“Christ, your goddamn mouth.”
She popped her lips off him, and Patrick nearly moaned at the loss until she made a wet circle around his base with her fingers. She moved her hand in unhurried strokes, thumb hitting the sensitive spot that made him jerk involuntarily before she leaned in and lapped once at his tip.
“I said being on my knees wasn’t my number-one fantasy. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
She repeated the motion, a flick of her tongue before he was once again plunged into perfect suction, soft and wet and hot, and he was powerless to do anything but groan. Fucking hell, she was good at this. Good enough to finish him off embarrassingly soon, if she didn’t stop.
Delving his fingers into that silky-smooth hair, he tugged her off him, ignoring the aching protest in his balls.
Her complacent smile was messy, her lips shining. “Told you I could do more with my mouth than talk.”
Patrick practically snarled. He needed to get her back, to see her as weak with pleasure as she’d made him. Heaving her up by her shoulders, he got her to her feet. He stepped out of his shoes, kicked his jeans and boxers to the side and hooked his finger between the cups of her bra. Her nipples stood out under the satin, and he rubbed the stiff point of one with his thumb.
“Were you thinking about fucking me every time we argued?” Using the leverage he had, Patrick dragged her closer, enjoying her unsteady movements as she stumbled toward him. “Did you go home from our little spats wet?”
“You heard me.”
What a stubborn pain in the ass she was. But shit, he liked it. “I’ll bet you’re lying.”
“You’d be wrong.” She lifted her chin, defiant. “I’ve never gotten wet around men I don’t like.”
Patrick huffed out a breath in frustration. Clearly she was attracted to him, so was this a deliberate provocation? She took a step back, the move loosening his finger from her bra. When she gazed up at him with a glimmer in her eye and a wicked smile, Patrick realized what she was doing.
She was lying. And she was baiting him. Fucking baiting him.
It made him want to bare his teeth—to force the truth out of her until she submitted.
She’s no princess. He’s no prince. Then again, they never wanted a fairy tale.
Legally Bound, Book 2
Cassie Allbright takes no prisoners. A half Cuban ball-busting attorney, she’s too tough to admit what she wants in bed. But tough is the only way to cut it in her high-powered firm, and Cassie doesn’t need a knight in shining armor. And she definitely doesn’t need Patrick Dunham—an arrogant, chauvinistic man-whore with a knack for pissing her off.
Bound to the helm of his family’s publishing house, Patrick is shackled to a life of power and wealth he never wanted. Seduction is his only distraction—his nights of pleasure always temporary, because happily-ever-afters are not for him. But while luring a woman into his bed has always come easy, the high-and-mighty Cassie has never succumbed to his charms.
Their verbal sparring turns to foreplay, but instead of scratching an itch, it only whets their appetites. Patrick gives Cassie a taste of what she’s secretly craved, and Cassie’s dark desires stir up things Patrick never knew he wanted. Enchanted, he offers to fulfill her most dangerous fantasies. She agrees, with an iron-clad escape clause: her heart is off-limits, and so is his.
Funny thing about hearts, though. They have a way of ignoring the fine print.
Warning: This book isn’t for the faint of heart. Disclosure includes angry, vying-for-control hate sex and one steamy weekend in Miami. Ready? Break the caution tape and proceed.
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About Rebecca Grace Allen:
Rebecca Grace Allen holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison as well as of Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict & gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.
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