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.Shelooked down to find his foot hooked around the leg as he pulled itbeside his, right next to his heat and spice.��Yeah, I��m staring.First, I��m male, and you��re a gorgeouswoman.Second, I��m wondering which of those outfits of teasingtorture you decided to put on beneath my robe.Third, I haven��tforgotten exactly what you feel like pulsing around my cock.��Morgan sucked in air as desire slammed into her, leavingher short of breath.Clearly, any restraint exhibited here would beup to her.Not good news, since she didn��t have much.He leaned down and nuzzled the sensitive skin below herear.Morgan shivered as he said, ��You were slick and tight, cher.So amazing to fuck.You responded to my commands like youwere born to submit.Like it was so natural.I��ve thought aboutnothing all day long except tying you down and spending morning,noon, and night finding ways to make you come until you screamyour throat raw, then beg for more.��Blunt.Graphic.Unapologetic.His words should have beena turnoff.The feminist in her thought she should be offended thathe found her so purely sexual.She wasn��t that lucky.Jack was her mind��s nightmare��arrogant, demanding,difficult.But he was her psyche��s fantasy��hot, untamed,determined to have her and force her to experience every naughtyfantasy her fevered mind had ever conjured up.A fresh rush of moisture dampened her new thong and herclit began to ache anew.Morgan closed her eyes.This had to stop.Had to.Or shewas going to give in.She wasn��t sure she could live with therepercussions��or herself��if she did.��Jack, I��m interviewing you for a TV show about yourlifestyle, not inviting you to tell me every one of the thoughtslurking in the dark corners of your mind.If you can��t keep it toyourself, you should take me back to my car.I��I��ll return toHouston and����WICKED TIES �� S.Bradley w/a Shayla Black �� Berkley Heat, Jan.2007, ISBN0-425-21361-7 Page 65��And wait for your stalker to find you? Rape you? Shootyou? Kill you? We��ve been over this.You��re in the middle of aswamp and much safer here, surrounded by sophisticated securitysystems and a bodyguard, than you are anywhere else.My buddyDeke is putting together a profile.Once we have it, we can figureout who your psycho is and nail him.Until then, I think you��d bewise to stay.Unless you��re more afraid of sex than a stalker?��Damn it, he��d picked the worst possible time to be logical.��Of course not.You��re just making me uncomfortable.����The truth is making you uncomfortable; I��m merelymaking you aware of it.I want you.You want me.It��s prettysimple.����It��s oversimplified, big boy.��He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a long swallow.Morgan watched in fascination as his Adam��s apple bobbed in histight-muscled throat.When it was empty, he set the bottle on the table.��Youcan��t lie, cher.Your eyes, they tell me you want to be cuffed andclamped and fucked often.And you want me to be the one doingit.��Mind trying to outrace the desire searing her brain, sheshook her head.��Look, we both had an itch this morning and wescratched it.After, you ran as if I was diseased.You couldn��t getaway from me fast enough.If you hadn��t, I would have.We��redone with each other.����You think, little girl? What we did, it was powerful,yeah,�� he said, those dark eyes boring into her, forcing her tolisten, willing her to understand.��If I hadn��t left, I would havecarried you to the bed, tied you down, and not let you up until I��dfucked all of your perfect pink entrances and found each of yourhidden sensitive spots and every way possible to drive your bodyinsane.��Morgan gasped.That should not arouse her.The idea thathe would have touched her anywhere he pleased, demanded a blowjob and, if she look him literally, anal sex, absolutely shouldn��tmake any part of her leap with excitement.Curiosity and wickedfantasies were one thing.Actually indulging�� No.But there was no denying the desire that charged throughher with the force of an invading army, pulsing need and heat intoher clit, making her beaded nipples ache.Just like there was no denying that if she tried to leave hereand return to Houston, the person after her would very likely try tokill her again.And this time, he might succeed.She let out a shaky breath.What a hell of a place to be,trapped by danger with a man capable of giving her amazingpleasure while making her submit to every wicked desire she��dever denied.Damn it, she��d been fighting her wants sinceAndrew��s rejection, warring against her dark side until she hurt.She couldn��t just roll over and spread her legs for a dominantstranger��no matter how appealing her newly awakened bodymight find that notion.��I grant you that I��m much safer here than in Houston orLos Angeles.I��m not stupid, and I know I can��t fight a man Ihaven��t seen and don��t understand.����But?����I want things platonic.I��m supposed to interview you.You��re supposed to protect me.Nowhere in those job descriptionsis the wild thing mentioned.We got waaaaayyy off track thismorning.��Jack leaned closer, until she felt his breath on her mouth,smelling faintly of whiskey and something spicy.��Platonic?����You know, polite.Friendly.�� Morgan tried to scoot herchair away.��No sex.��He wasn��t budging.��I know what it means, Morgan.Whydo you think we shouldn��t be having the most amazing sex of theyear with each other?��WICKED TIES �� S.Bradley w/a Shayla Black �� Berkley Heat, Jan.2007, ISBN0-425-21361-7 Page 66��I don��t want what you want.I��m just not intoyour��scene.��She focused on her gumbo.It would be easier if she couldtell him she thought his desires were twisted and wrong.Hurtinghim might make him go away faster.But having been on thereceiving end of such slurs, she couldn��t do it to him.You��re not a talented a liar, either, a voice in her headwhispered.She shut her eyes against it.��And,�� she went on, ��despite what happened earlier, I��mnot a casual sex person.��Jack said nothing for the longest minute.He simply stared,as if trying to decipher her every thought.He didn��t touch her.Hejust stared��hard, hot, as if he was picturing and plotting to doevery wicked thing to her she��d ever imagined [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]