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Nicolas wasn’t the sexy man Bee expected to see this morning. Hawke Masters, her tattooed former marine, is riding his customized chopper toward the condo building, anticipating an equally mind-meltingly erotic encounter.
Both men want her with a thrilling intensity. Neither her billionaire nor her biker wishes to share her affections. Is today the day Bee is forced to choose?
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“You’re bored.” I pat pressed powder over my shiny nose. “You don’t have to stay.” I force the words, wanting him to stay, to keep me company.
“There’s nowhere on earth I’d rather be than right here.” Hawke’s low rumble rolls over me, lighting fires we have no time to tend. “There are many reasons to go to war. Some men fight for their children. Some men fight for the glory. Some men fight because their fathers fought and their grandfathers fought. I fought to protect moments like these, the quiet moments everyone takes for granted.”
I meet his gaze in the mirror, not expecting poetry from my rough, tough military man. “You don’t take them for granted.”
“No, I don’t.” Sadness flits across Hawke’s face. “I’ve seen too much to do that.”
“Is that why you watch me?” I skim pink gloss across my lips.
“No.” He chuckles. “I watch you because I’m a pervert.” I smile. Before I met him, I thought I was alone in my perversions. “And I watch you because you like it, because you’re mine.” Hawke places the clothing he’d folded in the laundry hamper, not questioning my need for neatness even with my dirty garments, treating the fabric as carefully as he treats me.
I say nothing as I slip into the dress because I’m not his. Nicolas is the man I should want. Hawke pushes my hair over my shoulder and zips my dress, his fingertips pressing along my spine, leaving a trail of decadent sensation.
“You look beautiful.” He brushes my tendrils back once more, his touch reverent.
I gaze at our reflections in the vanity’s mirror. Hawke is huge, clad in his hideous black T-shirt and faded blue jeans, all muscles and blunt features, a shadow of stubble shading his chin. I’m smaller, wearing a delicate designer dress, my makeup and hair flawless. We shouldn’t fit and we shouldn’t look right together, yet we do, his maleness framing my slighter form, emphasizing my femininity.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs.
Author Info
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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Website: http://cynthiasax.com
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