Party Crasher
by April Angel
She crashed his party and became his prize…
by April Angel
According to one annoying Drex Callum, Chris is a “nosy reporter.” And maybe she is. She’s heard of the super secretive event known as the Seduction Party, and she won’t be content until she finds a way in. The last thing she expects to find is that Drex is the host. She’ll never get an invitation from her nemesis—unless she finds a way to get one herself. And breaking into his house is nothing if it means getting the scoop. But what she gets instead is an eye-full of the man himself, half-naked and more than she’d ever dreamed he could be in all her teenage fantasies.
Drex has been fantasizing about Chris forever, and now that she’s a grown woman, he still has a hard time treating her like one. So when she shows up at the Seduction Party—on the auction chair!—he’s got no other choice but to teach that nosey woman a lesson. He never dreamed sex could be like this, with Chris in his room, tied to a bed, asking him for stuff that blows his mind…
But when things turn ugly, it becomes clear that someone wants the nosey reporter dead. And Drex will have his hands full trying to keep his prize safe…
Excerpt:
Chris was ready to kill somebody, preferably one Drex
Callum. He’d made it a point to ignore all her calls for help. She’d twice sent
a man to find him and all he’d said was, “Mr. Callum apologizes, but he is busy
at this time.” What the hell was his problem with her? He knew she was there
and now some guy had bought her for the night. But he had looked so sexy in the
tux. The tight points of her nipples ached and swelled. Disgust over her body’s
reaction to him made her growl.
She was tied to a bed for fuck’s sake. On the positive side,
at least they hadn’t stripped her of the tiny dress and her legs were still
free.
The sound of the door opening had her jerking her gaze to
the entrance. There, looking so good it should be illegal, was Drex, and he was
smiling at her.
“Oh, thank God it’s you. Hurry up and get me loose before
whoever bought me gets here.” Alarm filled her. She hadn’t finished speaking,
and he was already shaking his head in a negative.
“You know I can’t do that. We have rules here. I told you
not to come tonight. Told you not to do anything you’d regret.” He smiled,
locked the door, and then removed his tux jacket.
As usual, temper got the best of her. “I don’t regret coming,
you dick. What I regret is thinking you were here to offer some kind of help.
So…what? Are you just going to leave me tied here for some jerk to try and fuck
me? At the mercy of the sick bastard who bought me?”
Was it wrong to wish he hadn’t noticed how hard her nipples
had gotten as soon as he’d walked in the door? Fire shot through her veins at
his proprietary look. He raked his gaze up and down her body before fastening
on to hers.
“Hmm, yes. I think I will.” While watching her, he took off
his cuff links and dropped them on the dresser.
Lust shot straight to her cunt. “What…what are you doing?”
He formed his lips into a feral grin. “Undressing.” He
popped open buttons and slid the white shirt off to reveal his wide, powerful
chest. He shifted, his muscles flexing under his smooth bronzed skin. Her
fingers itched to touch. He threw his shirt to the side, which left his top
half fully revealed.
Moisture pooled in her pussy. “What…why?”
Heat pricked under her skin. Her gaze drifted to his waist,
where he was unbuckling his belt. She gulped and looked up at him. He twisted
his lips into a devilish grin. “I’m the sick bastard who bought you and the
jerk who is going to fuck you.”
Well, damn. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever come up
with this scenario. Sure, back when she’d been a teenager she’d had a stupid
crush on Drex, but then he’d turned into a jerk and she’d quickly gotten over
it. Now though, he was not acting the jerk. In fact, every deliberate move he
made only enticed her to want to know what else he planned to do.
Excitement hurled through her body. “Don’t be stupid. You
don’t even like me. Quit messing around and let me loose.” The words ended in a
small whimper as he continued to strip. Her body hummed in need the moment his
pants came off. Arousal slapped her in the gut when she saw his long, thick
erection pointing straight up.
He strolled to the bed. His muscular, powerful legs flexed
with each stride. There didn’t seem to be a single ounce of fat anywhere on
him. Unbidden thoughts of checking out his ass made her crane her neck to the
side.
“I never said I didn’t like you.” He trailed his long
fingers up her foot, calf, and higher to her thigh with every step he took, “In
fact, I want you. Have wanted you for a long time. More than want you.”
Shivers crawled up her spine. She whimpered softly. “Don’t
tease.”
He hovered above her, only inches from her face. Rugged
masculinity oozed from him. “I plan to do a lot more than just tease you.”
A quick flutter of their lips was her first taste of him.
Looking for a deeper touch, she lifted her head off the bed, but he moved his
lips to nuzzle her neck. Her lids dropped as his warm mouth trailed up her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you for all the times I’ve wanted to but
didn’t. Fuck you until I am the only man your body recognizes.”
She moaned as his words turned into images of their twined
bodies in her head.
He licked the shell of her ear, twirling his wicked tongue
in circles. “Do you want me to? Want me to fill you until you can’t see
straight?”
For the first time since she’d been an infatuated teenager,
she wanted to be his. Past her lips before her brain had enough time to stop
it, she groaned the answer. “Yes, please…I want you.”
About this Author:
A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and Dianne Duvall among others.
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