Liam pressed her against the rough concrete wall and lifted one of her arms above her head. Seconds later, she felt a tug on her arm and heard the click of the handcuffs. “You’re not leaving this roof until I’m done with you.” He ran his fingers down the front of her sweater, popping the buttons easily to reveal the beige camisole underneath. He shoved the sweater aside then lifted the camisole above her bra.

  He ran his fingertip down one of the straps. “Bright pink, I never would’ve guessed you were such a naughty girl.”

  The bra hook was in the front and he snapped it open and pushed the cups aside. Wisps of night air whispered across her nipples. Anticipating his touch, she arched her back and moaned. He took one of her breasts in his hand and covered the other with his eager mouth. Jenn dropped her head back, stared upwards into the stars and gave herself over to the pleasure he offered. As he sucked on her tender flesh, caressing her with his hands and mouth, tendrils of heat made a trail of lust down from her stomach to her pussy. Liquid want made her wet and ready for him to be deep inside her. He lifted his mouth. “Look at me.”

  He was looking up at her with his bright eyes. “It’s a good thing you are naughty. That might come in handy if you get a speeding ticket.”

  “How—?”

  But his mouth was on hers again, silencing her with a demanding kiss. She leaned into him, welcoming the firm press of his lips and the invasion of his tongue. She ran her free hand down his back, across his hard ass, then finally stopped when she brushed across his solid shaft. She wrapped her fingers around him. It was his turn to groan. The heavy sound made vibrations roll through Jenn’s body. She stroked his cock, moving her fingers up and down his long, thick shaft.

  He lifted his mouth from hers. “Move your hand.”

  She did as he’d said, watching as he sheathed himself. Once the condom was on, he dropped to his knees to unzip her skirt then pulled down her tights. Then he pressed his mouth to the soft hair between her legs. The sight of his dark head nestled between her legs exceeded any of the fantasies she’d cooked up while writing the cop blog post. The real thing was beyond imagination. She shivered as he lapped at the slickness inside her. Taking his time, he circled her clit, licking and sucking everywhere except right where she needed it the most. She shifted her hips. He grabbed her ass and held her steady, still taking his time playing with her pussy. After several swirls around her throbbing flesh, he lifted his mouth. “I know you want to take care of things here. All you have to do is say what you’re willing to do.”

  When she realised he was repeating words from her blog post, she smiled. “I’m willing to let you fuck me right here on the roof, right now.”

  “Like this?” He grinned up at her, his green eyes reflecting the street lights below. “With your clothes all crazy?”

  “Get on your feet and finish what you started.”

  She didn’t have to ask twice—he was up on his feet and standing before her, his naked body hers for the taking. He spread his legs to angle his hips in front of her pelvic bone and she arched her back to give him better access to her slick core. His stiff cock pressed against her thigh only for a second before he moved quickly to slip his tip between her lips and stroke her clit. The long, smooth strokes made her knees shake.

  “You know I’m only going to let you boss me around a little.” He squeezed her ass, needing her flesh with rough strokes. “I’m the one with the key to the handcuffs. You might want to remember that.” He ran his finger between her ass cheeks and leaned against her, pinning her to the wall. The air in her lungs came out in a rush.

  “That’s right.” He rubbed his mouth against her neck. “I’m actually the one in control.”

  Liam eased his shaft into her tight core, working his way in deep. “Tell me you understand I’m the one in charge.”

  “You’re in control,” she whispered. “I want it that way.”

  His only response was a groan. He rocked back, withdrew, then thrust in again. The angle of his hips put immediate pressure on her clit and she felt the small nub stiffen. Each time he stroked it, her nerve endings sparked and the coil of tension pulled tighter. An animalistic moan rolled up from her throat as he picked up speed, pumping into her with his thick cock.

  When she tugged against the cuffs, he reached up to steady her arms. “Be still and let me fuck you, Jenn.”

  She stopped fighting and put all her effort into concentrating on Liam’s powerful body and the way he used it to possess her. He moved his hands off her arms, touching her wherever he could, but she felt him everywhere at once. The first wave of her release circled through her, starting slowly then picking up speed with the fierceness that completely took her breath away. He groaned as he continued to pump into her with firm, deliberate thrusts.

  The combination of his dick and roaming hands ignited a wild heat inside her. Her breath hitched in her throat and she bucked against him until she lost the ability to stand on her own. She started to stumble. He tightened his hold on her hips. When he squeezed her ass cheeks, the pressure on her clit increased and the fantastic sensation turned into an explosion of bliss. She clung on the edge of consciousness as he pumped into her, grunting as his own orgasm rolled through him.

  They rocked together, bringing each other to the brink of consciousness. Spirals of tension circled through Jenn. She gave herself over to Liam completely, welcoming his fierce thrusts and encouraging him to use her body for his own pleasure. His groans grew louder, his movements more awkward. His entire body tightened against hers and he drove into her until he was finally, fully satisfied.

  Once Jenn had control of her breathing again, she sighed.

