Miami. The city of sex, sin — and secrets.
I came here with one mission: solve the mystery behind my brother’s death.
Somebody’s got answers.
Somewhere, I’ll find what I’m looking for.
Somebody’s got answers.
Somewhere, I’ll find what I’m looking for.
I didn’t bet on Xavier. He’s my way into the scene — and my biggest threat.
I should keep my distance, but I can’t stay away.
I should keep my distance, but I can’t stay away.
I'm playing with fire, and I just pray I don't get burned.
Xavier is standing between me and the front door, so I move past him. If I turn around and look at him right now, I know I won't be able to force myself to leave.
But he takes care of it for me. He takes my arm and pulls me to face him. We lock eyes and he quickly walks me backwards until I hit the wall. His body slams into me as he goes for my mouth.
The kiss is hot, his tongue playing aggressively with mine. His hands grip my sides, and I link mine around his neck, burying them in his thick, dark hair. I pull him closer to me. I need him to kiss me like I need oxygen. Deeper, harder.
My body throbs. When he starts kissing and nibbling a trail along my neck, it's almost too much.
Then he undoes the top two buttons on my shirt.
In a second, my bra is pushed down and he pulls one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking on it, his teeth grazing it and sending electric shocks straight to my clit. I let out a moan, and feel him grow hard against me. I gently graze the back of his neck with my nails as he sucks softly.
"You like that? I've been thinking about these gorgeous breasts all day. While you were setting the table, I imagined coming up behind you and grabbing them. Would you have liked that?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Do you know what else I imagined?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, but takes my moans of pleasure as invitation enough. He pushes himself closer to me, his tongue hot and wet on my nipples, and every bit of contact pushes me farther over the edge.
I'm panting for breath, so overcome with aching need for more of him. I've completely forgotten why this is a bad idea. I don't care. I just know that I have to have him.
He takes his hand and gently runs his palm over my ass as his tongue and teeth nip my neck. My nipple is still peeking through the top of my shirt, and he takes his other hand and pinches it, reminding me that I am exposed.
He makes quick work of the buttons on my shirt, opens it up, and unhooks my bra. He leans over me and resumes kissing, sucking, and lightly biting my tits. The cool air and his mouth on them has my nipples so hard and swollen that they're almost painful. But when he tweaks them and then pinches them softly, I make noises I didn't know I could make. I start to mewl and purr like a kitten as he ravages my chest with his mouth.
I love the feel of his tongue on me, the skin of his back as I hold him to me. I need more, and I can't stand it.
"Please." The ache in my voice matches the ache in my body.
"Please what?” His eyes are dark with lust.
I swallow hard, my throat gone dry. “I want…” But I can’t say it.
“You want me to fuck you?" he growls.
"God, yes."
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Roxy Sloane is a romance junkie with a dirty mind. She lives in Los Angeles with her
hot ex-military hubby and her two kids. She loves writing sexy, complex stories
about pushing the boundaries and risking it all.
hot ex-military hubby and her two kids. She loves writing sexy, complex stories
about pushing the boundaries and risking it all.
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