Bound to Surrender (South Jersey Bound Series) Read Free

replied. He’d been acutely aware of her presence in the stands, particularly when a win had made his testosterone run high.
    “I wish I could have made a few of the away ones as well,” she said. “But, the library renovation made leaving early impossible.”
    “Are things going well on that account?” he asked.
    She nodded. “When we’re done, we’ll have the best technology lab in South Jersey. Kids grow up with the stuff now, and it’s so important to show them technology can be more than entertainment. It’s essential to education, to research...” Her voice trailed.
    “Don’t stop,” he urged.
    She lowered her head and glanced up through her lashes. “I get kind of passionate.”
    “I’ll bet you do.”
    She blinked, wetting her lower lip. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then glanced down and wrinkled her nose. “I’m melting.”
    “So I see,” he replied, popping the last of his cone into his mouth.
    She caught a threatening drip with her tongue.
    Bryce unfolded his legs as she licked. She pressed her lips to the lower edge—just where the ice cream disappeared into the cone.
    The three bucks her ice cream had cost had been the best money he’d spent in years.
    He told himself to look back out at the road, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from her mouth. She looked up and blushed. Actually blushed. His pulse thudded inside his cock.
    It was on, baby. Time to reel her in.
    Bells clanged again and then, after the teens made their noisy way out, the shop grew quiet.
    “You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he commented with more breath than he intended.
    “I am, actually.”
    “I could watch you eat…anything.”
    When she smiled, her eyes sparkled.
    “So, what brought you to the ice cream shop, Mr. Walker?” Christina asked, resting her elbows on the table and curving toward him. “I’ve never seen you in here before.”
    Bryce wondered if she knew how her shirt gaped, revealing the pale, smooth swell of her breasts. He glanced up, watching a sensual smile curve her lips. She knew, alright.
    He gazed out the window. The sun glinted off freshly washed cars rolling along Stokes Road. “My air conditioner is broken,” he said, voice cracking.
    “Really?”
    Her throaty purr made him glance back. She tilted her head and swirled the cone against her mouth, finishing the ice cream. Then, she slowly licked her lips clean.
    Why the hell had he taken off those sunglasses?
    “Must be sweltering back at your place,” she said.
    “Yeah. I was, uh, on my way back from the gym and ice cream seemed...” What was it he wanted to say? “...like a good idea.”
    Clearly, blood had left the articulate part of his brain.
    He could just about make out the edge of Christina’s bra—delicate, light pink lace. Did her panties match? Would she wear a thong or a lacy brief?
    Brief. Definitely brief. Possibly sheer.
    He rubbed his knee and leaned back.
    “Mmmm….fantastic.” She popped the last of her cone into her mouth and hummed. “Must be awful to be without air conditioning—it’s at least one hundred.”
    “One hundred and five, actually. I heard on the gym radio that it’s not supposed to go down past ninety tonight.”
    She shook her head and scowled. “Too hot to sleep. You could check into one of those hotels on seventy-three—there’s a zillion of them,” she said in a light, careless tone, though her serious gaze was fixed on his. Was she probing for his plans?
    “I was planning to head to the mall and pick up a new unit.”
    He refused to be the first to look away. The brandy -gold color of her eyes shaded darker around the edges as she smiled like the damn Mona Lisa.
    “I have a better idea,” she said, as if the thought just occurred. “How about you come to my place for a drink? I have sangria.”
    He swallowed. He’d been angling for an invite, and his palms tingled with anticipation. He didn’t want to assume sex, but her body emitted raw need his cock