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“I’m not sure what you have been told about me, but I’m not nearly as bad as they make me out to be.” His deliciously deep voice carried a little bit of ego.
I’m sure you are exactly as bad as they make you out to be….
Brad De Luca is used to getting whatever, and whomever, he wants. The premier divorce attorney in town, he is a forty-year-old playboy who’s bedded half the city—including his own clients. And when the newest intern at his firm poses a challenge, his seductive prowess goes into overdrive.
Pre-law student Julia Campbell is fresh off a failed engagement and happy with her new independence. Even if she weren’t warned away from Brad at every turn, she’d know he was bad news. The last thing she needs is an older man who could destroy her job prospects, not to mention her innocence. But before she knows it, the incorrigible charmer has her under his spell. His deviant tastes plunge her deep into a forbidden world of sexual exploration…but her heart may not survive the fall.
**This book contains explicit sex scenes, including a MFM ménage.
I was in the office’s kitchen, buttering a stale biscuit and licking some melted butter off my fingers when he walked in.
It was as if every ounce of extra air left the room in that instance, squeezing all of the space out with it and putting me front and center in his laser beam. Damn. We locked eyes, and neither one of us moved. In his office, there had been a long, empty expanse between us. Now here in the small kitchen, I felt his…essence. It scared the crap out of me.
His eyes were a normal dark brown color, not anything special, but they blazed with a powerful intensity. He smelled of…something. I don’t know how to describe the smell but it was intoxicating and animal. The man reeked of masculinity and sex. He seemed to be a big tight ball of controlled energy and I could just as easily imagine him ripping someone’s head off as dipping me backwards into a kiss. As I stood there frozen, his sexy features curled into a smile and he looked like he wanted to eat me. I backed up and bumped into the kitchenette counter. I was acutely aware of the butter all over my fingers and, now dripping, on the edge of my mouth. I licked my lips and said the first thing that popped into my mind.
“I’m not Tiffany.”
His smile faltered slightly and he shook his head and chuckled. “I know.”
“I’m Julia. Julia Campbell. Broward’s intern.”
“Yes. I just asked Sheila where to find you. She said you were in here.”
“Oh.” A pause. His eyes never leaving mine. “Why were you looking for me?”
“Would you like to go to lunch?” He turned some powerful, magical force on full blast and it was like he radiated with intense sexual heat. I almost swooned, but caught myself. Keep it together you damn woman!
“No?” His grin increased and he looked almost incredulous. He glanced around as if wanting someone around to witness this.
“No.” My voice grew in strength and confidence. Cocky prick.
“Why?” He moved closer and I lost all sense of reality. The man was like no one I’d ever met. I could see why divorcing wives would throw apart their legs and beg him for more than lawyerly duties. The man was walking, breathing sex. I had never found body builders or large men attractive. I had pined and worshipped the rail-thin, pretty look of male models. This man was built like a God – with the deposition of Satan. I couldn’t imagine being an intern to this man and NOT doing more than filing his briefs.
I would have moved back farther but the kitchen counter rail was already digging into my ass and no doubt now leaving a bruise. I met his amused gaze and tried to portray nonchalance.
“For one thing, you’re a little old.”
His eyes flickered a bit at that, but he kept his thoughts to himself.
“Annnddd, I’m not supposed to talk to you.” Even to my ears, that sounded juvenile.
His egotistic smirk was back.
“Ahhh… yes. Broward wants to keep you all to himself.”
I didn’t like that response, but kept my mouth shut and let me eyes communicate my silent retort.
“Come on. Let’s go to Centaur.”
“No. I have work to do.”
“Come on – I’ll have you back in a flash. No one will even know you are gone.”
“Julia!” Sheila stood in the doorway and glared at De Luca. He had the good grace to look sheepish, which also looked ridiculously sexy. Good lord. Someone needs to take this man out back and shoot him.
I fled to the safety of her side, taking my buttery fingers with me and leaving my plate and knife behind.
“I need Julia,” Sheila said. “Are you all through with whatever it was you were needing her for?” Her expression painted her opinion clearer than any billboard sign could.
