by Lexi Blake
She had to smile. He was educable. “You were an asshole this morning.”
He lifted her off the bench in a show of strength that made her gasp. Before she could protest, he tossed her on the bed. “I was. I’m sorry, baby. I was such a jerk that I didn’t even taste your pie or anything you made me. Will you bake for me again?”
“You’re the chef, Macon. I was only trying stuff out.”
“From my mom’s book.”
She nodded. “It made me feel close to you.”
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “Let’s try them all out together. Since I started working at Top, I’ve been dealing with much more complex recipes, but I want to make everything my mom made. I want to do that with you.”
She nodded. “I will. Come here, Master. I need you.”
He got out of his jeans and then sat on the bed, pulling his artificial leg off with a sigh. She got on her knees and watched him. She had no idea how the world had handled him when he was in one piece because the “damaged” version of Macon was almost too beautiful to look at.
“Only you, baby. Only you can make me feel this way.” He turned, catching her and flipping them both over. “I want to give Tristan a cousin. I want every tie I can have with you.”
She wasn’t getting any younger and neither was he. She wanted that family she saw at night in her dreams. “Yes, Master.”
He was on top of her, separating her legs and fitting himself to her. “I like the sound of that. I love that you’re my submissive, but I think I’ll like calling you my wife even more.”
His hips thrust up, joining them. She was slick and wet, receiving him as easily as she could. He was so big inside. Her man filled her up and she loved how she had to wriggle to truly take him. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust up, impaling her on his cock. He stopped and gave her a moment to get used to him.
“I missed you. I missed this so much.” He lay on top of her, giving her every delicious ounce of his weight.
“I was so lonely without you.” Years she’d spent alone, but it was only when this man left her that she’d truly understood how empty she could feel.
“You feel so good. So right. Nothing ever felt as right as being inside you.” He held himself still against her, taking her mouth under his. His tongue plunged in a show of what was to come.
Slowly, his hips began to move. They found the rhythm his tongue set before he broke off the kiss and rose above her.
“I’ll never get tired of watching you come. Come for me, baby. I want to watch you light up.” He thrust in harder and faster, his pelvis grinding against her clit. His cock moved inside, searching until he found the right spot.
Ally felt her eyes widen and she didn’t try to stop the shout that came from her throat as Macon’s cock glided over that perfect spot and she came. The world seemed to fall away and there was only pleasure. She moved with him, trying to get every drop of sensation to be had.
Macon watched her, his eyes holding hers until his body stiffened and he thrust in short strokes. His head fell forward as he fucked her hard and then ground down. She could feel heat flowing from him to her.
He sagged against her, but kept them connected as though he couldn’t stand the thought of not being inside her. He buried his face against her neck as Ally let the sweetness of afterglow flow across her.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” His hoarse voice got to her.
“I only feel this way around you.” She smoothed his hair back, reveling in the fact that this big gorgeous man was all hers. She had to ask him about that rasp though. “What happened to your voice?”
He cupped her face, kissing her forehead like she was something to be worshipped. “I finally cried, baby. I finally let it out. I don’t know that I’m through. I’m still angry about a lot of things, but I know that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
She held on to him. “I’ll help you. We might not have a lot, but we’ve got each other, baby.”
“Yes, a place to stay, a car, and three and a quarter legs,” he whispered against her skin. He chuckled. “We’ve got it all.”
Maybe not all, but it was more than enough to build a future on.
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MASTER NO
Masters and Mercenaries, Book 9
By Lexi Blake
Coming August 4, 2015
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Disavowed by those he swore to protect…
Tennessee Smith is a wanted man. Betrayed by his government and hunted by his former employer, he’s been stripped of everything he holds dear. If the CIA finds him, they’re sure to take his life as well. His only shot at getting it all back is taking down the man who burned him. He knows just how to get to Senator Hank McDonald and that’s through his daughter, Faith. In order to seduce her, he must become something he never thought he’d be—a Dom.
Overcome by isolation and duty…
All her life, Dr. Faith “Mac” McDonald has felt alone, even among her family. Dedicating herself to helping others and making a difference in the world has brought her some peace, but a year spent fighting the Ebola virus in West Africa has taken a toll. She’s come home for two months of relaxation before she goes back into the field. After holding so many lives in her hands, nothing restores her like the act of submission. Returning to her favorite club, Mac is drawn to the mysterious new Dom all the subs are talking about, Master No. In the safety of his arms, she finds herself falling head over heels in love.
Forced to choose between love and revenge…
On an exclusive Caribbean island, Ten and Mac explore their mutual attraction, but her father’s plots run deeper than Ten could possibly have imagined. With McKay-Taggart by his side, Ten searches for a way to stop the senator, even as his feelings for Mac become too strong to deny. In the end, he must choose between love and revenge—a choice that will change his life forever.
