Wilde Security 2 Wilde for Her Tonya Burrows

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Thanks. I owe you one.
Seth made a sound that might have been a laugh. You Wildes are all the same. You don t owe me
shit.
&
A Kit Kat bar sat on Eva s desk when she returned from a disastrous day in court. Christ, did she ever
need the chocolate pick-me-up. The judge had declared a key piece of evidence inadmissible, which
made her testimony irrelevant and was going to seriously hurt the prosecution s case against Charles
Dunphy.
The memory of his brother Gordon s smug smile as she exited the courtroom still made her blood
run cold.
Eva unwrapped the candy, broke off a piece, and searched for Cam. He was the only one who ever
dropped chocolate on her desk, so he had to be here&
She spotted him talking to a few other detectives over by the coffee maker and waved. He caught
her gaze and smiled faintly, then excused himself from the conversation.
Thanks for the chocolate, she said as he approached and bit into a piece.
Figured you d need it. I heard about what happened in court today.
Sheesh. Good news travels, she said, heavy on the sarcasm, and took another bite of her candy.
Cam nodded. Nothing faster. I know we have plans for tomorrow, but want to grab a bite and talk
it over?
She started to decline. With how backed up the department was because of the storm, she should
decline. But he seemed& worried. Or something. Besides, she was off for the night, and the idea of
spending time with Cam sent a thrill jittering around her belly.
Sure, but you re buying. She broke off another stick from her Kit Kat and pointed it at him. He
leaned forward and bit it out of her hand, which so should not have lit her up with all kinds of erotic
fantasies. Heat shot straight between her thighs and she looked around, afraid that somehow, someone
had noticed her sudden arousal. She was in a room full of detectives, after all, but the only person the
least bit interested in the flush riding her cheeks was Cam. He grinned and slung an arm over her
shoulders, all buddy-buddy like, but the warmth radiating from him only amped up her desire.
They made it as far as the parking lot.
Cam crushed her up against his SUV s door, and his mouth descended, hot and demanding, full of
erotic temptation. The heat she d felt with his embrace inside was nothing like the inferno that
engulfed her now, and the freezing wind whipping her hair around her head went unnoticed. She
clutched his shoulders, dragging him in tighter, needing him closer.
He grinned into the kiss. Demanding.
Horny, she corrected.
He patted her ass. Maybe we can do something about that later.
Later?
Christ, she was so hot, she was surprised her skin wasn t steaming right now.
Cam laughed and backed away. In his absence, the cold air slapped some sense into her and she
straightened her twisted coat, scanning the parking lot to make sure nobody saw that moment of
indiscretion with her best friend. She must be losing her ever-loving mind.
Cam nudged her aside, then opened the car door for her. She wanted to kick him for it. Her feelings
must have been broadcasted loud and clear in her expression because his grin only widened, and he
added a quick bow and a murmured, My lady, before shutting the door.
She punched his bicep when he climbed into the driver s side. You re such an asshat.
You wouldn t want me any other way.
Grumbling, she slouched into the seat and watched the passing streets. Sad truth was, he d hit the
nail on the head. She didn t want him any other way&
Well, except maybe naked.
She studied him from the corner of her eye, noting the strain at the front of his jeans. She let her
fingers follow her gaze, trailing them lightly over the bulge.
Cam sucked in a sharp breath.
Yeah, naked would be really good. She made short work of his button, slid down his zipper, and
freed his cock. He growled as she stroked him, helpless to do anything because he had to keep his
hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. For once, he was completely in her control. She liked it.
Eva, he groaned.
Betcha can t make it until we get to Maguire s.
You re evil.
Nope. Told you, just horny.
What do I get if I make it?
She licked her lips and leaned over the center console. Me.
&
Cam hit the gas, taking every shortcut he knew. Maguire s wasn t far from the police department, but
with heaps of snow blocking some roads, the trip took twice as long. He whipped into the parking lot
as the light suction of her mouth sent every muscle in his body into spasms. At six-thirty at night, the
lot was mostly empty, and he parked as far back as possible, tucked in the shadow of a dark office
building. He left the SUV running, but switched off the lights and shoved his seat back. Eva was
already a step ahead of him, shimmying out of her pants, pulling aside her panties, and straddling his
lap.
The first penetration made them both groan. Perfect. He had the oddest sense of coming home.
Then she fused her mouth over his and he held her hips steady as he pumped into her, the sex fast
and dirty, more about release than connection. When she came, her body clamped down so hard, she
squeezed his release from him.
Eva collapsed forward, her forehead resting on his shoulder as she trembled through the
aftershocks. Whew. I ve been wanting to do that all week.
Me, too. He raised a hand to stroke her hair and back, but caught himself. Friends with benefits.
Not lovers. Right. To cover his gaffe, he instead ran his fingers through his own hair. Why didn t you
call?
Lifting her head, she smiled down at him. I thought about it. More than once, but everything has
been so crazy since the storm& She trailed off and bit her lower lip in a way that was both
vulnerable and insanely sexy. I missed you, though.
Throat suddenly thick with emotion, Cam nodded. Same here.
A buzzing phone broke the spell of cozy afterglow, and Eva winced. Damn. Sometimes I hate
technology.
Cam had to agree, especially when she lifted herself off him and the slide of her slick, sensitized
flesh hardened him for a round two. She scrambled into the passenger seat and searched through her
pants pockets until she found the ringing phone.
She scowled. Preston.
The guy s name registered like a punch. Keep cool. Don t let her see it. Does he call a lot?
Lately, yeah. She replaced the phone in her pocket and slid her pants up her legs, lifting her ass
off the seat to button them. He says he wants a second chance.
Cam s stomach dropped into his pelvic cradle. Well, that deflated his hopes of a repeat. He tucked
himself in and zipped his jeans. This was a conversation better had while dressed. And, possibly,
drunk. Let s go inside.
Cam waited until they settled at the bar and had their drinks before asking, You re not going to
give in, are you?
I don t know.
Friends with benefits, he reminded himself when he discovered his hand tightening on his glass.
Not lovers. He had no say whatsoever in who she dated. Goddammit. How can you not know?
I just& She traced the rim of her glass with one finger. You remember me telling you the kind of
life I want for any kids I have? The perfect sitcom family? Preston fits that mold.
And Cam didn t.
He took a swig of his beer to ease the tightness in his throat. He couldn t be mad at her, but that
didn t stop him from feeling the sting of her rejection right down to his core. He was good enough for
sex. Good enough to be her best friend. But not good enough to be a husband to her, a father to those
future kids she so badly wanted. And fuck if it wasn t his own fault. How many times had he told her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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