her job, she was going to be unemployed.
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MORE THAN WANT YOU
More Than Words Series, Book 1
By Shayla Black
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I hired her to distract my enemy. Now I'm determined to have her for my own.
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I’m Maxon Reed—real estate mogul, shark, asshole. If a deal isn’t high profile and big money, I pass. Now that I’ve found the property of a lifetime, I’m jumping. But one tenacious bastard stands between me and success—my brother. I’ll need one hell of a devious ploy to distract cynical Griff. Then fate drops a luscious redhead in my lap who’s just his type.
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College senior Keeley Kent is broke enough to accept a pretty penny while I teach her to be Griff’s perfect girlfriend. But somewhere between the makeover and the witty conversation, I’m having trouble resisting her. The quirky dreamer is everything I usually don’t tolerate. But she’s beyond charming. I more than want her; I’m desperate to own her. I’m not even sure how drastic I’m willing to get to make her mine—but I’m about to find out.
EXCERPT
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“Well, Maxon Reed, are you going to stand there all night or kiss me in the moonlight?”
The second I get the green light, my tolerance for banter flies out the window. I become a hunter who’s just settled on his prey of choice, and I’m looking forward to fully sating my hunger.
I don’t bother with words. Instead, I take the bottle from her hands and set it in the sand beside us. Then I fuse my stare to hers and tilt her head where I can most effectively devour her. Her eyes flash with something. Excitement, yes. Apprehension. That surprises me but no denying what I see. And hope… Maybe she’s not the only one feeling unexpected things.
Then Keeley parts those bee-stung lips again, and all my thoughts dissolve.
I lower my head and kiss her with a groan.
Fuck if her lips aren’t every bit as soft as I imagined. She opens to me, presses against me, wrapping her arms around my neck like she needs to touch me every bit as much as I’m dying to have her bare against me. I’m sizzling, my senses reeling. I’m actually dizzy the longer I kiss her, but I urge her lips apart with my own and plunge inside.
I’m lost.
She’s so sweet. Not like a Snickers, which I love. Her flavor is more refined, and the pleasure I get from her is like savoring a good red wine paired with a lush dark chocolate. Then she kisses me back with a sensual sway of her tongue and an indrawn breath that lets me know I’m getting to her, too.
I’m drowning.
My hands are suddenly in her hair, tugging until she gives me full access to every part of her mouth. I go in even deeper as if I’m trying to own her all at once. I haven’t had the sort of drought she has, but I can’t imagine another five minutes without being inside her, taking full possession of her. It’s chemical. It’s electric. I don’t know how the fuck to describe it because I’ve never felt anything quite like this.
Suddenly, she breaks away from my kiss, nipping at my lips like a kitten, before tilting her head back completely. Her lips aren’t on mine anymore.
I’m dying.
Not kissing her is unacceptable. Then…I see the arch of her delicate throat. She’s exposed one of the most vulnerable parts of herself to me. Her ivory flesh glows in the moonlight. Even in the pale gleam, I see the flush staining her skin. I hear the catch of her breathy inhalations. I feel the hard beads of her nipples against my shirt. How can I absorb her all at once, experience every facet of her in a single moment? I can’t, but I’m damn impatient to try.
“Maxon?” She sounds shaky, uncertain.
I rush to set her at ease. “Why are you so fucking beautiful?”
“If you think I am, I’m glad. Are you going to touch me now?”
She sounds breathless and anxious. Does she imagine for a second that I might say no? As if.
“Yeah, sunshine. As much as you’ll let me.” I dip my head, fists in her pink tresses as I brush my lips up her throat. She’s so damn soft all over that I have to groan again.
Then her lips beckon once more, and I’m pulling her against me, back under me. I capture her lips, mold them under my own. Tonight, she shouldn’t have her lips anywhere except against mine—unless they’re around my cock, of course. But I can’t lift my head to tell her because I’m kissing her too thoroughly. My hands drift down her body, imprinting her curves into my memory. My fingers bite into her waist with urgency. It’s not enough. I want more of her. I don’t care if we come up for air. I hope she feels the same.
She must because she melts into me, her lips opening in teasing welcome. She wants me…but she wants me to work for it. You know what? I’m good with that. I always enjoy something more that I’ve earned.
So I’m going to be worthy of every scream of her pleasure.
I focus on nothing but Keeley. The moon and the waves and the sand disappear. Right now, only she and I share this space, this moment. I let the aphrodisiac of her flavor intoxicate me again. Like before, she goes straight to my head and I feel a special kind of drunk on her. I taste her lips, take her tongue. My right hand drifts down to cup her ass. I’ve got to touch her everywhere. She’s responding, her breathing heavier. She clutches my shoulders and holds me tight against her. Her left leg curls around my calf, her thigh sliding up mine.
My restraint snaps.
I plunge into her mouth full force. Like a skydiver at fifteen thousand feet, my belly tumbles into free fall. Gravity has nothing on this pull. What’s happening between us is a natural phenomenon all its own.
“I want you now.” I look at her. God, I can’t stop. I scan her eyes. They’re dilated, half-dazed, and so fucking soft. “Keeley?”
“What’s happening between us?”
“I don’t know.” Right now, I don’t care about anything except feeling her, getting inside her, putting my stamp on her.
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ABOUT ME:
Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more nearly eighty novels. For twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.
Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eleven years.
Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband and daughter, as well as two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
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