Chapters (65)
- Rebel
- Dedication
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Book Description
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Rock
- Lacey
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- Epilogue
- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“I don’t believe there was any time limit mentioned in the will, which probably means as long as you’re living.”
“There’s got to be a loophole.”
“I doubt it, but I can look into it.”
“Yeah, do that. Bill me. Oh, hell no. Bill the company.”
She smiled. “All right.”
“What kind of food do you like?”
“Anything.”
“Okay. Liver and onions it is.”
Her eyes widened. “There’s no way this hotel serves liver and onions.”
“Hey, you said anything. If I wave my father’s money—God, my money—around and request liver and onions, I’m betting they’ll find me some.”
“You don’t really like liver and onions, do you?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, I do. It’s a good hearty meal, and it’s inexpensive. I wasn’t exactly living in luxury in Montana.”
She reddened. “I didn’t think—”
“Baby, I’m kidding. I’m not ordering liver and onions. But yeah, I do like it. I’m feeling more like a big hunk of steak right now. How about you?”
She smiled. “Steak sounds perfect.”
“Rare?”
“Medium.”
“Medium? You’ll kill it.”
“I’ll try rare, then.”
A woman willing to try new things. I liked that. In fact, I liked almost everything about Lacey Ward. At least the little I knew of her. I ordered the food plus a bottle of wine. “Now,” I said, “what can we do in the meantime, while we’re waiting for our dinner to be delivered?”
She reddened again. God, she was adorable. “I don’t know.”
“I know what I’d like to do,” I said.
“What?”
I walked back to the bed and pulled her to the edge, spreading her legs. I got on my knees and gazed at her swollen pussy. “I think this will make an amazing appetizer.” I dived in.
She was smooth as silk, slippery as wet grass. And the fact that I was licking my own come out of her turned me on even more. I’d never done that before—hell, never wanted to—but the fact that I was inside her, my very essence….
I groaned, shoving my tongue far into her heat.
She moaned above me, and a few seconds later, I felt the pull of her fingers in my hair. She tugged gently, which fueled my passion even further.
“You taste like sweet apples, baby,” I said against her slick folds. “Yeah, a perfect appetizer.” I moved upward to her clit and sucked it between my lips.
She jerked, arching, pushing my head into her pussy, grinding against my lips.
It was thrilling.