Naughty Little Secret by Shelley Bradley

room and dragged herself a few steps forward. She felt her way out of the room, too tired to care about the dark and too familiar with the house to bother with lights.
    A faint cast of moonlight made its way through the kitchen windows, illuminating her stairs. She turned left, frowning. She’d noticed the porch
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    lights on when she’d driven up. Had she left them on last night? Maybe her mother had stopped by here earlier and turned them on.
    As if your electric bill isn’t high enough…
    As she walked through the dining room, feeling her way through the dark, she reached a hand out to steady herself on the chair at the head of the table.
    It wasn’t in its place, but she could make out the outline of it a couple of feet away.
    First the porch light was on, and now a chair out of place? Unusual.
    Hardly anyone ever used this room. Were all the weird occurrences her unofficial welcome to the Twilight Zone?
    Awareness prickled along her spine suddenly. Lauren swore she could hear someone exhale. Raggedly. Goosebumps raised on her arms, getting bigger as her heart raced faster.
    Or was it possible she wasn’t alone? Maybe Mr. Mysterious was here, waiting to make good on his plan to ravish her body once for each bloom in that awesome bouquet she’d received earlier today.
    Lauren reached for the chair. “Hello?”
    Nothing. But suddenly, she felt him here. Yes, she was tired, and it was possible her imagination was overactive…but she didn’t think so.
    Her heart raced like it was finishing the final laps at the Indy 500.
    Bracing herself on the chair, she made to walk out of the dining room and into the foyer to flip on a light. She’d told him to leave Friday night.
    The man coming back…not a good idea. He would only take her body and mess with her head, if she let him.
    She wasn’t about to allow that.
    A firm hand clamped around her wrist before she got anywhere near the light switch and pulled, jerking her back against the hot width of his male chest.
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    Electricity shot down her arm, exploded in her body. She gasped in the darkness. Oh, God. He was back. Here. And given the erect cock prodding her backside, Lauren didn’t have to guess twice what he had in mind.
    “Hello, Lauren,” he whispered in her ear. “I told you I’d be back.”
    Mr. Mysterious. And she knew what he wanted. His sin-infused voice rasped against her senses. Like the devil’s, his voice seemed to say that he’d returned not just to possess her body but to steal her soul.
    Adrenaline pumped into her and morphed into arousal that snaked through her mercilessly.
    His other hand journeyed from her waist up, up—until his palm smoothed over her breast.
    “Hard nipples. Nice welcome. For me?”
    His touch was like fire. She swallowed against the zip of pleasure slinking up her spine. “Who are you?”
    He tsked at her. “We’ve already played that game. Now’s not the time to rehash it again. I’m here to play something far more interesting.”
    “But I never got an answer.”
    “All in good time.” As if he knew his answer would piss her off, he tempered the words with a seductive caress of his lips over the sensitive crook of her neck. His fingertips skated over her nipples. Her knees buckled.
    “You shouldn’t be here.” Her voice shook.
    “You’re right. I shouldn’t be here.” He nudged his hard cock against the small of her back. “I should be…”
    The hand he’d anchored at her waist dipped south. Lauren’s belly fluttered as his palm glided over her flesh. Heat blossomed inside her as his fingers inched slowly toward the damp, aching spot between her legs.
    He covered her mound with his enormous hand. “Here. Right here.”
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    “No,” she choked past her urge to whimper and beg.
    What was it about the man’s touch? Like an electric kaleidoscope of color and sensation. One touch and she could barely remember her own name, much less