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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.ýÿYeah, Iýÿm staring.First, Iýÿm male, and youýÿre a gorgeouswoman.Second, Iýÿm wondering which of those outfits of teasingtorture you decided to put on beneath my robe.Third, I havenýÿtforgotten exactly what you feel like pulsing around my cock.ýÿMorgan 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 didnýÿt have much.He leaned down and nuzzled the sensitive skin below herear.Morgan shivered as he said, ýÿYou were slick and tight, cher.So amazing to fuck.You responded to my commands like youwere born to submit.Like it was so natural.Iýÿve 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.ýÿBlunt.Graphic.Unapologetic.His words should have beena turnoff.The feminist in her thought she should be offended thathe found her so purely sexual.She wasnýÿt that lucky.Jack was her mindýÿs nightmareýÿarrogant, demanding,difficult.But he was her psycheýÿs fantasyýÿhot, 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 wasnýÿt sure she could live with therepercussionsýÿor herselfýÿif she did.ýÿJack, Iýÿm 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 canýÿt keep it toyourself, you should take me back to my car.IýÿIýÿll return toHouston andýÿýÿWICKED TIES ýÿ S.Bradley w/a Shayla Black ýÿ Berkley Heat, Jan.2007, ISBN0-425-21361-7 Page 65ýÿAnd wait for your stalker to find you? Rape you? Shootyou? Kill you? Weýÿve been over this.Youýÿre 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 youýÿd bewise to stay.Unless youýÿre more afraid of sex than a stalker?ýÿDamn it, heýÿd picked the worst possible time to be logical.ýÿOf course not.Youýÿre just making me uncomfortable.ýÿýÿThe truth is making you uncomfortable; Iýÿm merelymaking you aware of it.I want you.You want me.Itýÿs prettysimple.ýÿýÿItýÿs oversimplified, big boy.ýÿHe grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a long swallow.Morgan watched in fascination as his Adamýÿs apple bobbed in histight-muscled throat.When it was empty, he set the bottle on the table.ýÿYoucanýÿt 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.ýÿMind trying to outrace the desire searing her brain, sheshook her head.ýÿLook, we both had an itch this morning and wescratched it.After, you ran as if I was diseased.You couldnýÿt getaway from me fast enough.If you hadnýÿt, I would have.Weýÿredone with each other.ýÿýÿYou think, little girl? What we did, it was powerful,yeah,ýÿ he said, those dark eyes boring into her, forcing her tolisten, willing her to understand.ýÿIf I hadnýÿt left, I would havecarried you to the bed, tied you down, and not let you up until Iýÿdfucked all of your perfect pink entrances and found each of yourhidden sensitive spots and every way possible to drive your bodyinsane.ýÿMorgan 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 shouldnýÿtmake any part of her leap with excitement.Curiosity and wickedfantasies were one thing.Actually indulgingýÿ 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 sheýÿdever denied.Damn it, sheýÿd been fighting her wants sinceAndrewýÿs rejection, warring against her dark side until she hurt.She couldnýÿt just roll over and spread her legs for a dominantstrangerýÿno matter how appealing her newly awakened bodymight find that notion.ýÿI grant you that Iýÿm much safer here than in Houston orLos Angeles.Iýÿm not stupid, and I know I canýÿt fight a man Ihavenýÿt seen and donýÿt understand.ýÿýÿBut?ýÿýÿI want things platonic.Iýÿm supposed to interview you.Youýÿre supposed to protect me.Nowhere in those job descriptionsis the wild thing mentioned.We got waaaaayyy off track thismorning.ýÿJack leaned closer, until she felt his breath on her mouth,smelling faintly of whiskey and something spicy.ýÿPlatonic?ýÿýÿYou know, polite.Friendly.ýÿ Morgan tried to scoot herchair away.ýÿNo sex.ýÿHe wasnýÿt budging.ýÿI know what it means, Morgan.Whydo you think we shouldnýÿt be having the most amazing sex of theyear with each other?ýÿWICKED TIES ýÿ S.Bradley w/a Shayla Black ýÿ Berkley Heat, Jan.2007, ISBN0-425-21361-7 Page 66ýÿI donýÿt want what you want.Iýÿm just not intoyourýÿscene.ýÿShe 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 couldnýÿt do it to him.Youýÿre not a talented a liar, either, a voice in her headwhispered.She shut her eyes against it.ýÿAnd,ýÿ she went on, ýÿdespite what happened earlier, Iýÿmnot a casual sex person.ýÿJack said nothing for the longest minute.He simply stared,as if trying to decipher her every thought.He didnýÿt touch her.Hejust staredýÿhard, hot, as if he was picturing and plotting to doevery wicked thing to her sheýÿd ever imagined [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]