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“Do they really call you Master No?”
He chuckled. “Apparently. But you’re not going to call me that. Are you?”
He was right back to staring at her lips. Actually, it was nice to see the horny side of Tennessee. She loved his name. It fit the man. Enigmatic. “Why do they call you that?”
He scooted closer to her, so close their chests almost touched. “Because I don’t play around. Not with women who don’t mean something to me. I have my duties at Sanctum and I fulfill them, but I’m not indulgent with women who don’t belong to me. I tend to be very much the opposite.”
Another thing she didn’t understand. Even in their texts and Internet conversations, he’d been indulgent with her. He seemed to want to see her do things that pleased her. He’d ordered her to eat chocolate one night when she said she shouldn’t because she was worried about her weight. She did not make that mistake twice. He’d watched as she’d had her first real chocolate in almost a year. “You’re not that way with me.”
“I have a contract that states very plainly you do belong to me.” He stared at her for a moment and she had an unnerving thought that he could see right through her. “You’re not afraid of what could happen to you after yesterday. You’re afraid of what could happen between the two of us.”
Well, he wasn’t pussyfooting around the situation. “Like I said, it feels different than I thought it would. I feel more than I thought I would.”
He moved in again and she could suddenly feel his heat all over. Not just his heat. Something really big and really hard was resting against her thigh. It was fairly close to where i
t should be. Could be. Might be soon.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Faith. Did you really want to sleep with a man you didn’t know?”
That three weeks had been the difference. She supposed she’d expected they would get in touch but not a lot more. They would come together to play and have sex. It felt like more than sex. Being so close to Tennessee felt more intimate than actually having sex with Roger. “No. I thought I did. I thought it was kind of the right thing to do. Real relationships are hard for me. My career is kind of demanding.”
His fingertips brushed over her collarbone. God, he was killing her. “Yes, it’s demanding, but you know what I think?”
He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose, a sweet gesture.
He was being so tender with her and she wanted to scream at him to just jump on her and have his wicked way. Her body was getting primed. Her nipples were so hard. They might climb off her body and try to get between his ridiculously sexy lips. “I don’t. I don’t know anything right now.”
Except the fact that she wanted him. It was probably a bad idea, but she wanted him.
“Then let me help you out, darlin’. You don’t have to think for a while. Let’s both stop thinking and follow our instincts for once.” He moved in and his lips caressed hers.
Easy, thoughtful, at first he simply pressed his mouth to hers, letting them rub together as though taking stock of the feel of her. Ten didn’t overwhelm her. He started slow. He let her sigh against him as he brushed his lips over hers and let her taste the mint on his mouth.
She gasped and pushed against him. “You already got up and brushed your teeth.”
The most devilish look went over his face and he stopped playing. He rolled over and his body was on top of hers, his hips coaxing her legs to open wide. Before she really knew what he was doing, his cock was right on her core. “Yes, I did. I woke up and I showered and brushed my teeth, and my poor little sub slept the morning away. I came back out here and climbed into bed with you and waited for my moment. I’m going to eat you up, Faith.”
His mouth covered hers and she couldn’t fight him. It felt too good. His tongue surged and he seemed eager to devour her. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, his body heavy but in the best of ways. She loved his weight bearing her down into the mattress. There really wasn’t enough space for the two of them, but they didn’t need it. They simply nestled together until she wasn’t sure how to untangle their limbs. His chest pressed down, warmth flaring through her as his tongue invaded.
He’d gotten up and prepared himself for her. Oh, he wasn’t giving her the same courtesy, but he didn’t seem to need it. He wasn’t acting like a man who wasn’t enjoying himself.
“Stop thinking, Faith,” he growled against her lips. “You taste good. You’re fucking perfect and I dreamed about doing this all night. Best dreams I’ve had in forever. I’m not waiting for you to decide you’re good enough for me. I’m telling you. You’re perfect and I want to fuck you more than I want my next damn breath.”
He took her mouth before she could respond and she just kind of melted under him. There was nothing else to do. He’d taken control and she needed this.
He kissed her and his hands explored, running under her tank top and up to the under curve of her breast. His cock was suddenly right on top of her mound. Only her pajama bottoms, thin undies, and his boxers were between them. She could feel the hard line of his erection jutting between her thighs, dragging over her pussy in a blatant imitation of what he would do once he got inside her.
“Dreamed about this all damn night.” He shifted off to the side and his hand suddenly cupped her, one thumb brushing over her nipple. “Hell, I’ve dreamed about this since we started talking, Faith, and I think you have, too. That’s why you’re acting so skittish this morning. You like me.”
So arrogant and so damn right. She couldn’t help but smile at him. “I do. I like you a lot, Tennessee.”
