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Contents (39)
  1. Blurb
  2. Dedication
  3. Author’s Note
  4. Chapter 1—One Night Stand
  5. Chapter 2—A New Low
  6. Chapter 3—Tail Tucking
  7. Chapter 4—Darkness
  8. Chapter 5—Worst Company
  9. Chapter 6—Iced by the Coach
  10. Chapter 7—Dinner with the Family
  11. Chapter 8—In the Air
  12. Chapter 9—Busted
  13. Chapter 10—Nothing Going On
  14. Chapter 11—Demons of the Past
  15. Chapter 12—New Problem
  16. Chapter 13—Damage Control
  17. Chapter 14—Second-Favorite Sport
  18. Chapter 15—Permission
  19. Chapter 16—Persistence
  20. Chapter 17—Morning After
  21. Chapter 18—Chipping Away
  22. Chapter 19—Date on a Harley
  23. Chapter 20—Biker Chick
  24. Chapter 21—The Night
  25. Chapter 22—The Morning
  26. Chapter 23—Trouble Brewing
  27. Chapter 24—Zero to One Hundred
  28. Chapter 25—Payment Due
  29. Chapter 26—Calm Before the What?
  30. Chapter 27—The Clock Runs Down
  31. Chapter 28—To the Future
  32. Chapter 29—Exclusive
  33. Chapter 30—Missing
  34. Chapter 31—If Only
  35. Chapter 32—Lost and Found
  36. Chapter 33—Spring Sunshine
  37. Chapter 34—Sockeye Tattoos
  38. Complete Booklist
  39. About the Author

“I was about to come,” I complained.

“Not without me, you aren’t.”

“Then make me scream.”

“Oh, I can do that, baby. I’m going to fuck you hard.” His raspy voice echoed the raw passion flaming in those green eyes.

“I fucking hope so. Fuck me now.” I dug my nails into his bare back and urged him closer.

He barked out a laugh but didn’t smile. Instead he accepted the invitation of my arched hips. He plunged his impressive dick inside my desire-slickened walls. I gasped as my body geared up for a heavenly assault on my senses and sanity.

“Oh, yes.” I closed my eyes to just feel him.

“Are you okay?” At the sound of his concern, I opened my eyes again and nodded. “Good, I was afraid…” His voice trailed off.

“Afraid of what?” The fact that I was able to form coherent words with him buried inside me was amazing in itself. I’d never carried on much of a conversation with the guy who was fucking me.

“I might be too big for you.”

I laughed and changed the angle of my hips to take him deeper. “Oh, no, I can handle you, baby. All of you.”

Amusement flickered in his green eyes. “Good thing, because I’m not sure I can handle you.”

“Oh, I am. Now quit talking and fuck me.” I raked my fingernails down his spine, grabbed handfuls of his gloriously muscular hockey ass, and urged him deeper. He withdrew about halfway and thrust into me again.

“Oh, yeah, just like that.”

Encouraged by my enthusiasm, he thrust over and over, each time harder than the last. I wrapped my hips around his waist and took everything he had to give me while asking for more. Soon we were setting a feverishly hot rhythm only matched by our need for more.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Right there.” He was about to come. I felt him twitching and jerking inside me. I was close, too, and ground into him, digging my heels into his back and forcing him even deeper.

“Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed in a hoarse roar.

He closed his eyes and came, holding himself hard against me and in me. The energy of his orgasm flowed through me, and I climbed into the abyss with him. He rolled to the side and collapsed. We were both quiet except for our heavy breathing and must’ve nodded off for a while.

When I woke, he was watching me and there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. How long had it been? Twenty minutes? Thirty minutes? I didn’t know.

“I want you again.”

What female in her right mind would refuse an offer like that? Not this one. I wanted him again too.

“Then take what you want.”

His mouth turned up slightly in a smug smile brimming with confidence. “Tell me the truth. Am I the best you’ve ever had?”

“Are you mining for compliments?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know. I need additional time in the saddle to judge.”