One seriously sexy son-of-a-duke . . .
Behind the posh British accent, Dylan Hale possesses a down-and-dirty sexiness. Off-the-charts gorgeous, a ruthless architect . . . and did I mention he's a future duke? Every time we touch, it's wildfire. All need and lust and heat. But Dylan has rules: just sex, no one can know, and in the bedroom he gets complete control. All I have to do is follow the rules, because falling in love with Dylan Hale is all it would take to screw everything up . . . royally.
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Excerpt
We weren’t a foot inside when he closed the door behind him and
said, “Turn around, damsel,” indicating I should face away from him. I
complied, and he slowly came up behind me, running his hands along my bare
upper back and down my arms. He unzipped the dress and pulled it off my
shoulders so it pooled at my feet. I was naked except for my insanely high
heels. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my naked ass into his front, and I could
feel his hardness pushing against the seam of his trousers. “Can you feel how
much I want you? How much I want this?” he said firmly, increasing his grip on
my hips, pulling me even closer.
I tilted my head back and to the side to try to steal a glimpse of
him, and he rested his chin on my shoulder. His hands wrapped around and palmed
my breasts. He pushed them in and up, molding them in his palms, and he began
to tug at my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and finger, teasing them
to the point where pain met pleasure.
“I’m breaking all sorts of rules for you, aren’t I?” He was kissing
my neck, sucking my skin, nipping it gently between his teeth, devouring me in
motions that mimicked what he was doing to my breasts.
“What rules have you broken for me?” I asked, practically
whispering, searching for steadiness in my breath.
He spun me around and lifted me by my ass in one swift move. I
locked my ankles behind his back. “For starters I rarely sleep with the same
woman twice, at least not in the same week. I don’t spend the night. Ever. And
neither do the women I see. And I don’t invite women into my office. Ever. But
I couldn’t resist with you. I’d been dreaming about having my mouth on that
pretty pussy on that table for weeks. Picturing you just as you were.”
“Did it live up to the dream?” I nuzzled into his cheek, desperate
to get to a place where he was naked, where I could feel his skin on my skin.
“The dream didn’t stand a chance.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you breaking any of your rules, would I? I
mean, maybe we better stop now, and you could sleep on my sofa. Or you can get
back on your horse—”
“Not on your life, smartass.”
About the Author
Parker Swift grew up in Providence, Rhode Island, and then grew up again in New York, London, and Minneapolis and currently lives in Connecticut. She has spent most of her adult life examining romantic relationships in an academic lab as a professor of social psychology. Now, she's exploring the romantic lives of her fictional characters in the pages of her books. When she's not writing, she spends her time with her bearded nautical husband and being told not to sing along to pop music in the car by her two sons.
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