“No one can ever accuse you of taking things slow and easy,” she teased.“I move fast when there’s something I want. Why wait? I couldn’t take the risk that some other guy would steal you away from me.”She rolled her eyes. “As if. No one else would put up with me. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”“There’s no one I’d rather be stuck with than you,” he said, nearly echoing her own words.“Thank f**k,” she said, returning his words in kind. “What was it we decided? We’ll be f**ked up together?”He laughed. “That about sums it up. Hell, who else would put up with us but each other? I guess that means we’re perfect for one another.”“Hell yes,” she said fervently.“Don’t you think you should put the ring on now?” he asked in a teasing voice.“Oh my God, I almost forgot the ring!”He pulled the ring from the velvet clasp and his hands shook as much as hers as he gently pushed it onto her ring finger.She stared at it in awe. “This is huge!” she whispered. “I’m afraid to wear it, James. Wh
For several more minutes, he thrust gently into her mouth until she had to stretch to accommodate his burgeoning girth. Then finally he pulled free and she sucked in breaths to catch up, her nostrils flaring with the effort.“It’s my turn to taste you,” he said, satisfaction edging his voice.He crawled between her splayed-open thighs, her ankles bound to the bottoms of her thighs, rendering her completely helpless to whatever he chose to do. His hands slid over her breasts, tenderly caressing and plumping them.“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said gravely. “I know you’re more sensitive now. The last thing I want to do is cause you discomfort.”“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered. “Just don’t be as rough with them as you can sometimes be.”He cupped her belly possessively and then leaned down and kissed the spot where her womb would one day expand with their growing child. His tenderness brought tears to Karla’s eyes and her heart seized with love for this man. No, things hadn’t always bee
“Karla, oh my God, are you all right?” Sandra asked in concern.“What happened?” Derrick asked in a grim voice.They were interrupted when the sonogram tech came in pushing a portable sonogram machine with a wand attached. Karla’s eyes widened when they told her they would be doing an internal sonogram since it was so early in her pregnancy.The fear and anxiety became too much. This was the moment where she’d discover whether or not her baby had survived her stupidity. She’d never forgive herself if she’d caused the death of her child.She burst into uncontrollable sobs, tears streaking down her cheeks. Her entire body shook and the pain from her arm became unbearable.To her utter shock, the door flew open and Ken filled the doorway, his gaze immediately seeking Karla. He looked haggard and worried but relief flooded his features when he saw her.But as he registered her sobs, his look turned to one of devastation. He flew over to her side, all but pushing the others away.“Karla, a
Have you ever wanted to put yourself in the hands of a man whose sole purpose is to give you pleasure? The words flashed across Morgan’s laptop screen. She sucked in a sharp, shocked breath. She’d met this man in an online chatroom less than three minutes ago. How could he know that? He must have guessed, had to have guessed. She hadn’t told him anything about herself, not one single thing, except her name and the fact she wanted to interview him for her cable TV show. But even through her stunned silence, he kept peeling back the layers of her secrets. Do you want a man to see inside you, all the way to your fantasies, the darkest ones you don’t even tell your friends about, and make every one of them come true? A surge of arousal coiled in her belly. Her palms began to sweat. Morgan swallowed hard. In the silent living room shadowed with the many colors of dusk, Morgan squirmed on the black leather sofa, shoving desires she didn’t dare admit to the back of her mind. This was b
He held out the package to her, and Morgan took it with dread boiling in her stomach. She knew that handwriting.Dear God, how had he found her here? And so quickly?No!Hands shaking, breath short, she opened the envelope and extracted the contents. As she did, red rose petals with moist centers and dead edges fluttered downward, skittering across the blond hardwood floor. They looked faintly like fat drops of blood splattered all around her.Morgan gasped. He knew she was here. How had he found her?Then her gaze fell to the photos. Pictures of her, one arriving at LAX the day she’d fled to Houston. The next of her in Brandon’s backyard wearing thin sweatpants and a tank top with nipples teased hard by a cool morning breeze. The last a photo of her in her sage silk-and-lace shift with matching robe, kissing Brandon’s cheek as they stood in the driveway before he left for work. Just this morning.Fear biting at her belly, Morgan didn’t protest when Brandon grabbed the photos from her
“And Dominance and submission.”Morgan swallowed. She’d been caught up in enthusiasm for her show and almost forgotten they were going to discuss that topic. The topic that fueled her shameful late-night fantasies.“Yes.”He quirked a dark brow at her expectantly, somehow managing to look sharp, displeased, and nonthreatening all at once.Puzzled, Morgan stared. What did he want?“Yes, sir,” she ventured.His smile dazzled, rewarded. “Very nice.”“I thought such forms of address were reserved for one’s...”“Submissive? Frequently, but you contacted me for a quick lesson or two. I thought it best to start with a hint of the dynamic and see how you do with it.” He leaned forward, an elbow braced on the table. His gaze poured directly into her, molten and unrelenting. “Do you understand what it means to submit to a man? Completely surrender?”Morgan tried to suck in a breath, stunned to find it ragged beyond her control. His eyes flared hot with approval.“T—this isn’t about me,” she arg
“A shooter? Holy. . . Who have you pissed off now?”“Alyssa, this is Morgan,” he shouted over the music. “She’s the hostess of a cable TV show—”“You’re Morgan O’Malley! I love Turn Me On!”Morgan, who had doffed her sunglasses, extended her hand to Alyssa. Hmm. Blue eyes rimmed in red, a smattering of freckles, very fair skin—not Brandon’s usual type. But times changed, he supposed.Jack drawled, “Then I’m assuming you’d like to help me keep her alive long enough to do more shows. The shooter was aiming at her.” Jack turned to the other woman. “Morgan, this is Alyssa Devereaux, owner of Sexy Sirens. The most famous—or infamous—gentleman’s club in southern Louisiana, depending on your point of view.”Brandon’s little woman flashed a weak smile, trying her damndest not to stare at Alyssa’s inch-thick makeup, near indecent skirt, and fuck-me boots. There was nothing subtle about Alyssa. She still dressed like a stripper, though she hadn’t danced around a pole in years. She sucked a cock
Finally, she and Alyssa reached the top of the landing. The blonde led her through the door at the end of the hall, into a small but surprising luxurious suite.Alyssa shut the door behind them, blocking out the loudest of the music’s throb. The floor beneath them still shook. The sexy tempo resonated around her, stark in its suggestion.Morgan looked around the room. A large, rumpled bed lazed in the center, as a standing lamp cast muted golden light over the white sheets. Hardwood floors gleamed cherry beneath her feet. Soft beige walls accented flowing white sheers at the large window. Four black-and-white landscape photographs formed a grouping above the bed.“You were expecting a red bedroom with a stripper pole in the middle?” Alyssa asked with a cocked brow.Embarrassment stung Morgan. She had wondered… “I had no idea what to expect. This is lovely.”Some of the starch bled out of Alyssa. “It’s peaceful. C’mon, let’s get you out of that ugly rag.”Before she could ask for priva