Book #5 of the Trust In Me Series
SynopsisLaren Jenson’s life motto? Some women weren’t meant to be tamed…
With the option of small-town living, a white picket fence, and a Dom husband long since off the table, Laren has one goal in mind: To marry her career so she can pay off her sister’s debt. She’s one deal away from landing a corner office in The Big Apple that will help her reach that goal when Michael Kavanaugh storms into her life. Although she’s tempted, she’s been sidetracked by a man before, and vowed never again.
Michael Kavanaugh’s life motto? Some men were made to tame only one woman…
After years of earning the hard-won nickname “The Reputable Dom”, Michael is ready to throw it all away. He’ll become the opposite of everything that name suggests for a shot at owning the strong-willed business woman who clings to her secrets with an iron-fist. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to unearth her mysteries and make her change her mind about him, even if it means he has to ditch his stellar reputation in order to claim her…by very disreputable means.
She pretended like she didn’t hear that. Maybe she was in luck. A woman limo driver? “Excuse me? Hi. Can you put the glass down please?”
“For fuck’s sake.”
One minute her nose was practically smashed up against the dark partition like a kid eyeballing the cakes in the bakery store window, and the next she was sitting on Michael’s lap. His strong arms drawing her in. Capturing her. Encircling her in a warm and steady embrace that oddly put her at ease. But then he kissed her and there was nothing easy about it. He was aggressive. Possessive. Hard. Angry and undeniably thorough as he stripped whatever fight she may have mustered right out of her. Five seconds in, she softened. Ten seconds in, she began to melt, fifteen seconds in and she stopped counting because nothing mattered anymore, but the way he laid claim to her.
He wasn’t hard and angry—she moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck—he was disappointed. She could taste it on his lips. Feel it in his embrace, and although she didn’t blame him, she couldn’t bear the thought of it.
When he broke the kiss and leaned away from her she followed him, clinging to his shoulders, pressing her face against his neck, squeezing in. “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t exactly sure why she was apologizing. Again, technically she hadn’t done anything wrong, but it seemed like the right thing to do. So when he remained silent she leaned back to examine him. “Michael?”
“Take off your shoes. I want you to lie down.”
His expression was unreadable. Stoic and calm. “Why?”
“It’s going to be a long drive and then a long night. I want you to rest up.”
Her breath hitched while her heart beat at double time. “For what?”
“Everything I have planned for you.”
It wasn’t just his tone that had goose bumps racing over her flesh, it was his look. The stunning darkness in his eyes. A well-spring of promises lurking there that thrilled and yet terrified her at the same time. “Are you taking me to the beach house?”
It was an obvious question and certainly not the right one to be asking. She should have been demanding he take her home or insisting they turn back to mixer, but for some reason she didn’t want either of those things.
“No matter where we’re headed, taking is going to be the theme. I’m taking the weekend away with you that you promised me.” He sank a hand in her hair and pulled back until she was forced to look over her nose to see him. “Now, take off your shoes and lie down. Right here, with your head on my lap, your cheek pressed against my thigh and your arms wrapped around my legs. I want you to know your mouth is mere inches from cock for the next two hours.”
Those words reached deep inside her and stole all the willingness she had to deny him. She should though. This wasn’t good. This was bad. The good kind of bad she responded to. Already her pulse raced and an ache rode between her legs with a shiver-inducing thrill. The sensation building as she slowly took off her shoes and readjusted until she was lying down exactly how he wanted her to. The instant she settled against him, she felt his hand slip under her hair and take hold of the back of her neck. Not with any force or exerted pressure, merely a grip that laid claim in a profoundly intimate way until her breasts ached as bad as her core. All the while her need spread as she silently prayed he’d touch her in other places. But he didn’t. So she was left to dream up all kinds of dark fantasies about where he was taking her and what he intended to do when they got there. Then as the pad of his thumb brushed over the sensitive skin behind her ear, she had to bite her lip so she wouldn’t moan. There was nothing she could do about her breathing though. It was heavy and husky, echoing through the profound silence in the car as she thought about those mere inches and what was at the end of them.
The Trust In Me Series
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Riley Murphy writes sexy, humorous and emotional romance, happy ending guaranteed. An optimist, she believes life is awesome, people are complicated, but in a good way, and we should never stop learning. Riley currently resides in Florida with her gorgeous husband. She has two wonderful kids and one very bossy English Bull terrier. When Riley's not working she enjoys reading, oil painting and getting to the Sunday crossword puzzle before anyone else does, so she can fill-in all the easy answers first. If Riley wasn't a writer she'd be an international spy with top-level security so she could have a peek at Area 51 and decide for herself if those green guys are for real. Riley loves her characters and she hopes you do too. You can visit her website at:
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