  “Yeah,” Liam said, reaching up to unlock the cuff. “I was thinking the exact same thing.” He took her arm down, rubbed her wrist then kissed the inside. “Okay?”

  “Better than okay. I’m not sure I can walk.”

  Still holding her hand, he turned about and led her back towards the chairs.

  She walked slowly behind him, taking her time to enjoy the view of his thick legs, firm ass and wide shoulders. Reaching up to touch a dancing skeleton covering most of his right shoulder blade, she grinned and asked, “Any meaning to it?”

  He glanced back over his shoulder. “Would you believe I was in a punk band?” He spun around, grabbed her and guided her into the chair. He turned around again and rolled his shoulder, making the skeleton dance. Speaking over her laughter, he added, “It seemed like a good idea at the time.” He slipped the robe on and used a hand towel from the pocket of the robe to remove the condom then sat beside her. “So, about what I should’ve told you.”

  She lifted an eyebrow and grinned. She had a feeling she already knew what he was going to say, but he wanted to banish the last traces of the lie. “Go ahead,” she said as she poked his thigh. “Relieve your conscience.”

  “I only used that thing with Davi as an excuse to be with you.”

  She grinned. “For a minute I thought you were undercover, you know, pretending not to understand what people were saying so you could get information or whatever. Then I decided I didn’t care.” Below, a series of loud car horns blared. Once the noise had stopped, she asked, “How is Davi, by the way?”

  “Yeah, about him. How did you hear about the party?”

  Jenn was watching some lights in the apartment in the building across the way blink on. After a few seconds she looked back to him. “I sort of stole an invitation that came in on the fax machine.”

  “Sort of stole it, huh?”

  She told him about her friend coming by around nine-thirty and convincing her to take the invitation. That was the same time Davi had left him to make that call. “I have a hunch he had Ava Marie send the fax.” Liam took her hand and ran his fingertips across her wrist. “I owe him a thank you.”

  Jenn flipped her hand over and wrapped her fingers between his. “Does Davi have a girlfriend?”

  Liam laughed. “Davi doesn’t believe in actual relationships. He’s a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy.”

  “People can change, you know. And I’ve just thought of the perfect way for you to pay Davi back for hooking us up.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  She stood and used their linked hands to pull him to his feet. “Mmm, yep.” She turned her back on him and spoke over her shoulder as she headed for the door. “But first I think we need to put that hotel bed to good use.”

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  Play for Keeps

  Isabelle Drake

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “On your way somewhere?”

  Keera Koltai lifted her gaze from the nearly empty beer bottle wrapped in her fingers to connect with a pair of very liquid, very male eyes. Brown, with flecks of lighter tan about the same colour as the bare skin of his lean chest.

  What was it with the guys around these islands? Didn’t any of them wear shirts?

  At least, this one had a black tee tucked into the back pocket of his low hung jeans.

  He spoke again, his southern Florida accent hanging heavy in the damp August air. “Where’d you ride from?”

  “Up by Tampa.” Keera swallowed the last of her beer and rolled the empty bottle in her hands as she scanned the mostly empty roadside park. The only life enjoying the mangrove shaded crushed shell shoreline was a trio of stilts, wading along in the quiet tide. Over on the other side of the parking lot some parents dug through their van, sorting out gear while their kids jumped up, trying to touch the low needles of a slash pine.

  When she looked back to the guy, he nodded, swinging himself around her bright yellow Buell and dropping onto the sandy grass where she’d stopped to stretch before continuing the last few miles to the isolated campground where she was headed. The day’s last rays of sun crossed over his chest, casting shadows over his long, lean legs. Tipping his head, he said, “Nice bike.”

  The Buell was Keera’s only real possession, a symbol of some constant quest. Maybe a quest for freedom, maybe a quest for something else, she really didn’t know. The bike was such a personal part of herself, a part that even she didn’t understand, she rarely talked about it with anyone. So she simply nodded and said thanks.

  He slanted her a grin and held out his hand. “I’m Samuel, off-duty fishing guide.”

  Keera accepted the gesture, wrapping her fingers around his wide palm. Calloused skin rasped against her fingertips as he slowly pulled away in a release so gradual it was a sensual promise. A warm sliver of awareness slipped through her, and she found herself taking an appraising look at his leanly muscled chest and flat stomach.

  He noticed her stare and angled back onto his elbows, strands of his shaggy black hair catching in the evening breeze. “I was fishing the rivers that come off White Water Bay the past couple days, now I’m headed up Tamiami Trail to hang out with some friends, then, you know, whatever.”

  Right.

  Whatever.

  Keera knew where the conversation was headed.

  To hook up or not to hook up.

  It was the scenario she’d heard her customers at Fantasies Inc. recount over and over, mostly on Wednesdays when they stopped in to take advantage of the Hot Hump Day specials as they stocked up for the upcoming weekend. She loved hearing their lusty stories about frisky one night stands and leisurely afternoons spent with long-time lovers but lately as she’d listened to the tales she’d started to wonder if there was something wrong with her.

