Naughty Little Secret by Shelley Bradley Page A

resist.
    “Did you like your roses?” His hushed voice teased, taunted, made her shiver.
    “Yes.” She heard the tremble in her voice. “But what you want…it’s not possible.”
    His wicked chuckle in her ear sent a shiver through her. He palmed the flat of her belly, bringing her even closer to him. “It’s inevitable.”
    Warm, moist lips trailed a path of kisses from her ear down to her shoulder. His hot breath heated her, stirring across her skin. Lauren shivered.
    “I love the feel of you trembling for me. I want to feel that tonight as I fuck you.” He nipped on her lobe. “As I make love to you.”
    “No,” she protested.
    But it was weak. Very weak. Already, his body heat and her memories were combining to crush her resistance. His mouth at her neck drumming up her desires helped to make her self-control look like a tin can freshly crushed for recycling.
    “Yes. You’re special. I want to show you that, give you the kind of pleasure you’ve never had.”
    “You already have. Friday night was amazing, but—”
    “Friday night was just a start. I’m dying to give you more.
    Everything.”
    Lauren exhaled raggedly. Everything? She didn’t doubt he could. If he did, however, she feared her heart and her body wouldn’t be hers anymore by the time he was done.
    “I already said no.”
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    “I respect that word,” he promised. “But not when you’re quivering in my arms and creaming your panties while you say it.”
    Damn! He knew she wanted him.
    Of course he knew. The man wasn’t an idiot. He was a single-minded, sexually-driven god between the sheets, his hard body was well equipped to drive a woman to repeated orgasms.
    And you’re resisting…why ? Her sex drive asked.
    Her sex drive was not helping her keep her priorities straight.
    “That isn’t the point. I’m not ruled by my panties.”
    “Ruled? No. But let’s see if your panties and I can persuade you…”
    Before Lauren could breathe or form a coherent answer, Mr.
    Mysterious had reached beneath her suit skirt and grabbed the panties in question. With a good yank, he ripped them away and tossed them to the ground.
    “You don’t wear those again this week, day or night. I want to know that pretty pussy is bare and waiting for me all day.”
    “At work—”
    “No one at work will know.” He froze. “Unless you plan on showing someone you work with.”
    Lauren’s mind flooded with images of Noah—smiling, frowning in thought, shooting her a heated stare. Instead of ramping her desire down, the thought of giving Noah a glimpse of her bare, wet sex made her desire spike fiercely.
    “Do you?” he demanded.
    “N—no,” she stammered. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to show you.”
    “Oh?” He slipped his fingers into her wet slit, right over her clit and gave a soft little slide. “You’re this wet and needy but you plan to ease yourself?”
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    As if she could… Only he made her ache like this. Damn him.
    Even now, those fingers of his, just grazing her clit slowly, rhythmically, slowly destroyed her defiance—and sanity. The coil of need wrapped tighter and tighter low in her belly, right between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
    But he knew.
    “Don’t hold it in. I want you to tell me how you feel.”
    “Stop,” she grated out.
    He did. Instantly. His fingers ceased their lush, leisurely stimulation.
    But his fingers remained on her hard clit, which pulsed under his touch, silently begging. The ache between her legs became a clamp of pleasure/pain at the sudden deprivation of his strokes.
    Nothing in the world could stop the whimper that clawed up her throat and out of her mouth.
    “I know,” he murmured gruffly. “I feel you throbbing under my fingers. It’s the same way my cock throbs for you. Want me to make it better, sugar?”
    Sugar . Noah called her that. Always had. Mr. Mysterious wasn’t Noah, who was apparently off chasing