Viking Bastards MC #2
By: Christina Phillips
Releasing May 1, 2017
I don't fuck girls who work for me, but as soon as Amelia turns those big green eyes on me I know she's trouble. I can't keep my hands off her, and the almost-but-not-quite-sex we share in the kitchen is the hottest thing I've ever had. Except she calls it quits, before we've even started.
Instead of moving on, she’s all I can think about and that's bad news. I'm breaking all my rules for her, and don't even care.
Until I find out who she is and what she really wants. She's after payback, but there's no way she's going to get it. No way in hell...
I trace the outline of her ear and those three irresistible hoops. She gives a little shiver but still doesn’t grab hold of me. Guess it’s time to ease her mind on things.
I move in closer, and she steps back until she’s flat against the larder door.
“What happens between us tonight doesn’t affect your job. You understand?”
“You mean if I knee your nuts, you won’t fire me?”
Instinctively, I cradle my junk. “That wasn’t my first thought.”
Her smile damn near takes my breath away. “I bet it wasn’t. I know exactly what you’re thinking.”
“Is that right?” I’m sure my package is safe so I twist a length of her hair around my finger. It’s as soft and silky as I imagined. “What’s that, then?”
“I think you’re trying to get inside my thong.”
The image of Amelia in nothing but a sexy thong fills my head. “You got a problem with that?”
“Yeah. It’s not happening.”
My gaze drops to her mouth. “Wanna bet?”
“I don’t need to bet. I’m telling you. All you get tonight is a kiss.”
Chicks don’t lay down the law to me. But then again, I’ve never been with a girl who confuses me as much as Amelia. If she wants to leave, she could easily walk away. I won’t stop her. But she stands there, like she’s daring me to take me up on her offer.
I give her a mocking smile. “You’ll want more than a kiss from me.”
She doesn’t answer right away, and I hide my smirk of victory as I lean in to claim her mouth. Her head tilts to the side, evading me, which is both frustrating and oddly fascinating.
“It doesn’t matter what I want. A kiss is my best offer. Take it or leave it.”
Despite the throb between my legs, I have the crazy urge to laugh. “That’s your best offer? You sure you don’t want me to go down on you?”
For a second I swear she’s about say yes, but then she hitches in a ragged breath. “Totally sure. Keep your head right where it is.”
No chick has ever refused that offer before, and the way she’s so desperately trying to hide how turned on she is makes me grin. “Okay. But I’ll only kiss you on one condition.”
“Huh?” She sounds drunk, and blinks at me like everything’s out of focus. “You have a condition?”
“It’s only fair.”
She stares at me as though I’ve lost my mind. I think I fucking have. Not that I care, since crazy as this all is, I’ve never had as much fun hooking up before.
Finally, she speaks. “What is it?”
“I can use my hands on you.” I wave my fingers in her face and she glances at them as though she has no idea what I’m talking about.
“Okay.” There’s a cautious note in her voice as though she thinks it’s some kind of trick. “But that’s all. Just your hands.”
That’s all I need.
Christina Phillips is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She writes on the sizzling side of naughty, and loves bringing her tough biker heroes to their knees (her heroines enjoy this, too ☺)
She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
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