De Luca nodded a goodbye to me and strode out of the kitchen, winking at me, and patting Sheila on the shoulder as he passed. I could suddenly breathe a lot easier. Sheila turned and affixed me with a steely stare, all evidence of grandmotherly goodness gone. “Is this going to be a problem?” she demanded.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
There was a frenzied force behind our kisses, a desperation to have anything and everything we could capture in that moment. He rolled me over, our mouths never leaving each other, and I was suddenly on top, my towel bunched and irritatingly present between us. I yanked off of his lips, jerking the soft terry cloth, panicked in my desire to have my flesh against his, nothing between us but the unknown future. I finally freed my body and launched back downward, his body coming up to meet mine, his hands gripping my hair, his want as present as my own. He said something against my mouth, his words lost in the kiss and I pulled off him, panting.
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I was happy with my life. And who wouldn’t be? Beautiful women, money, a job that I could sleep through and still make bank. But I was bored. And I never could walk away from a challenge.
This challenge turned out to be brunette. Feisty. Just the way I like them. But innocent. Too innocent for me. Too innocent to do anything other than sample and then toss back. Anything more would be too risky, too much work.
I was unprepared for Julia Campbell. I should have done my homework, should have looked before diving into unfamiliar waters. Ditching her proved to be problematic, my sexual needs greater than my common sense.
She was different. She became more than a challenge.
She may just bring my world crashing down.
**This novella is a companion piece to Blindfolded Innocence, a #1 Erotica Bestseller
2:45 AM. Too damn late. He collected a stack of chips and let them fall through his hand, watching them bounce and drop on the green felt.
“Your luck has turned,” the heavyset man before him said, gathering the cards. “You should stop for the night.”
Brad looked up, shaking his head and sliding a single black chip forward. “Another hand.”
He reached for the glass, downing the remaining bit of bitter liquor. It was out of his norm – continuing to play when his luck had turned. But he needed to be down here and out of the suite. In the suite was her – and he didn’t know how to handle her.
A waitress materialized at his side, setting another cold glass before him. He nodded, passing her a tip, and tapped on the table, asking for another card. He stared at his hand, trying, for the hundredth time, to rid his mind of her image.
They had checked in late, heading up to the room first, the bellman putting away their bags. He had expected them to go out, for dinner or drinks, when she had come to pieces, standing in the middle of the suite, her eyes welling with tears, her mouth basically accusing him of bringing her here for sex. It was like she expected him to bend her over the sofa as soon as the door closed behind the bellman.
He swallowed a mouthful of bitter whisky. Her concerns were well-founded. He had assumed that they would fuck, but he was in no rush. It wasn’t something that needed to happen on this trip. This trip had been intended more for… hell – he didn’t know why he had brought her here. The whole damn thing didn’t make any sense. All he knew was that look in her eyes – that fragile, terrified expression – told him that he needed to be careful. Keep his distance, keep her clothed, untouched. She was not one of the woman who laid on his desk and begged for a fucking. She was, apparently, fairly inexperienced. And she would take the sex as more than it was.
Stay away. Keep his distance. An easy decision to make when he sat thirty-two floors below her, alcohol and hours of distraction between them. It might be a different story when he was in her presence again.
He pushed the remaining chips towards the line. “All in. Last hand.”
“Good luck,” the dealer said with a somber look.
“Thanks. I need it.”
A man who always gets what he wants often has something to hide.
Julia Campbell never knows what to expect with win-at-all-costs Brad De Luca. And she’s starting to like it that way. She gave up safe, conventional relationships when she let the elite divorce attorney seduce her into his world. Now that he’s determined to strip her naked of her every inhibition, she’s in danger of falling too deep and too fast.
But their affair begins to feel even more dangerous when a murder leaves a trail of suspicion that points straight to the mob … and Brad. Trusting a man with a bad reputation and a past full of secrets seems like a mistake. But when she’s forced to make a choice, the consequences will take her further than she could’ve ever imagined.
Title: Sex, Love, Repeat
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18627715-sex-love-repeat
I love two men. I screw two men. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything, but that they are not alone in my heart.
They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.
So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.
I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed the woman who watched it all. She sat in the background and waited, tried to figure me out. Saw my two relationships, the love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart.
She hates me.
I don’t even know she exists.
She loves them. I love them.
And they love me.
Everything else hangs in the balance.
Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. Alessandra is currently working on the sequel to Blindfolded, which will be released in 2014.
Alessandra lives in the Southern United States and is married, with one young child. She enjoys reading, spending time with her family, and playing with her dogs. Her favorite authors include Lisa Gardner, Gillian Flynn, and Jennifer Crusie.