Wicked: Sweet Temptation [Wicked Series Book 4] Read Free

on her body until she screamed with the force of it. She heard him grunt under her, his hold on her tightening until he threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he fucked her near stupid.
    When he stilled, she collapsed against him, panting for breath while his hands spanned her back and his fingers danced in random patterns across her skin.
    The voices of people outside filtered into the room and Faith wondered if they’d heard her screams. Her head pounded as her blood rushed through her veins and the heat coursing through her limbs left her feeling groggy and sated. A week with this man wasn’t enough. The hours they’d spent together were only brief flashes of time she’d never get again. After today, he’d be gone forever.
    He kissed the top of her head, holding his lips to her and mumbled, “I’m going to miss you, Tink.”
    She smiled and hugged him to her. “I’m going to miss you, too, Mick.”
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Chapter 2
    Mick opened his eyes and stared at the clock before sighing. Faith had been gone for hours and he still hadn’t bothered to get up off the bed. He’d reluctantly let her go after spending less time than he wanted tasting every inch of her skin and couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she gave him one last smile and left his room … and his life forever. The cottage still hung heavy with the musky odor of sex. His sheets smelled like her, his skin was covered in her scent, and he was loathed to wash it off. He knew he’d never see her again and that fact alone left him feeling empty for the first time in years.
    Since the day he realized his ex-wife, Jennifer, had only married him for his money, he’d locked the part of himself that actually cared about women away and had no intentions of ever bringing it back out but one week with Faith and it demanded to be set free. He guarded his heart the best he could but the loss he was feeling now let him know he hadn’t done enough.
    He hadn’t lied when he told her he’d miss her. He already did.
    Sitting up, he stared around the room and snorted a laugh. The room was trashed. Housekeeping was going to charge them a fortune to clean the mess up. An array of assorted liquor bottles littered the room. Various pieces of trash and take-out containers, empty tubes of lube and an assortment of used condoms were tossed haphazardly near the trashcan. He tried counting how many were there but just looking at them made him think of her and thinking of her made his chest ache.
    Standing up, he searched the room for the pants he’d dropped earlier. Finding them near the dresser, he tried shaking the wrinkles out. A piece of paper fell from one of the pockets and he reached down and picked it up, unfolding it before reading what it said.
    His vision was blurry due to the massive headache from his morning activities and the hangover. The words were distorted but squinting, and holding the paper close to his face, brought them slowly into focus. His eyes widened as he read what appeared to be a legal document. His pulse started to race when he read it a second time to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood what he was seeing. The room started to spin suddenly, his heart clenching in fear as the words screeched through his head before he started to scream.
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    “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Please let this be a joke.” Faith shoved the newspaper between her leg and the seat of the plane and stared out the small window, watching the clouds rush by. They were half an hour from Atlanta and the flight from Vegas had been spent recalling the past week and wondering if anyone back home would ever find out what she’d been doing. She’d reassured herself no one would know and had finally convinced herself that her daddy would never find out what a sinful little heathen she was.
    Now this.
    Reaching for the paper, she straightened it out, smoothing her hand over the crinkled paper and once again looked at the