BUY @ EVERNIGHT KINDLE ARe
BLURB~~ Charged with planting a listening device in the office of a dangerous nightclub owner, Ever Marcille accepts an invite from her target to indulge in some naughty play. She didn’t count on their mutual, insatiable need, or the many ways his closely guarded secrets are intertwined with hers.
Undercover federal agent Simon Dakin has one thing on his mind, catching the arms dealer known as Ghost. That’s until he spies the mysterious woman at his bar. Time after time she comes in, teasing his senses. Starring in his fantasies. He promises himself one night with her in his arms, but a single taste isn’t possible. He’s hooked.
Even as their secrets intrude, Dak and Ever succumb to their desires. But time is running out. Secrets past and present must be revealed. Can their new-found feelings survive the many blows, or is this over before it even begins?
EXCERPT~~ Strobe lights glinted off the slender arch of her bare back. A tiny black dress barely covered her taut ass. He couldn’t decide which to stare at first. Or longest. The ass begging to be squeezed, bit, or the blue-green stars floating from her right shoulder to the curve of her left hip.
Dak palmed his cock and stared at the surveillance cameras. The mysterious woman was back. Two nights a week, for the last three weeks, she’d come in to his club, Dakota House. Always by herself. Other, more beautiful women lingered at the bar, but Dak paid them no attention. She took it all.
His fantasy lady strolled over to the bar, her sure steps and swaying hips screaming, “fuck me”. Taking a seat on a high stool, she crossed her long, caramel-colored legs. The obscenely high heels on her feet gave them the illusion of never-ending. His balls tightened, cock swelling harder. This morning he’d jacked off to her face in his head. As he watched his cum mix with the water, he promised he’d make a move the next time she came in.
Here she was, putting him to the test. As if she felt his perusal, she lifted her face slightly, gaze searching and finding the camera directly above the bar. Dak pressed some buttons and zoomed in. She lifted her chin as her wide eyes mocked him, lips curved into a smirk. A bad girl. He knew it from the way she walked, the way she sat expectantly. Waiting.
Dak snatched up the phone on his desk with unsteady hands and punched the number to his head of security who patrolling the floor. Jayce answered immediately.
“Bring her to me,” Dak spoke into Jayce’s earpiece.
“About time.” Loud hip-hop drowned out Jayce’s laugh.
“Just do it.” Dak hung up and took a breath. He moved to stand then thought better of it when Jayce approached the woman. His friend bent and whispered in her ear. Dak growled, the sound surprising him. He didn’t like Jayce being that close to her.
Jayce straightened, but the woman didn’t move. In fact she picked up the glass of clear pink liquid in front of her and drank slowly. Jayce crossed his arms, frowning at her. His friend wasn’t used to waiting on anyone. Dak wasn’t either.
She licked her lips and Dak could almost taste the salt from the rim of her glass. His mystery woman traced the circular rim with a gloved finger, then brought it to her mouth where she wiped it clean with a dart of her tongue.
Dak grabbed the phone and spoke into Jayce’s earpiece. “If she’d not up here in five minutes, you’re so fucking fired.”
On the screen, Jayce grinned. Dak grunted. Maybe it was time to start looking for a new best friend.
She stood smoothly, following Jayce as he led her to Dak’s private elevator.
Dak checked his appearance in the mirror in his bathroom, then stood at his window looking down at the line of people waiting to get into his club. He smiled, anticipation a tight coil in his gut. He’d never looked forward to anything more than he did to meeting his mystery woman face to face. He’d fucked his share of beautiful women, but this one, something had grabbed him and held on the instant he saw her.
She occupied his dreams, and it was nothing a good session of raunchy sex couldn’t cure.
A muted knock sounded on his office door. He cleared his throat before bidding, “Come in.”
The door opened, and he turned as she stepped over the threshold. Their eyes met, held, and his heart pounded in his chest.
“You called?” A thin, dark brow lifted as she closed the door quietly behind her.
Dak nodded. “I did. I want to know who you are, what name to call the woman whose face I’ve been seeing in my sleep.” He knew her name, her shoes size, her address, but she didn’t know that.
She approached him slowly, heels making no sound on the Berber carpet. “You dream about me?”
“You sound surprised.” Dak walked to his private bar and poured a shot of whiskey. A chuckle reached his ear and he turned to face her. She sat behind his desk, staring at the security monitors.
“You’ve been a bad boy, I see.” She looked at him. “Watching me this whole time.”
Dak shrugged. “You captured my interest, I had to watch you.” He held out a glass of whiskey to her and she shook her head. He placed it back on the bar and took a gulp of his.
“What do you want from me, Mr. Dakota?”
“You know who I am?” Dak removed his jacket and flung it on to the couch at the far side of the room.
Her eyes followed the movement. “Everyone knows who Ian Dakota is, but you haven’t answered my question.” She tilted her head, staring at him with green eyes. “What do you want?”
She laughed. The low, husky sound hardened his cock and moistened the tip. Dak bit back a groan. Shit.
“Do you think I’m for sale, Mr. Dakota?” She asked the question like one would ask the time of day.
“Not at all,” he rushed to assure her. “I just think you want me as much as I want you.”
She blinked, a low sweep of long lashes, and got to her feet. “You think so, huh?” At the window, she stared down at the street. Dak caressed her smooth back with his gaze. He salivated for a taste of her creamy skin and those gorgeous tattoos.
Eyes glued to the activity on the street below, she asked, “If I told you to make me come right now using only your fingers, what would you say?”
His cock jerked. “Take off your dress.”