Coming back to Bayou Vert is the last thing former Navy SEAL Boone Benoit ever wanted to do. But he's hell bent on uncovering the truth of who murdered Celeste, his high school girlfriend, and pinned it on him. He may have escaped jail time, but he'll never escape the pointed stares or whispers, no matter how much money he has, and he won't rest until the truth comes out. But Bayou Vert is a small, gossipy little town and he needs help getting information and running the upscale BDSM sex club he's opening on his family's property. So he offers the job to the only woman who can do the job--Tilly Floret, Celeste's cousin. But a 9-to-5 secretary isn't the only task Boone has in mind...
From the moment Tilly lays eyes on Boone, she knows he's trouble--sexy, irresistible trouble. When he offers her a job, more money than she ever dreamed possible, and a promise to help care for her beloved brother who's mentally challenged, she simply can't refuse his offer, even though it's clear the town will talk. She may not have known Boone all those years ago, but she's certain of one thing--Boone didn't kill Celeste. For Tilly is hiding secrets of her own, secrets she can't reveal to anyone. As she and Boone begin working together, he introduces her to an intoxicating world of pleasure that she never experienced before...and one that she doesn't ever want to live without. He can possess her body--she won't deny him that. But she's afraid he'll take her heart too...
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His kiss was more than just a kiss. It was a promise. A sensual threat. He controlled it, using his hands to hold her head still, his lips to seduce her into wanting to follow. His tongue invaded, licking at her lips, stroking her tongue, thrusting in a way and a rhythm that made her hips curl.
With his mouth and tongue, he drew from her emotions she found foreign—wonder at his thoroughness, sublime lethargy that left her feeling boneless. Heat licked at her breasts and sex although he concentrated all his efforts on exploring only her mouth.
When he drew back, she blinked slowly, her gaze going straight to his lips, and then rising slowly to lock with his darkly hooded gaze.
“I think… I’ll play with you later,” he murmured. “For now, I’ll keep this uncomplicated.”
“Uncomplicated? For whom?” she grumbled.
His chest shook against her as he chuckled. Then he dipped down and kissed her chin.
She tilted back her head, begging him silently for more. He gave it, sliding his lips down her throat, his tongue touching the pulse hammering there. Then he scooted down, kissing the tops of her breasts.
More than anything, she wanted to sink her fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to the aching tips of her breasts.
Boone didn’t make her wait, lips latching on one beaded tip and drawing on it, pulling it into his mouth where he tortured it with flicks of his tongue.
Muscles tensing, her legs moved restlessly, widening beneath him. Moisture seeped from inside her, but he couldn’t know, could he? He wasn’t touching her there, where she needed him most.
He let go of her nipple and nibbled and sucked her skin, making his way across her chest to the other nipple.
When he bit the tip, she arched beneath him, groaning, aching for release.
He leaned on one elbow and cupped the breast he tortured, molding it in his large hand. Then his hand glided down her ribs, and lower still, fingers sliding into the top of her folds.
Heart pounding, her breath hitched and held as he pulled her nipple between his teeth and nibbled. His fingers swirled atop her cloaked clitoris.
Pulling off her breast, he glanced into her eyes. “No rules. No inhibitions, Tilly. Give yourself to me.” His fingers swirled and swirled, pausing now and then to gather the fluids seeping from inside her, then rubbing again, each slow circle tightening the desire coiling inside her.
She couldn’t look away. Couldn’t hide behind the sweep of her eyelashes. Locked in his gaze, held captive by his wicked fingers and the steady gleam of his darkened eyes, she began to writhe, thighs tightening and opening, her head turning side to side. Her breaths deepened, growing more ragged by the second.
When the moment arrived, she forgot to keep her hands at her head and reached desperately for his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin while her back arched and her moans grew louder.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Fly, sweetheart. Fly.”
Released by his words and the pressure of his fingertips, pleasure exploded, radiating outward from deep in her core, quivering through her limbs, curling her toes. Tilly’s cry cut off as she fell back, shattered, pleasure pulsing, rippling up and down her channel.
Fingers plunged inside her, twisting, finding a sensitive spot inside her that wrested another wave of wicked pleasure. When she tumbled down, she lay sweating, the sheet wet beneath her bottom.
Boone kissed her belly, the top of her mound. When his tongue touched her clit, the caress soothed rather than taking her into that dark pleasure again. She sank her fingertips into his thick hair and rocked her hips, the motions slowing until she fell still.
He moved up the bed, turned her on her side and spooned his body behind hers. His arms wrapped around her, a tight-muscled embrace. He pressed a kiss against her cheek and simply held her.
Until just a few years ago, award-winning erotica and romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she's missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation-the better to feed her hungry muse! For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it's comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now-writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.
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