He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Well, that’s a good thing because I like you, too, Faith.”
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SCANDAL NEVER SLEEPS
The Perfect Gentlemen, Book 1
By Shayla Black and Lexi Blake
Coming August 18, 2015
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They are the Perfect Gentlemen of Creighton Academy: privileged, wealthy, powerful friends with a wild side. But a deadly scandal is about to tear down their seemingly ideal lives...
Maddox Crawford’s sudden death sends Gabriel Bond reeling. Not only is he burying his best friend, he’s cleaning up Mad’s messes, including his troubled company. Grieving and restless, Gabe escapes his worries in the arms of a beautiful stranger. But his mind-blowing one-night stand is about to come back to haunt him . . .
Mad groomed Everly Parker to be a rising star in the executive world. Now that he’s gone, she’s sure her job will be the next thing she mourns, especially after she ends up accidentally sleeping with her new boss. If only their night together hadn’t been so incendiary—or Gabe like a fantasy come true...
As Gabe and Everly struggle to control the heated tension between them, they discover evidence that Mad’s death was no accident. Now they must bank their smoldering passions to hunt down a murderer—because Mad had secrets that someone was willing to kill for, and Gabe or Everly could be the next target...
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“I want to see you.”
Even in the low light, he noticed her breath hitch. “You want me to turn on the lights?”
“That’s not what I meant.” He never took his burning gaze from her. “I want to see you naked. Take off your dress. Show me your breasts.”
“I’ll close the curtains.” She started to turn to the windows.
He caught her elbow, gently restraining her. “Don’t. We’re high up. No one can see in. Take off your dress. Let me see you in the moonlight.”
Her gaze tangled with his, and he could see a hint of her trepidation. A gentleman might have backed down. But he knew what he wanted. She must want him too or she wouldn’t have agreed to spend the night with him. He wasn’t giving Eve the easy way out.
Finally, she turned her back to him and lifted her arms, struggling to reach the metal tab. “There’s a zipper down the back.”
He moved closer. “Let me.”
Gabe ran his hands up her spine before finding the zipper. She lifted her curls out of his way, exposing the graceful column of her neck. Her skin looked pale, almost incandescent in the low light. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned over and kissed her nape, feeling her shiver under his touch.
Slowly, he eased the zipper down, his fingertips brushing her spine. Once he passed her neck, she let her hair fall free, the strawberry-blond mass tumbling well past her shoulders, gliding over her skin. Her tresses were soft, too. Not severely flat-ironed. Different, like the woman herself. Fuck, he could lose himself in Eve.
She shrugged, allowing the straps of her dress to fall past her shoulders and drop to her waist.
Her bra looked plain and white. He was used to delicate garments meant to entice a man, so he had no idea why the site of her utilitarian bra made his cock jerk. She hadn’t been seeking a man this evening, much less intending to seduce a lover. When she’d dressed, it had been for comfort. But now, she was here with him, slowly peeling away her clothes.
With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra with a twist of his hand and slid his fingers under the straps to strip them off. He closed his eyes and allowed his hands to roam across the wealth of smooth skin he’d just exposed. He drew her back against his chest and grazed his way up her abdomen until he found her breasts. Full and real, he loved the weight of them in his palms. He drew his thumbs over the nubs of her nipples and Eve rewarded him with a long intake of breath.
“That feels so good.” As she leaned back against him for support, she shuddered and thrust her breasts up like twin offerings.
> He would absolutely take everything she had to give.
Gabe filled his hands with her flesh, cupping and rubbing and discovering every inch of her breasts before he grew impatient to have her totally bare and pushed the dress over the curve of her hips. It pooled on the floor at her feet.
Her underwear matched her bra. If she were his, he would buy her La Perla. He would dress her like a goddess in silk and lace and know that she wore the most come-hither lingerie for his eyes only. She could wear her ladylike dresses and cover herself with all appropriate modesty if she wanted—but only until they were alone.
As he stripped off her panties, a wild possessiveness blazed through his system. Gabe turned her to face him, well aware that he needed to slow down but utterly incapable of doing so. He took in the sight of her breasts. They looked every bit as perfect as they’d felt.
“You’re beautiful.”
“I don’t feel that way.” She tilted her face up to his, drinking him in with her stare. There was nothing coy about her expression. She looked at him with naked yearning. “Not most of the time. But you make me feel sexy.”
“You are. I want to be very clear about how beautiful I think you are.” He kissed her again, lifting her up and out of her dress, heading back to the bedroom while his mouth ate hungrily at hers.
She didn’t fight him, didn’t fidget to make him set her back on the ground. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her. Her fingers sank into his hair and she held tight while her tongue danced against his.
Luckily, he knew Plaza suites like the back of his hand. He maneuvered her toward the bed, his cock throbbing insistently.