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Overview
The fifth sizzling segment in the erotic serial His to Possess, an intoxicating tale of a woman torn between a dominant billionaire and a tattooed, bad boy rock musician.
Torn between two sinfully sexy men who ignite her fiercest desires, Jessica has to make a choice.
Should she choose Dane, the confident, commanding billionaire who's awakened her desire to explore her submissive side? Or Storm, the heavily muscled, motorcycle-riding rocker from her past who she's never gotten over?
While her indecisive heart is waging a painful war, the men are about to make a seductive proposal that could change everything—and send Jessica to dizzying new heights of pleasure.
Don't miss the other installments of His to Possess: The Seduction (Part 1), The Morning After (Part 2), Perfect Storm (Part 3), True Lies (Part 4), and Forever (Part 6).
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781466850941 |
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| Publisher: | St. Martin's Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 01/14/2014 |
| Series: | His to Possess , #5 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 42 |
| Sales rank: | 602,227 |
| File size: | 609 KB |
About the Author
OPAL CAREW is the New York Times bestselling author of fourteen erotic romances for St. Martin's including His To Command, Blush and Twin Fantasies. She lives in Canada and writes full time.
Opal Carew is the author of Total Abandon, Pleasure Bound, Twin Fantasies and other erotic romance novels. “So why do I like writing erotic romance?” she asks. “I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries.” Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult and all that glitters. While she writes, she listens to inspirational music, lights candles and keeps crystals near. Before devoting herself to her passion as a writer, Opal spent 15 years as a software analyst, and she has a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo. She lives with her husband and two sons in Ontario, Canada.
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CHAPTER 1
At the end of Part 4:
"I want to be whoever it is that makes you happy." His thumb stroked the back of her hand and she shivered. "Whether it's Storm or Rafe, I'll be happy if you're by my side."
Her heart swelled at the warmth and passion in his sky blue eyes.
"That's why ..." He slid from the couch and placed one knee on the floor, then kissed her hand. "I want to ask you something very important."
She shook her head. This couldn't be happening. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. She realized it was a royal blue velvet box, which he opened to reveal a stunning ring with diamonds forming the shape of a butterfly. Or a moth.
"Will you marry me?"
Jessica stared at him. Her heart clenched. A part of her wanted to fall into his arms and tell him yes, yes, yes! But the reasonable, sane part of her flared with anger.
"Are you kidding me?" She bolted to her feet, then across the room. "I don't even know who you are. Do you really expect me to marry a complete stranger?"
He stood up and closed the ring box, looking totally crestfallen. She felt cruel rejecting him like that but ... it was crazy of him to put her on the spot like this. He'd dumped her, then waltzed back into her life and two seconds after explaining why he'd left ... proposed!
And that ring. It was beautiful and expensive and exactly underscored the difference between Storm and Rafe. Storm could never afford something like that, whereas Rafe wouldn't even blink at the price tag, no matter how high it was.
Fuming, she turned her back on him and strode to the window, taking solace in the spectacular view of the city below.
Then she felt his hands on her shoulders.
"You do know me, Jess. I'm the same man you fell in love with."
"I did not fall in love —" she said as she spun around, but as soon as she faced him, he pulled her into his arms and captured her lips. At the gentle pressure of his tongue against her mouth, she opened, almost in a gasp of surprise. The passion of his kiss overwhelmed her and she melted against him. Oh, God, it felt so good to be in his arms. Warm and protected. And loved.
But none of it was true.
She stiffened and pressed against his shoulders. Reluctantly, he eased back.
"Jess, please. I love you."
"But I don't love you."
He stared deep into her eyes, reading all her secrets.
"I don't believe that."
She dodged around him, unable to bear his closeness any longer.
"Is this really about me," he asked, "or are you involved with someone else?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you think I'm involved with someone else?"
His lips compressed. "You keep calling Dane by his first name."
"I've already told you —"
"And I get a certain vibe from the two of you. Is there something going on between you?"
She sucked in a breath, then walked across the room, needing to release some of her pent-up energy. Could she really tell him about Dane? It wasn't any of his business, but she didn't want to lie.
