Author: Carey Heywood
Series: Carolina Days #2
Published by Self-Published
Release Date November 24, 2014
Genres: New Adult Romance
More Info: Goodreads
She never thought it would go this far.
It started out so innocently, but now has taken on a life of its own. Problem is, Lindsay Palmer doesn't know how to stop. Even worse, she doesn't want to stop. Her daily deceit has become both her greatest pleasure and deepest shame. Thousands of people love her, but would they if they knew the truth.
A simple favor for his baby sister brings Lindsay into Luke Jamieson's life. There's something about this girl that keeps her on his mind hours and days after each time they meet. Now here he is, falling in love with a liar. All he wants is for her to let him in, and maybe together he can lead her out of the cage of her own construction.
Will the truth set her free, or have her lies already destroyed everything?
Falling in love? Courtney Grayson has been there, done that.
Men, who needs them? Love wasn’t everything she thought it would be. This time around she’s doing things differently. She hasn’t sworn off men for good, just isn’t interested in settling. Trusting someone with her heart again? Someday, but not today.
Falling in love? Sorry, Clay Bradshaw is not the guy for you.
He’s never been in love and he doesn’t see it happening. Hooking up can be fun, but more often than not, women are a distraction he doesn’t need. He’s a busy man, and doesn’t have time to date, let alone fall in love. Will someone ever change that? There’s always a chance, someday.
Life doesn’t always go as planned, and love may find them both on the other side of someday.
Undeterred, he advances on me, tipping my chin up to look at him. When he claims my lips, I can’t hold back my lusty moan in response. There is no place I’ve ever been more comfortable than in his arms.
“Office?” he asks, already lifting me.
Not breaking our kiss, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist is answer enough. Once we’re in the back office, the door locked behind us, my legs slide to the floor. Clay’s hands ease their journey southward, still supporting my weight.
“I love this fucking skirt.” Clay growls against my lips, his hands drifting up under it now that my feet are on the ground.
“Babe,” I plead, needing him.
He captures my bottom lip between his teeth briefly before lifting his mouth from mine. My busy hands have freed his cock as he pulls my panties to the side and pushes two fingers into me. I ride his one hand as his other pulls the front of my shirt down to expose my bra. My grip on his cock tightens as I stroke him. He dips his head, latching on to my nipple through the mesh of my bra.
Clutching his head to my chest, I come hard. My body is still pulsing as he pulls his fingers from me, spinning me so my back is to his chest, and bending me over the desk. I have no time to mourn the loss of his fingers because now I’m deliciously full of his cock.
Stretching my arms across the desk, I grip the edge as he pounds me, lifting onto my tiptoes so he can go even deeper. His nails bite into the flesh of my hips as he powers into me. His pace is frantic, turning me on even more. Barely coming down from my last orgasm, I find myself barreling toward another.
“God, Clay,” I pant, pushing back against him each time his body presses into mine.
Fast and rough, slow and teasing, every way Clay touches me makes me want him even more. He groans, his hips bucking wildly, as he comes. Neither of us moves for a moment while we catch our breath. He recovers before I do and, pushing my hair aside, leans over to kiss the back of my neck.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispers against my skin.
I reach back and tangle my fingers in his hair, shifting my hips against him.
“You keep that up and we’ll never get back to work,” he warns.
“Promise?” I tease.
He didn’t shave this morning so his stubble tickles my neck as he nuzzles it. I pout when his weight leaves me and he slips from me. Grabbing a couple tissues from the desk, he crouches behind me and cleans me, stroking one hand up and down my leg as he kisses it.
When I start to stand, he squeezes my legs. “I want these wrapped around my head tonight.”
My mouth drops, it takes me a moment to recover. “And you say I’m bad. How am I going to get any work done now?”
He fixes my skirt while I check my top. Once I’m properly dressed again, I turn to tuck him back into his pants, my hand lingering on his cock while Clay leans down to kiss me.