Avery Flynn

He'd started falling for her the moment she walked into Devil's Dip Gym. She'd KO'd him and there was no going back.

She dropped her head, touching his forehead with hers, and rolled her hips, not bothering or not able to keep quiet her sweet little mewl of pleasure. Her heat seeped into him, trapping him in the moment...

The man had a smart mouth, a hard body, and questionable motives. In short, he was exactly what made her panties melt.

Nobody fucks with my girl." Life snapped back into her mahogany-colored eyes. "I'm not your girl." "But you will be.

Everything is going to be okay, Princess Eloise," he whispered against her ear. "I promise."But it wouldn't. She knew better than to ever trust a man who promised happy endings in the middle of a kidnapping.

It's a small closet."... "It's a walk-in the size of Rhode Island," he teased... "Isn't that just like a man to exaggerate the size of something?

I'm always glad to help." His grin was as quick and easy as it was devastating to her panties. "What can I say? I'm a real dick that way.

Tits and ass and class - that's how you land a man with money, Tamara Anne. You've got two and can fake the last one.

I know for a fact you get all hot and bothered for cocky Texans with big trucks." "Is that what I like to be big?" "You know it, darlin'." He dipped his head lower wanting - needing - to touch her. "You never know. I might just surprise you.

Things so seldom go exactly the way we plan.

Darlin', you are all female but not in the least little bit weak.

She pushed a finger against his shoulder, pushing him so he was flat on his back on the bed. "Now behave yourself and I'll show you how much fun I can be.

I'm trying to picture you growing up with sisters." "I can do a double French braid in less than three minutes and I've bought more tampons than a thirty-one-year-old man should ever admit to.

Just dinner?" If there was a God in heaven, no was the answer to that. "Whatever else is up to you and that little voice inside you telling you to jump my bones like a trampoline, darlin'." This time she did roll her eyes. "How charming." "Trust me, my charm isn't what the ladies love most about me.

She rose to her feet, lining her body up with his and closing the gap between them. "What if I need help in a different way?" "Darlin', I'm a full-service kind of helper." His hand dropped to her left hips, sending a jolt of awareness straight to her clit. "You tell me what ache is building and I'll relieve it." His other hand fell to her right hip and he pulled her close. "Tell me where it itches and I'll scratch it." His cock, hard and thick, pressed against her, letting lose a wave of desire that threatened to overwhelm her. "Show me where it hurts and I'll kiss it better." "You make a lot of promises," she managed to get out... "And I'll deliver on every single one." He dipped his head lower, letting his lips brush across hers. "You can count on it.

This was going to be like hunting black cats at midnight on a moonless night.

He'd been going out with his right hand for so long they were practically common law spouses.

You work with B-Squad." He nodded. "On a come-and-go basis as a freelancer." "Why's that?" From the number of B-Squad clients she'd had to turn away in the past month, Tamara knew the team could use another member. "I've been told I don't play well with others.