Even though telling him would surely cause problems between the brothers.
"There is something between us, but it's not romantic."
Anger flared in his sky blue eyes. "What is it then?"
She raised her head and met his harsh gaze. She had no reason to be embarrassed. What she shared with Dane was quite reasonable. They were just two consenting adults in a purely sexual relationship.
"It's just physical. Nothing more."
Maybe it would have been better to let him think there was a deeper relationship between her and Dane. Then it would be easier to keep him at a distance.
The problem was, now that he'd opened up to her, she wasn't sure if she wanted to keep him at a distance forever.
"So the two of you are having sex." His hands clenched into fists.
"Look, I know you and Dane have had problems over women before, and I don't want to be the cause of more friction between you."
The muscle in his jaw ticked, and he said, "Well, it seems you don't have any control over that."
She stepped toward him. "Please, don't let this come between the two of you."
But his closed expression told her that this had opened a can of worms between the brothers. Damn it, why hadn't she kept her mouth shut. She didn't have to lie, but she could have held her silence.
"Rafe, your brother —"
"I don't want to hear about my brother right now, especially from the woman I just proposed to who is turning me down because of him."
Anger flared in her again.
"That's not fair. It's not because of Dane. I only met him because you left me and broke my heart."
His eyes narrowed. "If I broke your heart, that means you were in love with me."
Her chest compressed. She sighed, gazing at this practical stranger in his expensive, tailored suit and designer silk tie. "I was in love with Storm. But he doesn't exist."
"Fuck that. I am who I have always been." He pulled off his suit jacket and tossed it across the room. "Don't let this suit confuse you."
Her eyes widened as he loosened his tie, then tugged open the buttons of his shirt, revealing his broad muscular chest. With a rapid jerk, he pulled the shirt over his head, tie and all, and tossed them aside. She couldn't help but gaze with longing at his perfect pecs and six-pack abs. Tattoos adorned his arms and shoulders. He'd gotten a few new ones on the road.
Then her gaze fell to the leopard moth on his left shoulder, near his heart.
He saw where she was looking and pointed at it. "I meant this, Jess. I got this to tell you I would always be there for you, and it's true."
He stepped toward her and she gazed at the warmth and sincerity in his sky blue eyes. In those eyes, she could see the glow of love. Her heart pounded and she felt light headed.
This man walking toward her, his muscular chest bare, covered with tattoos ... this was Storm. This was the man she loved. He had walked out on her and broken her heart, but now he was back. And he still loved her.
Oh, God, all the love she'd felt for him ... that she'd kept locked up inside her ... came flooding back.
He must have sensed her surrender because he strode to her and pulled her into his arms. His lips meshed with hers and she knew she was lost.
The overwhelming passion of his kiss broke down the last of her defenses. Tears welled in her eyes as she clung to him.
"I was devastated when you left."
He gazed down at her. "I'm so sorry, baby." He wiped away her tears with a soft stroke of his thumb. "When I was out on the road, doing what I'd wanted to do all my life, all I could think of was you," — he brushed her eyelids softly with his lips — "and what an idiot I'd been to leave you. I knew I had to make it up to you. To find you and explain everything. To convince you that we have a future together."
His lips found hers again for a sweet, tender kiss.
"When I left my life behind a year ago, I knew I was searching for something." He cupped her face and tipped it up. "I just didn't realize it was you."
The glow of warmth in his eyes, paired with intense longing, filled her with joy. Storm was back, and she was in his arms, being loved by him. She stroked his cheek, loving the slightly raspy feel under her fingertips. So masculine. So Storm.
"Oh, God, I've missed you," she murmured.
The world tipped sideways as he swept her into his arms and carried her across the room and into his bedroom. He set her on her feet, stepped back, and unfastened his pants, then pulled down the zipper. She watched, holding her breath, as he dropped his pants to the floor, then his boxers, revealing his long, hard, and oh-so-familiar cock.
