SEDUCED BY THE STRANGER (Dirty Little Secrets, #1) Read Free

hoists my hands above my head. “You can’t imagine the things we could do,” he whispers. “The way you’d feel if you gave yourself to me.”
    “If?” I ask, hooked by what he’s done so far.
    “Yeah. If.” He releases my arms and spins me around, recapturing my hands. He presses my palms to the wall. One by one. Without stopping, he kicks my heels apart and pulls back on my hips. Just a tug while lifting my hem, and draping my dress across my lower back. “How old are you?” he asks, leaning over me as his thumbs peel apart my ass cheeks.
    I’m fully exposed to him and I answer, prepared to let him do me in any way, shape, or form he desires.
    I gaze over my shoulder and meet his eyes. “Old enough for what you have in store.”
    “That’s not an answer,” he replies, his thumbs sweeping down my crevice.
    “I didn’t use a fake ID to get in. Okay?” I bite my lip to stop from whimpering when he pushes my hips down, letting my hem fall and cover my bottom.
    “You like to argue.” He scrapes his jaw against my cheek as though punishing me for not giving him a direct answer.
    “You seem to like a woman who isn’t a total pushover.”
    “We’re equally paired. You and I.” He nips my skin, and moves his lips to my neck, sucking a point that has my eyes rolling back in my head. I’m going to come so unbelievably loud and hard from this man kissing me in a dark hall. In an ear-popping club, I decide this is my moment of flying by the seat of my pants, past the land of pastel pleasantries. I push back, swaying my bottom against his cock, fitting his thick erection in between the valley of my ass. He pushes himself forward, his fingers curl around my hips as he grazes his cock against me. We’re two seconds away from going from dry humping to full-throttle sex in public, and I hear a low growl escape his lips.
    “That was some kiss,” he grunts. “Guess we got carried away.”
    I’m stunned as I pivot toward him. He bends forward, kisses my mouth one last time. A sweet kiss, a lingering plant of his lips against mine, and then he releases me. “Shall I walk you back to your friends?”
    No more hands on me. No more lips. Only a few paltry words.
    “My friends...” This isn’t how I envisioned our conversation—we shouldn’t be talking—we should be half-naked. Clearly this is an ending and I don’t understand.
    He steps back, raking a set of long fingers through his hair, and gazes down at me with that same unrelenting stare that first grabbed me. “You didn’t come alone. Did you?”
    Almost ...so it seems. I shake my head, my cheeks heat from embarrassment. Was I too crazy? Too easy? Not enough? “I’m fine. I’ll probably go to the restroom.” I gesture across the club toward the stairs.
    “This was...incredible,” he says in a voice that’s low and deep, but even with the music rebounding off the walls, I feel each rough syllable resonating in my body. He doesn’t offer more and the ensuing awkward silence is louder than the techno song in play.
    “You’re leaving then.” The words are out of my mouth before I can censor the comment as ‘not cool—don’t say.’
    “I am. Just stopped in for a drink. Friend’s birthday. This place is too dangerous.” He lets his gaze slide down my body, then he looks back at my face. “Much too dangerous to make a mistake.”
    A mistake? My heart hammers in my chest, and I feel like he’s tossed ice water in my face. I return to the land of autopilot—devolving to how I am around my family. “It’s been fun, but I better get going too.” If I don’t leave, I’ll say something incredibly stupid. I look up and into his eyes—predator like and heavy-lidded—then turn on my heel and away from his arresting face, away from his unrelenting gaze. Away from the hottest mistake of my pastel-colored life.
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    I Found My Heaven...and My Hell
    Bennett Stone
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