Misadventures of a Good Wife by Meredith Wild and Helen Hardt
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So, yeah. Meetings were a real bitch now.
Two things I love? Top Ten Lists and Navy SEALs. Why not put the two together! Here are my Top Ten shameless and oh-so-sexy quotes from Jack Barnes, the Navy SEAL determined to win the woman he’s fantasized about for years.
10) “Natalie, if I was fixin’ to offer you a proper thank-you,” he said, his Texas accent clear and present in his voice. “I’d kneel down right here and slide your jeans over your hips, down your damn-near-perfect legs. I’d toss your pants across the room, followed by your panties. And then I’d lick you until the whole bar heard you come. Screaming. My. Name.”
9) “He brought her to the edge,” he said, the words pouring out in a rush as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. “Learning what drove her wild, what made her pull at the ties binding her wrists—”
8) “I’d memorize every touch, learning what made you wet and what drove you wild,” he said. “Because next time, it will be my fingers inside you. Darlin’, I’ll tie those hardworking hands of yours behind your back, and I swear you will beg— ”
7) “This isn’t about the bet. We won’t touch the bed. This is just me wanting you. Like crazy. For so damn long.”
6) “I dare you to let me prove it,” he murmured. “Prove you’re dying to get into my pants as much as I want into yours.”
5) “Take off your shirt, princess.”
4) “I wanted you.” He drew a chocolate line from her chest to the top of her panties. “I wanted a peek behind your defenses.”
3) “I played by your rules in the shower,” he said, his gaze locked with hers. “No sex. Take away that rule . . . and trust me darlin’, you’d never look at a shower the same way again.”
2) “What if I want to be more than the guy who ties you up?”
1) “I want you to feel safe to take what you need from me. To feel what you need to feel.”
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Changing His Game
Book 2 — TBD
Author’s note: I’m spinning off the Line of Duty series with Troy and Ruby who we first met in His Risk to Take. The continuation of their story is Riskier Business and will set the reader up for the Crossing the Line series.
“So,” Owen began. “I gather you’re into cock now?”
Nathan’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed pink. “Um…. Yes?”
“Cool. So, do you wanna get out of here and go someplace to fuck, or suck, or whatever?”
Nathan raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” Owen let his gaze slide down over Nathan’s torso to land on his crotch. It looked like Nathan might be getting a little hard. Either that, or he was a shower rather than a grower. “I always thought you were hot. I just never knew you swung my way. So how about it?”
Nathan cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was definitely getting hard. Owen lifted his eyes expecting to see a smile. But Nathan was frowning and biting his lip.
“That’s flattering, but I’m not interested.”
Owen raised an eyebrow and glanced briefly at the bulge in Nathan’s jeans again. “You sure about that?”
Nathan’s face was even pinker now, but he held Owen’s gaze. “I’m not interested in a hookup. I’ve been there, done that, and decided casual sex isn’t for me. I’m looking for something more serious.”
Owen blinked. This wasn’t how the conversation was supposed to go. He found himself blurting out his next words without thinking. “What, like a relationship? I could have a relationship. With you, I mean.”
Nathan chuckled then, a snort of laughter that raised Owen’s hackles, because what the fuck? He’d made a move and was being laughed at. That wasn’t cool.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“Sorry.” Nathan pulled himself together and pasted on a more serious expression. “But Owen. You don’t do relationships. Everyone knows that. I know what you were like at uni, and from what I’ve heard on the grapevine, you haven’t changed much. And that’s fine—each to their own. But I don’t want to be another notch on your bedpost. I’d rather be friends with you than one of your conquests.”
Owen’s irritation rose, and he resisted the urge to pout childishly, but he wasn’t prepared to back down. Nathan’s words had stung, because yes—Owen would be the first to admit he was a bit of a tart on the surface, but at least he was honest about it. He’d never strung anyone along or made promises he couldn’t keep. And he’d never met anyone who made him want more than a one-night stand or a few casual no-strings repeats.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of having a relationship, and he found himself wanting to prove to Nathan that he wasn’t as bad as his reputation seemed to imply.
“Will you go on a date with me instead, then?” he asked.
“A date?” Nathan narrowed his eyes. “What, so we eat first and then have sex? I’m not sure that would be any better.”
