She was driving me crazy. It was like a game we were playing — a tennis match going back and forth. Her intrigue and sexuality had me starving for her, lusting in a way I'd never known possible, and I felt myself starting to lose control. "Tough guy," she replied as she continued to examine me. "S
"Get your ass down here, bitch!" Dante shouted. "And don't you make wait another minute or you're gonna regret it!" My heart leapt again, and my stomach turned as the hammering on the front door continued. It was Dante, the absolutely repugnant owner and manager of Cherry Sweet's Gentlemen's Club i
It was about a twenty-minute ride, but time flew by, making it feel more like two minutes. The next thing I knew we were in the back lot, and I was stepping through the back door into the locker room, which was filled with girls getting ready for the night. "Girls, this is.." Dante turned to me and
I would have let him save me...The speed of it all terrified me. My feelings terrified me. No, Felicity, I told myself. No one's coming to save you. This is your life now. So I stood there, huddled in the corner of the locker room that smelled of bodies, sweat, and tacky perfume, while girls funn
"Whoa, easy, Roman!" Dante cried out. That's just her stage name — " "Shut up, pussy!" I snarled, strong-arming him out of the way. I stepped right up to her, my angel, looking like a prisoner in this den of scum, and stared into those beautiful eyes that had pierced right through me last night on
"Don't say anything, dickhead. But if I see you anywhere near this girl again, I'll break every one of your fingers, and that's if I'm in a good mood. Got it?" “You got it, Roman!" he replied. He was scared, but he'd also just scored a huge pay day and I could hear the excitement in his voice. He
You shouldn't be here, I thought as I stepped into Roman's bedroom. You didn't have to be an avid viewer of CSI or NYPD Blue to know that mobsters didn't let strangers into their inner circle, let alone their bedroom. But here I was, holding Boston's most notorious crime boss' hand while he looked
Roman's eyes went wide, and I gave him a tiny, teasing smile as I curled my leg back down. I planted my foot and kept bending at the waist, pushing my hips back suggestively as I unclipped my stocking and slid itoff. I threw it at him, and he caught it like a hungry man. Keeping my eyes on him, I
Five years later..."How are you not used to this by now?" I take my eyes off the two agents to glance over at Henry. It still feels odd to call him that sometimes after calling him Mr. President for so long."They look at her," I growl. One thing I sure don't miss about the White House is having pe
Six months later...I bounce on the edge of the seat of our SUV about to burst with excitement. "Sweet pea. Calm down." I glance over at Ford, who is driving us home. He's smiling at me. He's let his facial hair grow a touch. I can still feel the reminder on my thighs right now. He's looked so much
July puts a hand on the president's arm and nods. "I like the sound of that. We're all out of here in six months, and I think I'd like nothing more than to raise your brother or sister with you nearby. We've got a lot of time to let this grow and plan the future."She looks up to the president, who
"The president is landing," the voice in my ear says, and I give Sloan one last kiss."We've got to go downstairs. Your dad is about to get here and I want to talk to Chad.""Okay," she says as she straightens her spine. She has more courage than I gave her credit for.Even after everything that's h
The shower shuts off and Ford steps out. He towels off and helps me down from the counter as if it's too high for me to jump from. He holds me as we walk out, and I see the blood on my bedroom floor and wall."I'll get it cleaned up." He kisses the top of my head. "You need more clothes." He smacks
Ford starts wailing on him, hitting him over and over. Two agents run over and try to pull Ford off him, but they can't. One looks over at me and I'm pretty sure it's the same one who busted us having sex. He looks at me and I know he's asking me for some kind of help."Ford," I call out. "I'm scare
I search my closet for a shirt, but I'm so frantic I can't find one even though I'm surrounded by them. I stop what I'm doing and close my eyes. I take a deep breath to calm myself down."Get it together," I tell myself.Too much has just happened. I lost my virginity, Ford told me he loves me, and
"This will only hurt a little bit," I tell her, hoping it's not a lie.I push forward another inch, and she whimpers, but I've never felt anything so fucking good. It's tight and hot and so goddamn sticky sweet."Fuck, let me in, sweet pea," I say as I press my forehead to hers and thrust in a littl
I've thought of our first kiss a thousand times, but every fantasy I came up with was weak compared to what it's like to have my lips on hers. She opens her mouth right away and I groan as my tongue touches her. I always thought the devil was the one calling the shots when he sent her to me. Why els