He walked toward her, magnificent in his unabashed nakedness, and she reached for his thick shaft, longing to feel it again. To taste it. But he captured her hand and pressed it to his mouth. The delicate brush of his lips against her palm made her insides flutter.
"No, sweetheart. First you."
He nuzzled her neck, then she felt his fingers on her top button. It released, then he moved to the next. Then the next. He gazed at her chest, a simmering heat in his eyes, as he continued to open her blouse, then he drew it wide and smiled.
"Beautiful."
She shrugged off her blazer, letting it fall to the floor, then he pushed her blouse from her shoulders. It fluttered to the ground, landing atop her jacket. She reached around behind her and unfastened her skirt. He smiled and drew it down her hips, slowly, then let it drop to the floor.
His smile turned to a broad grin as he stared at her garter belt. "Very sexy."
Guilt swept through her, since she wore the garter belt because of Dane's command, but Storm seemed too caught up in their current situation to think about that. Because if he did think about it, he would realize she'd worn it for Dane.
He scooped her up, then set her on the edge of the bed, and knelt in front of her. The feel of his fingertips grazing her feet as he slipped off her pumps sent quivers along her skin.
Then he cupped her head and drew her toward him for a deep, passionate kiss. His lips, so warm and firm on hers, sent her heart racing. She stroked her fingers through his dark hair, shorter than it had been before, as his mouth lingered on hers, then his tongue dipped inside. When he finally released her lips, she drew in a deep breath.
His hands glided down her shoulders. He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. She drew in a slow breath as his mouth continued downward, then she felt the brush of his lips on the swell of her breast. His hands skimmed along her sides and she longed for him to pull down the cups of her bra to reveal her swelling nipples. As if reading her mind, he reached behind her and found the hooks, then unfastened them. The elastic of her bra released and he peeled the lacy garment from her.
He leaned back, gazing at her naked breasts with deep admiration in his eyes. The nipples hardened, peaking forward as if reaching out to him. Begging him to touch them. And he did. Lightly, he caressed her swollen, aching breasts, then ran his fingertips over her nipples reverently.
"I've missed your beautiful breasts."
She sucked in air as he lightly stroked her hard nubs.
He smiled. "I've missed how you react to my touch."
He leaned forward and his mouth covered one nipple. She grasped his head and held him to her as his tongue laved over her sensitive nub, then he suckled and she thought she'd faint from sheer pleasure.
He continued to suck and she moaned as her whole body quivered.
"Oh, Storm, I've missed you."
He gazed up at her, his eyes aglow with deep emotion. "You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that."
He dipped his head and sucked deeply, sending her blood boiling. He eased her back onto the bed and caressed her breasts, stroking and squeezing as he lapped and suckled her nipples. She arched against him. A deep craving built within her.
She took his hand and glided it down her belly. "Please, Storm. I need you."
He chuckled and eased back, admiring her. He tucked his fingers under the elastic of her thong and slid it down. His gazed locked on her shaven folds as he stripped off the bit of satin and lace.
She opened her legs as he leaned toward her again, her insides quivering in anticipation. At the first touch of his lips on her sensitive inner thigh, she arched, but he merely teased her flesh, kissing lightly, then circling upward, past her aching, hot flesh, to her navel. He dipped his tongue inside and swirled. Then slowly ... torturously slowly ... he drifted down, nearing her throbbing sex.
When his mouth finally touched her intimate flesh, she moaned. He licked the length of her, his tongue gliding along her slick folds. She coiled her fingers in his hair, clutching his head to her. His chuckle rumbled through her.
Then he found her clit. His tongue nudged it, then swirled over it. Heat radiated from that one point, spreading wider and wider in an expanding well of joy. Her head fell back on the bed, her fingers loosening from his hair as she stroked his head absently, allowing his expert attention to sweep her away.
Fingers found her opening and slipped inside. One. Then two. He surged inside her as his tongue lavished her sensitive bud with apt attention. She tightened inside, squeezing his welcome fingers, drawing them deeper. They thrust in and out as his tongue teased her clit.
"Yes. I'm so close."
He chuckled again, then sucked. Pleasure spiraled through her.
