Trick (23 page)

“What if I do?” I ask.

He walks over to the bed, rips the cover back—ignoring my screams of protest—gets on the bed, and slaps my bottom with a big, rough hand.

“Ow!” I yelp, then giggle when he drops a few kisses over the red handprint. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re sexy,” he says, his kisses following the curve of my backside and working their way up my spine, along my shoulders, and up my neck.

He lays on top of me, and I love the weight of him over me. “Gunner, the bath,” I whisper.

He grabs me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder, walks me to the bath, and lowers me into the deliciously hot water. “Mmm, come in with me.” I crook my finger his way.

Gunner settles behind me, grabbing the sponge and soap. I lean forward so he can wash my back, which he does with slow sweeps of the sponge. Then he moves to my shoulders, and down to my breasts.

I swat his hand after a few seconds. “I think you may be overestimating how dirty my breasts are.”

He chuckles lowly, turning me so I’m facing him and straddling his lap. “I like to be thorough.” He flicks his tongue over one nipple, then the other.

I arch my back and press into him, my fingers curled over his shoulders, my lips pressed to his mouth.

“Are you happy?” I ask as his rough hands slide down my back and stop at my hips.

“Course I am, baby. The minute you said yes, I had everything I ever needed.” He pulls back and looks at me. “Are you happy?”

I rub my hands over his chest, up along the thick column of his neck, and take his face in my hands. “I never imagined a happiness like this.”

His fingers start to do things that make me come undone, and I dip my hands below the water to return the favor.

“I love you, Harlow Grace Mills,” he breathes in my ear as his fingers rub where I’m most sensitive. “I want you to know that I’d do anything for you, kitten. You ask, I’ll make it happen.”

His voice is low and gruff in my ears, and I press harder against him. “There is one thing...”

His hand slows and he looks at me, his eyes fierce. “Anything.”

“I want to be Harlow Grace Hunt sooner than later. I want to be yours completely,” I whisper.

“Done,” he says, his mouth sweet and rough on mine as he slides deep into me, filling me and claiming me as his own, now and forever.

More romance is coming soon from Lori Garrett….

A companion book to TRICK.

RISK

Daisy Flemming has the life she always imagined for herself:

Amazing apartment, great career, and the lethal combination of good looks and sharp wit that allow her to have her pick of any guy she wants.

When the man of her dreams turns out to be anything but, she takes a chance and asks out the guy in the office next to her.

Rhys is quiet, harmless, and looks killer in a suit. What more could a girl ask for?
Daisy figures a good romp with him will cure her wounded pride.

But the more time she spends with Rhys, the more she learns that he’s hiding things under that shy persona—and it’s not just the unexpected sexual prowess and
take-charge attitude outside of the office.

There’s more to
Rhys than Daisy ever expected.

And his secret makes falling for him that much more of a risk.