Author: Laurelin Paige
Series: First and Last #2
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
Genre: Romantic Suspense/ Contemporary Romance
A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE FILLED WITH DARK DESIRES AND
Emily Wayborn has made a decision.
She might not fully trust handsome and deadly Reeve Sallis, but he is the
one person that gives her what she needs. With Reeve she can finally be
herself. Submitting to him is the only thing keeping her grounded as the rest
of her life falls apart. But the hotelier is a master at keeping secrets and as
she continues her quest for answers someone is making sure she doesn’t
Time is running out and she is questioning everything she thought she knew
about friendship and love. She must now make an impossible choice that will
determine if she will survive with her heart…or at all.
What he really wanted to hear were the other words, the words I couldn’t
give. He’d danced around it, too, though. He’d suggested he loved me, but
he’d never told me outright. Those words stood so prominently that they’d
become a barrier between us. Either they’d been a lie, a cruel response to
my scheming, or they’d been truthful—a possible doorway leading to
Damn, how I wanted the more. Wanted it enough to brave broaching the
He jumped in, turning his head to meet my eyes straight on. “I meant
something else. Something more.
subject. “You said things the other night, Reeve—”
There was so much to say in response and yet nothing at all came to mind.
And as wary as I was to fully trust him, I believed him. Many men had
proclaimed their love for me—usually when I had my mouth around their
dick—but it had never been sincere. The plethora of false variations had
been enough to teach me that this version was the real thing.
But Reeve had said he’d loved Amber that night as well. And I believed that
“I want you sleeping in my bed, Emily.”
Or perhaps I was wrong about everything, and his devotion was tied up in
I considered retorting back something sassy about not always being able to
get what you want. But I wasn’t quite sure that was an adage that Reeve
understood. Besides, I wanted to be sleeping in his bed as well, and maybe I
would be eventually. If it was really where he wanted me. If I was really the
sex like all the other men I’d known.
one he wanted there.
I knew I should just ask—how do you feel about Amber now? What happens
next between us? It was on the tip of my tongue, the questions preformed in
my mouth when I decided to swallow them instead. Because I wasn’t sure I
was ready to hear those answers—whatever they may be—and, in this
moment, at least, I was what he desired. And maybe it was just an excuse
to not have to think about her for a minute, to not worry about feeling guilty
or like I’d betrayed her. As long as I didn’t know, I could blame my behavior
The swing rocked as I shifted to my knees. Ignoring the chill of the seat
against my bare shins, I leaned forward and unfastened Reeve’s jeans.
“This isn’t my bed,” he said, not moving to either help me or stop me.
on ignorance, and I could please him too.
“It’s the best I can do right now.”
He’d gone commando, a sign that he’d likely tried to sleep as well, then had
thrown his clothing on when he found the effort futile. I rubbed my hands
together, heating them with friction before I reached in for his cock.
Just as I lowered my lips to his tip, he said, “That ‘right now’ insinuates that
I didn’t want to answer, afraid of giving too much of myself away. Afraid
that he wouldn’t like my reasons for not being with him fully or that he’d try
So I occupied my mouth in other ways that prevented talking.
there will be a time that you can do more.”
to talk me out of worrying about Amber’s place in all of this.
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NY Times & USA Today Bestselling author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a
good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the
embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to
complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s
probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or
dreaming of Michael Fassbender.
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