"Oh, Storm," she moaned. "You're making me come."
"Mmm. I like hearing that." His tongue swirled on her bud and his fingers thrust in and out.
She gasped, then plummeted over the edge. He stroked and licked as she rode the wave of bliss.
As she caught her breath, he smiled and reached up, pushing the hair from her face, then he sat on the bed beside her. She sat up and rested her hands flat on his solid chest. She stroked the hard wall of muscle, then slid to the moth tattoo on his shoulder and ran her finger around the outline.
He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She could taste herself on his lips. Now she wanted to taste him. Her fingers glided down his solid chest, over his rippled abs to the hard shaft pressed against her stomach. She wrapped her fingers around it. It felt like hot marble in her hand and her insides clenched in desire.
She kissed his neck, then trailed her lips down his chest. She licked his hard, beadlike nipple, then continued downward toward her goal. She slid off the bed, pulling him to a sitting position, and knelt in front of him, the dense carpet soft beneath her knees. She drew his cock forward, admiring its length and impressive girth.
She leaned forward and licked the mushroom-shape tip, swirling her tongue underneath, then she glided downward to the base. She tipped her head sideways and dragged her lips the length of his hot, dark red flesh. He twitched in her hand, the veins along the side pulsing with life.
She slid back down and continued past the base to his hairless sacs below, then licked them.
"Oh, baby. You know how I love that."
She smiled. She did know. She knew she could drive him crazy paying attention to his balls. That's why he'd always kept them shaved. To encourage her. She lapped one into her mouth and pressed gently with her tongue.
She released it, then drew the other into her mouth, giving it the same attention. His breathing increased as his excitement mounted. She stroked his big cock with her hand, then glided her lips upward along the shaft. When she reached the tip, she opened wide, taking his cockhead into her mouth. As she moved down, she had to strain her jaw to accommodate his size.
His fingers coiled in her hair as she pushed forward, taking him as deep as she could. She squeezed him, then drew back. Then she moved forward again. She continued surging forward and back and soon his hand began to guide her to his preferred rhythm. His quick breathing told her that he was close. She caressed his balls with one hand and stroked his long shaft with the other.
"Oh, yeah, baby." Then he jerked forward and hot liquid erupted in her mouth.
She continued to suck until he'd finished, then she licked one last time before she released his deflating shaft.
He dragged her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth. She sucked on it, eager for more. She desperately wanted this man inside her.
He stood up, taking her with him and sat in the armchair beside the bed. He guided her around to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He tightened his powerful inked arms around her waist and held her tight to him.
"Do you remember our four month anniversary? When you wanted to do something to make the night memorable?" Of course she remembered. She laughed as his hands stroked up her ribs, then over her breasts. She settled on his cock and glided back, stroking his shaft with her slickness.
"You like it when your own private stripper gives you a lap dance?" she asked, recreating the moment that had driven him absolutely wild.
He groaned. "You bet I do."
She gyrated her hips, feeling his cock harden beneath her. She leaned back against him, allowing his erection to push upward in front of her, then she grasped it with both hands and stroked lovingly. She pushed his now rock-hard cock against her and rocked her pelvis up and down. As it stroked her sensitive flesh, excitement quivered through her, and she longed to feel it caress her intimate passage.
He teased her hard nipples with his fingertips as he nuzzled her neck, sending tingles dancing along her spine.
"Baby, what you're doing feels so good," he murmured against her ear. "You've got me so hard."
"I know, big guy." That's what she'd teasingly called him that night. "And I'm soaking wet for you." She squeezed him in her hands and stroked. "I need it so bad," she murmured in a throaty voice.
Suddenly, he pressed her forward onto her feet, took two steps toward the bed, then leaned her over it. The cool fabric brushed against her nipples as she dropped onto the firm mattress. She turned her head sideways as his hands pushed her legs wide. His cock pressed against her dripping folds and excitement shot through her. The big head nudged, then slowly glided inside.
(Continues…)
Excerpted from "His to Possess #5: Entangled"
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Copyright © 2014 Opal Carew.
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