As fashion photographer, Rand Miller listens to all the reasons why his sexy lover must move out of not only his apartment but also his life, he decides to give her the going away party of a lifetime. The list of party goodies includes: massage oil, margaritas and their mysterious neighbor, Trey Madison. But when dawn creeps over the horizon, will Rand be able to watch the only woman capable of taming his wicked ways walk out of his life forever?
EXCERPT:
Rand leaned close to her ear and licked the sensitive shell, then whispered, "Let me play, angel."
She swiveled her head around and bit out, "We have company."
Rand's gaze burned into hers. "I know."
Huh? He wanted Trey to watch? "I'm not okay with this," she said, though her words lacked conviction. She meant to sound more forceful. Instead she sounded...turned on.
"You sure about that?" Rand said, as he slid his palm higher, cupping her possessively. Her pussy flooded with heat as Rand started to stroke her clitoris through her jeans.
Lucy turned and looked at Trey. He leaned against the arm of the couch, facing them, his hands clenched into tight fists as if attempting to hold himself back. It wasn't the large erection she could see pressing against the fly of Trey's jeans that made her give Rand's hand free rein. It wasn't even the intensity in Trey's dark eyes as he stared at her as if he wanted to devour her whole. It was her own desires, she admitted to herself. She'd fantasized about both men taking her at once. She'd never dreamed it'd ever happen, but here was her chance to taste the forbidden. Once in every woman's life she was given the chance to toss caution to the wind. This was her chance.
She was damned well going to take it.
EXCERPT:
Rand leaned close to her ear and licked the sensitive shell, then whispered, "Let me play, angel."
She swiveled her head around and bit out, "We have company."
Rand's gaze burned into hers. "I know."
Huh? He wanted Trey to watch? "I'm not okay with this," she said, though her words lacked conviction. She meant to sound more forceful. Instead she sounded...turned on.
"You sure about that?" Rand said, as he slid his palm higher, cupping her possessively. Her pussy flooded with heat as Rand started to stroke her clitoris through her jeans.
Lucy turned and looked at Trey. He leaned against the arm of the couch, facing them, his hands clenched into tight fists as if attempting to hold himself back. It wasn't the large erection she could see pressing against the fly of Trey's jeans that made her give Rand's hand free rein. It wasn't even the intensity in Trey's dark eyes as he stared at her as if he wanted to devour her whole. It was her own desires, she admitted to herself. She'd fantasized about both men taking her at once. She'd never dreamed it'd ever happen, but here was her chance to taste the forbidden. Once in every woman's life she was given the chance to toss caution to the wind. This was her chance.
She was damned well going to take it.
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