“We don’t have to have sex!” Owen protested, raising his voice in frustration, then lowering it quickly as he noticed a few people glancing their way. “Jesus. Contrary to popular opinion, that’s not the only thing I’m interested in.”
“So if we went on a date, you wouldn’t expect me to put out?” Nathan’s lips quirked in amusement. He seemed to be enjoying this conversation a little too much.
“Not unless you wanted to.”
“I’d like to get to know you better first. I think we’d need more than one date for that.”
“Okay, so what’s your magic number? Try me.”
Nathan’s brow furrowed as he considered the question for a moment.
“Five,” he finally said. “Five sex-free dates. Then when we’ve had a chance to connect, we can take it from there. Oh… and in case it wasn’t obvious, if this is going to be a relationship, I’d expect you to be exclusive.” Nathan sat back in his seat and folded his arms. “So, what do you say?”
Owen glared at him. Nathan’s pink lips stretched further as he grinned, and all Owen could think was how he wanted to come all over Nathan’s smug face.
Nathan’s smile vanished abruptly. “You’re… what, really?”
“Really.” Owen smirked, finding Nathan’s obvious surprise very satisfying. “Five dates with no sex. So, when are you free this week? I can see you every night apart from Thursday, so if you’re free to meet most nights we can be done with all five dates by next weekend.”
“Oh no. No way.” Nathan shook his head. “If we’re going to take things slow, the dates need to be spread out. One a week for five weeks.”
Somehow Owen had thought his loophole was too good to be true.
“You drive a hard bargain, but okay.” He shrugged, conceding some ground, but not defeated. “Next weekend for our first date then?”
“And while we’re discussing ground rules for this… whatever-the-fuck this is.” Owen waved his hand disparagingly. “What are we counting as sex for the no-sex rule? No fucking obviously, but does that extend to no blowing each other? No handjobs? What about dry humping?”
“Shh!” Nathan’s face was flaming, and he moved his chair closer, leaning in so he could talk quietly. “Keep it down, for fuck’s sake.”
To be fair, Owen’s voice had got rather loud, and a group of girls at the next table were looking very interested in their conversation.
“Well?” Owen asked. “We need to be clear what the boundaries are. Can we even kiss?”
“Kissing is fine,” Nathan replied promptly, and his gaze dropped to Owen’s mouth. He paused before adding, “No orgasms. That’s the line.”
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She moaned as he spread his fingers across the soft flesh of her belly. Shivering under his touch, her back bowed and her hips jutted out.
It was an invitation, one he was damn sure he had no choice but to RSVP to. He ran his fingertips along her skin, tracing her belly button, her hips, the edge of the waistband of her shorts. He dipped his head to her neck and licked a path up her neck, her skin so hot. “I want you so much. More than I should. More than I’m supposed to. But I just don’t care because right now I want to hear the sweet, sexy sounds you make when I touch you,” he said, his voice gravelly.
“I can’t stop, either. So don’t you dare,” she said. She grappled at his shirt, her hands frantic as she pulled and tugged at his clothes, as if she couldn’t get him near enough. He felt her fingers grasping at his shorts, jerking him even closer.
He groaned as he pressed against her, his cock hard and heavy, and he wished he had a condom with him, so he could strip off her clothes, pull down his shorts, and thrust into her. He slid his hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her desire through her shorts. She gasped the second he made contact; she was so ready to have him inside her.
She moaned again, and it started as a long, low sigh that became his name. “Becker.”
“Do you have any idea how much I want to be inside you?”
She nodded against him. “As much as I want you there,” she answered quickly, her voice ragged.
“I want to bury myself inside you right now. I want to feel you gripping me,” he whispered huskily against her neck.
“And then?” she asked, rocking against his hand, greedily seeking out his fingers even through the layers between them.
“You’ll give yourself to me, spread your legs wide open, take me all the way in.”
“I will,” she said, as she shuddered in his arms. He wrapped a hand around her waist, keeping her steady.
“Then I’ll kiss you while I fuck you,” he whispered into her ear.
She gasped, and wriggled her body closer to his. “I want that. All of it. I want fucking and kissing,” she said, her breathing turning more erratic.
“I’ll fuck you like I kiss you, and kiss you like I fuck you. With nothing held back,” he said, his tongue darting against the salty skin of her neck as she trembled against him.
“Do that to me now,” she said, her breathing turning erratic, her sounds reminding him how close they were flirting with danger.
Like the moment before a back draft.
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