Wicked Game is Now Available in Paperback!

Wicked Game is now available in PAPERBACK!

Blurb:

Kara Smith is stressed to the max. She's close to losing the bar she inherited from her grandfather, she's exhausted from taking care of her alcoholic father, and to top things off, she's losing precious clientele to a new nightclub in Houston. She's so desperate, she's actually considering the insane proposition her best friend, Trevor Black, has made. Marry him, and he'll make sure she keeps her bar.

William Richardson is the son of Carl Jones, as in the Carl Jones...the owner of many of the amazing nightclubs in Houston. Carl has come up with his best idea yet, if only he can get Kara to sell her bar. If William can make sure this happens, he'll be handed over his father's empire. And hey, William and Kara can't stand each other, so it should be easy, right?

But after an intensely steamy night where they set aside their feud and bond in the most erotic of ways, will he still be able to convince her to let go of her bar? Will he even want to?

Excerpt:
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Kara whispered as she let her hands fall from his neck to his chest, her fingers fanning out to rub the muscles pressed against his shirt.

“I can guarantee you it’s a terrible idea,” he murmured against her cheek.

“So you regret it, then? Us?”

“There’s only one thing I regret.”

Kara looked up. The lust in his eyes alarmed her—intense and all-encompassing, like an animal he usually kept hidden, and only she was able to coax it out.

“When we were together, it was so sudden and fast. It was great, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve thought about it so many times…” He skated his hands over the top of her shirt, and her nipples hardened almost painfully as his fingertips brushed across them. “If I could do it over, I would have fucked you slower, taken my time, studied every curve of your body, and locked it into my memory for later.”

Kara pushed her body against him and gasped when her tummy came into contact with his thick and pulsing erection. She slowly scrunched the hem of his shirt up, then allowed her fingers to brush over his stomach. His flesh was on fire, and it only intensified her arousal.

William ran his tongue along the outside of her ear, stopping momentarily to nibble on her earlobe before brushing his lips against hers. “And I would have kissed you. Thoroughly.” He looked into her eyes as if to ask permission.

Kara held his gaze, then slowly closed her eyes and parted her lips against his.

WILLIAM DIDN’T HESITATE to take advantage of the invitation. He delved into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet, and he could barely contain a groan as it slid against his. He placed his hand in her hair and tilted her head back, deepening the kiss. His other hand fell just below her belly button, and as his fingers flirted with the top of her shorts, he knew he’d die if he didn’t get his mouth on what lay beneath them. “Can I taste you?”

Kara quickly nodded and began to fidget with her button and zipper.

He smiled against her mouth, then licked the seam of her lips before pulling the bottom one between his teeth. He walked her backward until she stood against the bar. He moved her shaking hands and unzipped her shorts, but before he could tug them down, she reached down and stopped him.

“Wait, I forgot something. We can’t do this right now.” Her face was flushed and her breathing ragged, her heaving chest pushing her breasts against her shirt.

“Why the fuck not?” he asked.

“I…” Kara looked around, clearly embarrassed about something. What could be so terrible they’d have to stop was beyond him. “I didn’t shave.”

William couldn’t help but chuckle; like a little hair would stop him from feasting on that gorgeous pussy. Her gorgeous pussy. He leaned in and kissed her again, swallowing her moan as he reached inside her shorts and panties and plunged his finger deep inside her wet heat. “It feels perfect to me, baby. Do you usually shave it all?” Kara nodded as she rocked herself forward and backward against his hand. “Well…don’t. I like a little texture on my tongue.”

Kara clearly liked what she heard because she curled her fingers into his hair and kissed him, hard. Her lips smashed against his as she sucked his tongue into her mouth, twirling her own tongue around his.

He pulled away from her and ripped her shirt over her head, then pulled her bra cups down so her tits spilled out over the top. He leaned in and latched on to one nipple, biting into it with just enough pressure to have her gasping above him. He dropped to his knees and pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, quickly helped her step out of them, and then threw them to the side. He allowed his nose to travel up her leg and thigh, inhaling her decadent scent. Holy fuuuck. Her pussy was perfect. A small thatch of hair covered the top, and her musky arousal made his dick pulse almost unbearably. When he couldn’t take another second of torture, he leaned in and took one long, slow, deep lick into her folds.

Kara moaned above him, her fingers curled in his hair, arching her back as she pushed her sex against his mouth. This wouldn’t work. He wanted more. He wanted to see her spread out for him. Above him, where he could watch every time she clenched her pussy in ecstasy.

She cried out when he pulled away from her. He tongued up her stomach, in between her breasts, then around her neck. “Stay there,” he instructed, panting from his own desire. He quickly grabbed one of the stepstools they’d used while painting and brought it next to her. “Turn around, put one foot on the stepstool, then place your other knee on top of the bar.”

Kara’s face was uncertain, but she did as he said, tentatively placing one foot on the stool, then after a quick glance over her shoulder at him, placed her knee on the bar.

“Now, put your hands on the bar and bend forward. And Kara…stick that perfect ass out for me. While I have you in front of me I want to see every single inch of you.”

Kara’s arms shook, whether from nerves or her need for release, he didn’t know. But she looked back at him, her eyes scorching his; then she slowly bent forward, arching her back and putting her spectacular ass and pussy on display for him.

William took a moment to take in the view, and my, oh my, it was a spectacular view indeed. Unwilling to let another second go to waste, he got on his knees below her and pulled her clit into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves, then pulled his lips over it, giving Kara an erotic sort of French kiss.

“Ah!” Kara breathlessly sobbed; her legs and thighs shook around his head. He deepened his kiss and grabbed her thighs with both hands to hold her up and open for his feasting.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled between long licks and sucks to her clit and folds. She was soaked from her desire, and he loved every bit of it. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen. Come for me, Priss Pot. I want to taste your satisfaction on my tongue. Give it to me.” He pulled her clit into his mouth, and after a few deep pulls, he placed it between his teeth and gently bit down.

Kara came violently on top of him, and it was truly beautiful to witness. He felt her thighs clench under his hands, her pussy convulse against his mouth. He tasted her sweet release, savoring each drop on his lips and tongue. He continued to softly and tenderly run his tongue along her sex, gently coaxing her down from her orgasm.