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(Book #2 in the Dark Path series)
With Erika back in Manhattan, both Chris and Max try to seduce her in the hopes sheâll choose one of them. As both men battle for her heart, a woman from Maxâs past reappears, bent on revenge. Chris will ruin Max anyway he can in order to make Erika his own. However Max has something up his sleeve to insure heâs the victor, but not without a priceâErikaâs soul.
Releasing June 9th, 2014
The walk felt like an eternity but lasted mere minutes. When he reached the corner of his hotel, he placed Erika on her feet. Swaying, she latched onto his arms. He spotted the nervousness in her eyes, and his chest tightened.
As he set his lips on her forehead, he cupped her face. âThereâs nothing to be afraid of. I wonât do anything you donât want me to. You say stop, and I will.â
She spread her palm over his rapidly beating heart. âDoes my safe word still apply in this situation?â
âYes, but only because itâs adorable when you scream âwhiskersâ when you come.â
She smacked him in the stomach. He curled his arm around her waist and flicked the tip of her nose with his tongue. Her face colored an adorable pink.
He started walking backward and linked her hands with his. âWill you come up to my room and spend the night with me, Miss Walsh?â
She dug the edge of her front teeth into her bottom lip and tilted her head, acting shy. âWhat if I want you to be gentle with me, Mr. Crawford?â
He stopped and almost coughed as his breath caught in his lungs. âIfâ¦if thatâs what I have to do in order for you to be with me, then yes.â
She lifted their combined hands, slipped his thumb inside her mouth, and sucked.
His dick jerked. That familiar tingling in his lower back spread around front and disembarked between his thighs.
âEnough,â he snapped and drew his thumb out of her mouth. He rubbed her saliva across her bottom lip. âGive me your answer. Now.â
She presented him with a smile worthy of an experienced seductress. âYes.â
The walk across the lobby took too long for Max. Erika purposely taunted him by not rushing. He would have carried her in his arms like he had on Bourbon Street, but he needed to remain in control. He always stayed at the Hotel Monteleone while in New Orleans, and he didnât want that to change. He kept his frustration at bay while she viewed the splendor, spying the lounge off to the right and the slow moving carousel inside making up the bar.
âOh, my God, itâs a real carousel? And it moves?â She stepped toward the room, her face full of awe.
âAt night, they have piano music and live singing. Next time I promise weâll sit at the bar.â Hooking his arms around Erika from behind, he rested his chin on her shoulder. âBut unless you want me to fuck you on top of the bar, we should go up to my suite as soon as possible.â
She laid her palm on his cheek and gave him an amused glance. âIf we donât, will you jizz in your pants in front of everyone here?â
He dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder and held back a laugh. If only she knew how close he was to losing it. âPut me out of my misery, and letâs go upstairs.â
She turned and, grabbing his hand, hurried to the set of elevators. She giggled loud, the sound of her joy echoing off the walls.
A few people loitering, including those behind the front desk, sent Erika and him curious stares, but he didnât care. He chuckled along with her. When they reached the elevator doors, he pushed aside her hands, so he could punch the button first. She gave him a playful pout. He returned the favor by cupping her ass and squeezing her generous flesh.
âWeâre grabby tonight, arenât we?â She brushed up against him.
He continued caressing those two marvelous muscular globes, exultant her weight loss hadnât affected her posterior. âI canât stop touching you.â
âHow about kissing me?â she whispered. When the elevator doors open, she yanked him inside by his collar.
He slapped the button to his floor then pulled Erika into the corner. He snuck a peek behind to see if anyone waited to enterânot that he would have allowed another inside. Once the doors slammed shut, he claimed Erikaâs mouth, feasting on her lips, drunk on her taste.
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