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Authors: Ashley Hall
Owned by the Mob Boss (55 page)
“Mmm. I can get onboard with that.”
“There’s a new position I want to try.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” I grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around me, pressing my erection against her. “Just imagine all of the things we haven’t tried yet. It might be any one of them or it might be something you never thought of before.”
“I can think of a lot of things I want to try with you, want to do with you, to you.” She smiled suggestively and bit her lower lip. “I’m willing to try any new position.”
“Or two or three.” I squeezed her tits through her shirt.
“You gonna have the stamina for all of this in one night?”
“Don’t you worry about me. If you can handle it, I can.”
“Oh, I’ll be able to handle it.” She kissed the corner of my mouth. Damn tease. “I can handle you.”
“Is that a promise?” I asked hoarsely.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, looking up at me through lowered lashes.
After a few more kisses—all right, a lot more than a few—we finally made it onto our bikes and drove off. I felt like a new man, one who could take the world by storm. I was free and with the only woman I would ever love. The future might be uncertain, but I was a survivor, and so was she. With her by my side, I could do anything.
Together, we could do anything. The world was ours. And we were going to take it. The future could not look brighter.
THE END
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He didn't need a chokehold to take my breath away.
Sadie
I’ve got my career and reputation to worry about. The last thing I need is some bad boy adrenaline junkie who can’t keep his hands to himself.
So why does the sight of this guy make me want to drop to my knees?
This guy could practically snap me with those massive arms and his double-wide hands. It’s primal. It’s disgusting.
So why do I want it?
He makes headlines with his strong fists and fast women. He discards everyone and everything. I’m a smart girl—too smart to set myself up.
So why am I dying for him to knock me down?
Griffin
She’s just another clean-cut girl hoping to piss off daddy by bringing a bruiser like me around.
Still, I’d like to see that uptight little suit on my bedroom floor.
She thinks she’s smarter than me. I wanna take her down a notch. In fact, I wanna take her all the way down.
A girl like that is just aching to be broken by a man like me.
She seems so pure, so untouched—more likely to curl up with a book than a man.
But we’ll see how much she feels like reading after I’m behind her with a fistful of that gorgeous hair.
Go ahead, sweetheart. Roll those beautiful eyes and use that condescending tone on me.
Soon enough you’ll be tapping out.
It takes a perfect bastard to ruin a perfect life…
Wesley Sykes was everything I was taught to stay away from – cocky, foul-mouthed, and living in perpetual sin. He looked the part, too, with broad shoulders wrapped in a leather jacket and a smile designed by the Devil himself.
And now he’s moving in…to my perfect, religious household.
All my life I had been the good girl. Wes warned me he was no good, and every time I wanted to get too close, he reminded me of who he was. I wanted to hate him for it, but I couldn’t. Every time he said no just made me want him even more, and no matter how many times I laid in bed, dreaming of his hands on me, it was never enough. I had to try it.
So I did.
Just once, I promised myself. But once temptation finally won, once wasn’t enough for either of us. There's no turning back now. I'm just praying that no one ever finds out about the things he’s done to my body when no one was looking.
But under this roof, nothing ever stays secret for long
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