  Like now, for example. Here she was with a sexy, easy-going hottie with rough hands that could probably deliver on some sigh worthy stories for when she got back to work but she didn’t feel…enough.

  Shouldn’t she be panting? Or feeling all hot and melty? Shouldn’t she be fantasising about all the things this guy could do to her—or what she could do to him?

  “So how about it? You up for something?”

  An inner voice shouted, this is exactly the sort of thing you need.

  An opportunity to jump start her sex dive. But she hesitated. She had no reason not to hook up with him for a night or two—but she couldn’t find a reason to want to.

  Think sex, Keera. Want it. Feel it.

  Whatever it might be.

  She really needed to want something.

  Anything.

  “Mmm…maybe.” The lame reply was the best she could do while she struggled with the fact that she just wasn’t all that turned on. She’d been blaming her lingering lack of interest on being surrounded by sex toys, play clothes, how-to videos, and most anything else sex-related, but lately, she’d begun to worry that there was something really wrong with her. Like her sex switch had been flipped to off with no hope of coming back on.

  A thread of desperation wound around her, and she shifted, arching her back and lifting her chin in defiance. It couldn’t be.

  Watching her body flex, his mouth twitched and his gaze lingered over her bra-less breasts. “Yeah, maybe.”

  With a chuckle, he rolled, turning over in the grass until he was close enough that their bodies connected. The movement was playful and a bit silly, but the message in his dark eyes was unwavering, determined.

  To make his message clear, he put his hand on her stomach, spreading his fingers wide enough to almost brush the soft underside of her breasts.

  “Maybe I could give you a little something right here.” He slid his palm up, flicking his thumb against her breast and watching it jiggle.

  Beneath the blue cotton of her halter top, her nipples pebbled, sending a gentle current of heat down her centre. Her body was trying to tell her to get a clue. All she had to do was listen.

  The family had packed up their van and was heading across the narrow bridge that led to the freeway. The only other person at the park was a man tagging along behind his lab that was barking at the water each time a wave lapped up, rolling across the sand.

  Here was the perfect opportunity to take whatever she wanted, think only of herself and not worry the emotional entanglements of mutual pleasure and relationships.

  Focusing on the flicker of heat flowing through her body, Keera nodded. “Okay.” She looked him in the eye, adding, “But I’m not making any promises about later—or anything else.”

  There was a beat of silence as all traces of playfulness fell from his face. He slid his hand under the strap of her top then shoved down, cupping her right breast and pressing his calloused thumb across her tight nipple.

  The motion was quick and calculated, as though he’d been planning it ever since they’d started talking.

  Instantly, her breasts swelled, turned hot.

  Her mind scrambled to catch up.

  He wasn’t paying any attention to their surroundings. Keera glanced around. The man and dog were gone, and no voices came on the wind.

  Get what you can. Take what you want.

  Just see what happens.

  She reached out, but he took her hand. “I’m showing you.”

  With nothing to do but feel, Keera breathed deeply, dropping her head back to let him know she welcomed his rough touch, encouraging him to show her what else he had to offer.

  His brown gaze darkened as he focused all his attention on her, watching her reaction, making sure he was getting to her. “Like that don’t you?”

  Still circling her tight nipple with his thumb, he pressed his face to her cheek, letting his warm breath whisper into her ear. A hot shiver ran down her spine, pulling along the swollen heat in her breasts. The sensations melted together and rolled down to her womb.

  “It’s been a long time,” he said softly into her ear. “Your pussy is begging for attention, I can tell.”

  Questions popped into her mind. How long had it been? Had it ever really, really been good? When? With who?

  Relax.

  Feel.

  His breathing quickened, the circular motions of his hand stayed steady but seemed to become more purposeful as his intent to arouse her increased. He leaned into her, pinning her to the ground.

  A sudden realisation burst into Keera’s mind. He wasn’t just trying to get her wet so he could fuck her, he was enjoying himself. Getting her hot was making him hot.

  Incredible.

  Curious, she dropped her hand to his thighs and pushed up, connecting with his crotch. Exploring with her fingers, she found his swollen cock. She trailed her fingers along the zipper then went lower. The outline of his long, hard shaft filled her hand.

  His mouth fell away from her ear, and he moaned, low in his chest. “Yeah, you did that to me. And you can grab me however you want.”

  Thanks to too many critical lovers and her own foggy self confidence she couldn’t decide what to do.

  Unsure but determined to do something, she simply matched his movements, cupping as much of his bulge as she could then moving her hand in a rhythmic motion.

  Her reward was his moan.

  His breathing quickened, and he jerked his hips back and forth, thrusting himself into her hand.

  “But this is about you, remember?” He pulled her hand away then rolled on top of her, shoving her thighs apart with one of his legs then settling between hers. The second their bodies connected, a spike of heat pierced her clit, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

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  About the Author

  Thrill-seeking risk takers, heroes with a dark past, sexy locales, untamed women! Isabelle Drake writes stories featuring men and women who aren’t afraid to go after what they want. An avid traveller, she’ll go just about anywhere—at least once—to meet people and get story ideas.

 

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