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Authors: M. S. Parker
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don't love her while you were inside her?” I watched the color drain from his face. “Did you tell yourself that you had to do it once, to officially consummate the marriage? Was that the only time? Did you turn away her advances or give in so she wouldn't notice? Or did you initiate, giving yourself some excuse that would let you stand there with that self-righteous look on your face acting as if I’m the one out of line for sleeping with someone I actually like? Someone who wants to be with me regardless of what it'll mean to his family.”
He didn't say a word, but the shell-shocked expression told me everything I needed to know.
“Go back to your wife and your loveless marriage. Fuck her, because you're never getting near me again. It's too late.” I walked past him and didn't look back, not even when he said my name.
I still didn't know if I wanted to move back to Philadelphia and I wasn't sure if what I felt for Brock could become something more, but I did know one thing for sure. I was done with Reed Stirling.
I was out of the house and halfway down the front steps when a hand closed around my arm, stopping me. For a moment I thought it might be Reed, and was filled with both relief and disappointment when I turned and realized it was Brock. I cursed, confused by my reaction. I didn’t seem to know what I wanted.
“I know you like Reed,” Brock said softly.
I started to protest, but he talked over me.
“I don't care.” A determined expression came over his face. “I can make you forget him.”
He took my face between his hands and pressed his mouth against mine. The kiss was gentle, not what I'd expected and it startled me into allowing it to last for a few seconds before I pulled away. I started to tell him this wasn't a good idea, that I didn't think it was fair to him, but then movement over Brock's shoulder caught my eye.
Reed stood in the doorway, his jaw clenched, face pale. His hands were curled into fists and he looked like he was fighting the urge to come down here and punch Brock. If he had, maybe I wouldn't have made the decision I did.
I didn't want someone who wasn't willing to fight for me, to fight for what he wanted. Brock said he'd choose me over his family. He knew I liked Reed and didn't care, almost saw it as a challenge. I looked up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I don't want him,” I promised. “Only you.”
I pulled his head down for another kiss, but I didn't let this one be gentle. I pressed my body against his and pushed my tongue between his lips. His groan vibrated through him and he pulled me tighter against his body. His tongue curled around mine and I buried my hands in his hair, fisting the thick strands between my fingers.
When we finally broke apart, we were both gasping for air. After I'd caught enough breath to speak, I said, “Take me back to your place. I'll show exactly how over him I am.”
To be continued in Sinful Desires Vol. 3, coming Oct 13 th
Newsletter: – Click here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
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FREE BOOK: Don’t forget to check out my other book series, Chasing Perfection and Club Prive, featuring Krissy from when she lived in New York City. Right now book 1 in Club Prive is free most places. Check it out here: http://bit.ly/clubprive1
Acknowledgement
First, I would like to thank all of my readers. Without you, my books would not exist. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.
A big “thanks” goes out to all my Facebook fans, street team, beta readers, and advanced reviewers. You are a HUGE part of the success of my series.
I have to thank my PA, Shannon Hunt. Without you my life would be a complete and utter mess. Also a big thank you goes out to my editor Lynette and my wonderful cover designer, Sinisa. You make my ideas and writing look so good.
About The Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today
He didn't say a word, but the shell-shocked expression told me everything I needed to know.
“Go back to your wife and your loveless marriage. Fuck her, because you're never getting near me again. It's too late.” I walked past him and didn't look back, not even when he said my name.
I still didn't know if I wanted to move back to Philadelphia and I wasn't sure if what I felt for Brock could become something more, but I did know one thing for sure. I was done with Reed Stirling.
I was out of the house and halfway down the front steps when a hand closed around my arm, stopping me. For a moment I thought it might be Reed, and was filled with both relief and disappointment when I turned and realized it was Brock. I cursed, confused by my reaction. I didn’t seem to know what I wanted.
“I know you like Reed,” Brock said softly.
I started to protest, but he talked over me.
“I don't care.” A determined expression came over his face. “I can make you forget him.”
He took my face between his hands and pressed his mouth against mine. The kiss was gentle, not what I'd expected and it startled me into allowing it to last for a few seconds before I pulled away. I started to tell him this wasn't a good idea, that I didn't think it was fair to him, but then movement over Brock's shoulder caught my eye.
Reed stood in the doorway, his jaw clenched, face pale. His hands were curled into fists and he looked like he was fighting the urge to come down here and punch Brock. If he had, maybe I wouldn't have made the decision I did.
I didn't want someone who wasn't willing to fight for me, to fight for what he wanted. Brock said he'd choose me over his family. He knew I liked Reed and didn't care, almost saw it as a challenge. I looked up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I don't want him,” I promised. “Only you.”
I pulled his head down for another kiss, but I didn't let this one be gentle. I pressed my body against his and pushed my tongue between his lips. His groan vibrated through him and he pulled me tighter against his body. His tongue curled around mine and I buried my hands in his hair, fisting the thick strands between my fingers.
When we finally broke apart, we were both gasping for air. After I'd caught enough breath to speak, I said, “Take me back to your place. I'll show exactly how over him I am.”
To be continued in Sinful Desires Vol. 3, coming Oct 13 th
Newsletter: – Click here to get an email as soon as the next book in the series is available.
Connect with me on Facebook: http://Facebook.com/MsParkerAuthor
FREE BOOK: Don’t forget to check out my other book series, Chasing Perfection and Club Prive, featuring Krissy from when she lived in New York City. Right now book 1 in Club Prive is free most places. Check it out here: http://bit.ly/clubprive1
Acknowledgement
First, I would like to thank all of my readers. Without you, my books would not exist. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.
A big “thanks” goes out to all my Facebook fans, street team, beta readers, and advanced reviewers. You are a HUGE part of the success of my series.
I have to thank my PA, Shannon Hunt. Without you my life would be a complete and utter mess. Also a big thank you goes out to my editor Lynette and my wonderful cover designer, Sinisa. You make my ideas and writing look so good.
About The Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today
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