by M. S. Parker
He held out his hand, and I went toward him, enjoying the way his eyes darkened as he took me in. I suddenly remembered how, the first time we slept together, I worried that he wouldn’t like my body, that I was too petite, too delicate. That sort of concern seemed laughable now.
His fingertips lightly traced my cheekbone, and I leaned into his touch. He didn’t say a word as he bent his head to brush his lips across mine in a gentle kiss. As he straightened, he picked me up. My legs went around his waist, and I found him already hard. With one arm under my ass, he easily moved me over his cock, eyes seeking permission. When I nodded, he pushed up into me with one smooth thrust.
I gasped as we came together, the sound loud in the silent room. He wrapped an arm around my waist, using his hold on me to grind our bodies together. No romantic words or promises. No long, hard strokes. Just our bodies joined together as tightly as possible and small jerks of our hips that sent ripples of pleasure through us.
Our breathing mingled, harsh and rapid, with the movement of flesh against flesh, a primal symphony that spoke to a carnality, a sensuality, that I’d never had before. Some might have said that it had only been hidden because I’d been a virgin up until recently, but I knew it had less to do with experience and more to do with Clay.
And that scared the shit out of me.
Because if the reason for these changes was him, what did that mean for when we went our separate ways?
“Tess,” he rasped out. “Look at me.”
My eyes locked with his, and everything else fled my mind as I exploded.
Thirty-Five
Tess
“Taylor MacIntosh!” I jerked upright, my hand flailing out to smack Clay’s chest.
“Did you just yell another man’s name?” Clay’s voice was thick was sleep. “Give me a minute and I’ll–”
“I remember!” I turned over, grabbing Clay’s arm as he pushed himself up. “I remember what I was doing before the accident.”
The light came on, and I blinked at its brightness. Even that couldn’t distract me though. All of the pieces were finally back in place.
“Brianne is Taylor MacIntosh, the person you were sent down here to find.”
He gave me a puzzled look. “I know. Brianne told me.”
My shoulders slumped. “What?”
Clay put his hand on my back. “While we were looking for you, she admitted that she’s been seeing Sofie Harmon, the secretary’s sister-in-law, for a while. When Brianne wanted to come down here with Red Care, she and Sofie thought it was a good idea to have her use an alias so no one could connect the two of them and try to use Brianne to influence the secretary.”
“And Taylor MacIntosh was the alias,” I said. I frowned as I put that information together with what my informant had told me. Some things still didn’t add up. “My informant said that the government sent us here.”
Clay shrugged. “I suppose, in a way, that’s what happened.”
I shook my head. “No, he meant the government. Not someone calling in a favor. It sounded like something that came from high up.”
“Your informant’s mistaken then,” Clay said. “The entire reason Ray asked me to come here was so the government didn’t get involved.”
“Or maybe he asked you to come because the government had to be able to pretend to not be pulling the strings. My guy said that the cartel was more than just some Colombian thugs. That they have their fingers in the Colombian and Costa Rican governments.” I tossed the covers off and got out of bed. “I need to talk to Brianne.”
“Now?” He glanced at the clock. “It’s not even six o’clock.”
“I need answers,” I said, snatching up my clothes. “Something’s not right here, Clay. I felt it from the moment my mom told me that she’d gotten an anonymous call that Bri was in trouble. She’s hiding something, and I need to know what it is.”
He must’ve heard something in my voice that told him I wasn’t going to let it go because he got out of bed too. We dressed quickly and then headed down the hall to the room Brianne and Sylvia were sharing.
I knocked as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb other guests. Clay rested a hand on the small of my back as we waited, and I drew a measure of comfort from having him there. I’d come down here, expecting to do everything on my own, and I’d been annoyed that Clay had interfered with my plans. Now, I wasn’t sure I could’ve done any of it without him.
Just when I was ready to knock again, the door opened.
“Tess?”
“I need to talk to Brianne,” I said, barely resisting the urge to shove past Sylvia into the room.
“She’s not here.”
“What do you mean she’s not here?”
Sylvia rubbed her arms as if she was chilled. “I don’t know. After we first got here, she went to take a shower, and I fell asleep. You knocked, and I woke up. She wasn’t here.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to freak out, punch something, or throw my hands in the air and say to hell with all of it. Any of those options seemed to fit, but the only thing I knew for certain was that my sister was missing.
Again.
She was getting a fucking GPS chip for her birthday.
The New Pleasure series continues in the final book, Brianne’s Secret, coming December 28.
Also by M. S. Parker
His Obsession
His Control
His Hunger
His Secret
Sex Coach
Big O’s (Sex Coach 2)
Pleasure Island (Sex Coach 3)
Rescued by the Woodsman
The Billionaire’s Muse
Bound
One Night Only
Damage Control
Take Me, Sir
Make Me Yours
The Billionaire’s Sub
The Billionaire’s Mistress
Con Man Box Set
HERO Box Set
A Legal Affair Box Set
The Client
Indecent Encounter
Dom X Box Set
Unlawful Attraction Box Set
Chasing Perfection Box Set
Blindfold Box Set
Club Prive Box Set
The Pleasure Series Box Set
Exotic Desires Box Set
Casual Encounter Box Set
Sinful Desires Box Set
Twisted Affair Box Set
Serving HIM Box Set
Pure Lust Box Set
About the Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of over fifty spicy romance series and novels.
Living part-time in Las Vegas, part-time on Maui, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor and author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
For more information:
www.msparker.com
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Acknowledgments
First, I would like to thank all of my readers. Without you, my books would not exist. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.
A big THANK YOU goes out to all the Facebook fans, street team, beta readers, and advanced reviewers. You are a HUGE part of the success of all my series.
Also thank you to my editor Lynette, my proofreader Nancy, and my wonderful cover designer, Sinisa. You make my ideas and writing look so good.
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