What do you get when you mix a bottle of tequila, a single mom moonlighting as a stripper, and her sinfully sexy boss with an impulsive side?
Married. You get married.
Rich. Demanding. Hot. Crazy.
That was Beckett Cruz in a nutshell.
Not to mention wild, determined, dangerous, and forbidden.
He was my boss—and, after a drunken moment of insanity, my new husband.
An annulment was impossible... so was keeping him.
I was taking my daughter and leaving, determined to give her a quieter life.
But Beckett Cruz had never taken no for an answer.
And he wasn't about to take mine.
What happens in Vegas... might just keep you there.
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EXCERPT
“Beck?” I
managed to get his name out just before he opened the front door.
“Yeah?”
He spun back to face me, his dark eyes unreadable.
I turned
my face to the side so I could see him fully. “You don't have to go,” I said
softly. “You can stay. Only if you want to though.”
He rubbed
his hand down his face, his eyes never leaving mine, then walked back into the
kitchen toward me. I stood up away from the fridge as he stopped right next to
me.
Slowly,
he touched his hand to my face, his fingertips teasing my hairline. His dark
gaze searched mine, and my heart jumped into my throat as the usual tingles his
touch sparked danced down my neck. Then, he slid his hand into my hair,
allowing the blonde strands to fall away from his fingertips.
“Do I
want to go home to my big-ass house with its cold emptiness?” he asked in a low
voice. “Or go to the club where half the girls there still see me as a mountain
to be conquered? Not particularly, Blondie. I'd rather stay here. Even if there
will be a demand for movies and water and foot rubs from a tiny, sick person.”
“You
can.” My voice was quiet, like his. Even if my internal screams from
self-preservation and vulnerability were deafeningly loud as they told me I was
a fool, that he had to go, that this would never be enough for him.
“Do you
want me to?” His question was... honest.
Raw.
Hesitant.
Like he
didn't want me to answer.
“Do I
want you to stay here in my tiny house so my daughter can fall more in love
with you than she already is? Not really. But...” Don't be a fool, Cassie.
Don't admit you want him to stay. He's just going to hurt you. “I don't
exactly want you to go either.”
“For her,
or for you?”
“I don't
want to answer that question.”
“If I
kissed you right now, would you ram your knee into my cock?”
“I'd briefly
consider it, but I probably wouldn't do it.”
His lips
twitched to the side. “You just answered the question.”
Then, of
course, he cupped the back of my head, and he kissed me. It was slow, sweet,
gentle. And I didn't consider kneeing him in the balls for a single second.
Beck
pulled back and trailed his hand down my arm before he finally let me go. “I'm
going home to get changed and then come back. Do you need anything while I'm
gone? For CiCi? You?”
“I
don't...” I sighed and chewed back my pride. “I meant to go to the store today
after work to get some stuff like bread, milk... important stuff. But now I
can't.”
“I can
get it. Just tell me what you need.”
I bit the
inside of my lip, then nodded. “Okay. Let me write it down.” I walked through
into the front room with him hot on my heels and grabbed the notebook and pen
from under the coffee table. A few things were already scrawled down, so I
added a couple more things, including more medicine. I tore the sheet off the
notebook, stood, then gave it to Beck. “Let me get my wallet.”
He
grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “I'm not taking your money.”
I lifted
my gaze to his. “You can't pay for my groceries.”
“I can
and I will.”
“You
can't and you won't.”
“I can
and I will.”
“You
can't and you won't.”
“I can do
this all day, baby. I'm stubborn as fuck.” His eyes told me he wasn't lying.
“And we all know I'm a brat about the word no. So, I can, I will, and I'm going
to. If I can't help you by buying a measly eight items, I'm an asshole who
shouldn't be allowed around other people.”
“You
can't buy my groceries,” I repeated. It was a lame argument. I was going to
lose, but I'd fight until I went down.
Beck's
eyes twinkled as he leaned in. “Don't worry. If you really want to pay me back,
I'll take a blow job. I imagine your lips around my cock will be a pretty good
thank you.”
My jaw
dropped as he backed off with a wink.
“Mouth
open already, Cassie? Enthusiasm. I like that.”
I snapped
my jaw shut and glared at him. “You're a dirty pig.”
“I know.
But I've got fifty bucks that says you'll be sucking my dick by bedtime. If you
don't agree...” He shrugged one shoulder, his lips curved in that dangerous
smirk.
“If
you're lucky, I'll bite it.”
“I'll
take that as I'm in for a good time.”
One more
wink, complete with expanding grin, and he was gone.
Motherfucking
asshole.
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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