One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever.
BAD BOYS AFTER DARK: DYLAN
Bad Billionaires After Dark #2
Melissa Foster
Releasing Dec 21st, 2016
World Literary Press
Sinfully sexy bar owner Dylan Bad
has a thing for needy women. He’s a savior, a knight in shining armor, and his
mighty talented sword has no trouble bringing damsels in distress to their
knees. Enter Tiffany Winters, a gorgeous cutthroat sports agent who looks like
sex on legs, fucks like she’s passion personified, and wouldn’t let a man help
her if she was hanging onto a ledge and he was her only hope. One night and too
much tequila might change their lives forever. The question is, will either one
survive?
“What’s your pleasure?” he
asked with more than a hint of innuendo.
You. Naked, with your head buried
between my legs, to start.
“Surprise me.” She watched him
turn to prepare her drink and checked out the way his dark slacks
hugged his perfect ass. It had been a long time since she’d found a
man this attractive.
But Mick Bad’s brother? That spelled trouble.
A minute later he slid two drinks
across the bar. A cocky smile spread across his handsome face.
“One Leg
Spreader and one All
Night Long.” He dragged
out each seduction-laden word.
“A little overly confident, aren’t
you?” She had no qualms about taking what she wanted—in a
boardroom or a bedroom—and Dylan’s confidence was a definite
turn-on.
He leaned across the bar, and the
temperature around them spiked. “I was going to add a Blow
Job, but I wasn’t sure
how much you could handle.”
She held his challenging gaze. “I
think the question is, can you keep up?”
“Dylan!” a guy called from
across the room.
Dylan held up a finger in the guy’s
direction, his eyes never leaving Tiffany’s. He leaned in so close
she could smell alcohol on his breath—and God help her, she wanted
to suck the taste off his tongue.
“Mark my words, gorgeous, you’ll
be leaving here with me tonight.”
Heat streaked down her spine.
“Cocky. I like that. Tell Mick I said congratulations.” She
dropped her eyes as if she weren’t hanging on the very thought of
devouring him, but couldn’t resist stealing another peek at the
tempting beefcake as he walked away. Okay, maybe severallong
glimpses, of which he caught two or three and returned with an
I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-you grin that had her insides igniting.
She answered another call and a few
text messages, and a short while later, Dylan’s voice spilled like
warm cognac over her shoulder.
“You know what they say about
wedding hookups?”
She lifted her gaze as he sat on the
stool beside her. “What do they
say?”
“They say they can’t happen if
you don’t put your phone away.” Dylan boldly placed his hand on
her thigh. Long, strong fingers pressed into her flesh, sending
rivers of desire to the apex of her thighs.
She wondered how big other parts of
his anatomy were, and couldn’t help stealing a quick glance. Oh
yeah, he was packing major heat. A whiff of his spicy, masculine
scent brought all her best parts pulsing to life. His scent alone
probably brought more women to their knees than the Pope, but coupled
with the sinful promises in his dark eyes, the guy was lethal.
“I don’t put my phone down for
just anyone,” she answered, still holding his gaze. His hungry eyes
dropped to her mouth, lingering there long enough to make her
salivate. “Are you as good in the bedroom as you are behind the
bar?”
“I’ll let you be the judge of
that.” He leaned closer, placing his mouth beside her ear. “I’ll
even let you hold your phone until you’re sure I’m worth it.”
Now, that was a plan she could get
on board with, except for one minor worry. “You’re my colleague’s
brother. I’m not sure you’re the smartest choice
for me tonight.”
He flashed a wicked grin that she
was sure opened many bedroom doors. “A gentleman never tells.”
“You might just be the perfect
man.” Her phone vibrated again. She glanced at it, noting a
follow-up email from Allison, and the time. It was nearly midnight.
Dylan’s hand traveled further up her thigh, his fingertips sneaking
beneath her skirt. He was brazen, and she liked that in a man.
He eyed her phone with a smirk and
pressed his large hand to her cheek. His thumb moved over her lower
lip and hooked behind her front teeth. Her entire body electrified as
he delved deeper, brushing the tip over her tongue.
“When I get done with you, you
will have forgotten what that thing in your hand is.”
He was smooth, practiced, and knew
exactly what he was doing. Thank
God. She had so little
time for sex, she couldn’t afford to waste it with a guy who needed
to be shown. Sliding her purse over her shoulder and still clutching
her phone, she turned to step off the stool. His hand traveled even
higher up her leg, a fingertip away from brushing over her sex, and
she felt herself go damp. Her pulse accelerated with the urge to
slide forward on her barstool and let him feel what he was doing to
her, but she wasn’t ready to give him the upper hand.
She casually moved his hand and rose
to her feet.
He spoke in a greedy voice directly
into her ear. “We’re going to have to change your name.” He
swung his jacket over his shoulder and guided her toward the door.
“You’re far too hot
for Winters.”
He pushed the door open and lowered his mouth to her neck, grazing
his teeth along the base—the absolute most sensitive
spot on her entire body—and sending shivers down her spine. “From
now on, you’re my Summers.”
As her body flamed and her insides
melted, her mind struggled to figure out how he knew her name and to
deny what he’d just said. She was no man’s anything.
She turned to tell him just that, and he backed her up against the
brick wall. A cool breeze sailed over her skin as he grabbed her
wrists and pinned them beside her head, trapping her between the wall
and his hard body. He claimed her mouth with fierce domination. The
way he ate at her mouth and his hips gyrated against hers with no
care about being out in public should have had her fighting harder to
regain the upper hand. But the harder she fought to reclaim her
rational thoughts, the more she craved him. Every part of her tingled
and burned for more. Her nipples tightened to painful peaks, her sex
throbbed, and her knees weakened. She couldn’t remember the last
time she’d encountered someone so potently male, if ever, and she
fucking loved it. Shocked at her own hungry response to his
ravishment, she gave in to the unfamiliar thrills racing through her
and returned his efforts with reckless abandon. But the more she
gave, the softer the kisses became, until his lips were brushing
lightly over hers, taunting her. He pulled back with every crane of
her neck as she sought more. Still restraining her arms, he put space
between their bodies. Cool air whooshed between
them, causing her nipples to prickle even more painfully with the
need to be touched.
“Oh, yes,” he said with a
territorial look in his eyes. “You’re my Summers,
all right.”
As blood began to flow to her brain
again, the realization of her loss of control was staggering. She
lifted her chin and wrenched her hands free. Holding his challenging
and so-fucking-hot gaze, she grabbed hold of his loosened tie and
tugged him in for another scorching kiss. When she felt his muscles
relax, she spun him against the wall with a thud,
grinning at the shock registering in his gorgeous eyes.
“I’m no man’s anything.
But you can be my stress
relief for the next hour.” She dragged her hand down his
impressively broad chest and over his taut abs, still clutching her
phone, and cupped the formidable bulge in his trousers.
“That is, if you
can keep it up that long.”
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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA
Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and
heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance, and women's fiction with
emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the
last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic, perfect beach
reads, and always family oriented.
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