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“What the hell have you done to my sister?” #MFRWhooks

Moses Hawke has loved Sin from the moment he laid eyes on her, but being with her cost him a good friend and valuable partnership.

 
Sin knows what Moses sacrificed to be with her and she’s willing to keep a few secrets of her own to maintain their peaceful existence.

 

Some things are not meant to be hidden and when all Sin’s transgressions become known, she’s left to wonder if Moses will still be there to protect her.

 

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“Not now, Madisin.”

“I can’t believe you. Is this how you repay our friendship?” BJ hurled the jewelry at his feet. “You turn her into one of your conquests?”

 

Moses gritted his teeth, aware that movement in the gym had ceased.

 

“What the hell have you done to my sister?”

 

He glanced at the broken chain on the floor, then at BJ. “You’re way out of line.”

 

BJ sneered and swung a large fist at his face. Moses blocked the blow with his left forearm and tossed a right hook to the other man’s jaw. BJ stumbled backward and Sin screamed.

 

“Don’t ever put your put your hands on her like that again.” Moses stalked toward him.

 

BJ rushed him, catching him around the middle. Both men went down, grappling for a hold. Moses made it to his feet first, his forearm wrapped around BJ’s neck in a side chokehold.

 

“I don’t want to do this with you, man. We’ve been friends for too long to let some bull come between us like this.”

 

The other man grunted. “You shouldn’t have slept with my sister.”

 

“She makes her own decisions.” Moses dragged him toward the now vacant ring and tossed him beneath the bottom rope. He quickly climbed onto the lip of the ring, grabbed the top rope and vaulted over it. He barely managed to duck the clothesline waiting for him.

 

They fell into an elbow and collar lock. Each man had a hand behind the other’s neck and gripped an elbow. Moses broke the hold first, grasping BJ’s wrist and twisting it behind his back. The man howled. He shoved him to one corner of the ring.

 

Moses stared his opponent in the eyes. “I love your sister, from the moment I laid eyes on her.” Still holding BJ’s arm, Moses backpedaled, bringing the other man with him and whipped forward, shoving him hard to aid his forward momentum.

 

At the last minute BJ turned, his back hitting the opposite corner, where he snapped off the ropes. Moses met him with a scoop slam. He bent at the knees, hooked one arm between the legs, held him over his head for two heartbeats, before releasing him and stepping away.

 

Thwack! The slam of a heavy body on a mildly soft surface reverberated through the room. Panting, BJ crawled to the ropes and hung out the side.

 

Moses tracked him across the ring. If BJ could come in here and try to dress him down in front of everyone, then he could take this ass whupping. He palmed his head. BJ tossed an elbow in his gut, driving him backward a few steps, then jumped to his feet.

 

He grabbed BJ’s shirt, ripping the sleeve. Moses spun behind the man, bent his knees and held BJ around the waist, back to chest. Moses bounced, lifting BJ to his shoulder, and fell backward.

 

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Replaced? #MFRWhooks

Moses Hawke has loved Sin from the moment he laid eyes on her, but being with her cost him a good friend and valuable partnership.

 
Sin knows what Moses sacrificed to be with her and she’s willing to keep a few secrets of her own to maintain their peaceful existence.

 

Some things are not meant to be hidden and when all Sin’s transgressions become known, she’s left to wonder if Moses will still be there to protect her.

 

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“Ten thousand dollars?” Moses Hawke dragged his fingers through his shoulder length hair. He resisted the urge to hurl his cellphone. This was not the news he wanted to hear from his accountant. “Explain to me how someone walks into the bank and leaves with ten grand. Of my money?”

 

“Well, I’m working on it.”

 

“I don’t want you working on it. I want it handled. There’s paperwork involved when you take out or deposit that amount of cash. I want to know who took my money. Those funds were earmarked for Saturday’s Back to the Bricks’ Slamfest. I want it back.”

 

“All right, Moses. I’ll wake the bank manager if I have to.”

 

“You’ll wake the bank president, Julius. I do a lot of business with that bank and they manage a great deal of my funds. If they can’t find who did this then tell them there are other financial institutions just begging for my business. Got that?”

 

Heavy breathing and faint scratching sounded through the line.

 

“And Julius?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You can be replaced.” Moses pressed “End” and tossed his phone on his desk. Just what he needed, more drama. First Virgil decides to attack his tag team’s woman and now this. Speaking of which, he needed to make sure the check was ready when that heel decided to drag his sorry ass in to get his money.

 

He raked his fingers through his already disheveled hair and huffed. What else could go wrong? Light taps rattled the frosted glass on the office door. About time. He bent over the desk to retrieve the folder containing the check and contract for Virgil.

 

“C’min,” Moses called.

 

The knob jangled and the hinges creaked. Perfume, a subtle blend of rose and citrus caressed his senses, tightened his groan and knotted his stomach. Definitely not Virgil. High heels clicked across the threshold, followed by the soft rustle of clothing.

 

No. This could not be happening to him tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He closed his eyes and willed his body under control, but the sweet scent of her fragrance left him a little dizzy.

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Bam! #MFRWauthor

This week’s prompt is a really good one. 

 

Getting my first acceptance email was so exhilarating. I can remember it like yesterday. I was sitting in a hotel room in Columbus, OH while my then husband was in continuing education classes. I opened up my email and Bam! there it was. You’ve been accepted from Whispers Publishing. 

 

Had I been  at home, I’d have run around screaming and shouting the good news. Since I was in a hotel they  wouldn’t have really appreciate that type of exuberance, so I kept it to a happy dance. And wouldn’t you know it the first three people I called didn’t answer the phone. I mean, c’mon my sister, dad, and partner have been there through all the rejections and they couldn’t answer the phone?! Do you know how hard it was to keep my excitement under wraps? Finally, my children answered the phone and they were as excited as teenage boys can be. 

 

As for changing my life, it was outside validation that I was worth publishing. A professional saw my worth, my potential and said yes. 

 

That first acceptance led to more acceptance. I met other authors, editors, attended workshops, fans, and publishers. 

 

I’ve made friends, enemies, and everything in between. Being offered a contract allowed me to flourish and grow as a writer and a person.

 

 I’m not rich yet, but I understand what makes a good story. I have what it takes to be a bestselling author. If some of today’s #1 best sellers can head hop well so can I.

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“Cancel them.” #MFRWhooks

For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.

Jordan Carlisle has been waiting a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his checkered past destroy his future?

 


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Jonathan Bach edged a hip onto the corner of her desk and unbuttoned his jacket. He touched the vase with an index finger and she tensed. Hopefully her father wouldn’t send the arrangement toppling to the floor. “I’ve been calling you for hours,” he said. “Where the hell have you been?”

 

“I wasn’t aware I needed to check my whereabouts with you. Did you want to discuss something in particular?” She matched her father’s strident tone.

 

He sniffed, and then snapped his fingers. Gregory handed him a thick folder. Elisabeth shook her head. Some things never changed. Gregory still did her father’s bidding.

 

“I have a business proposition for you.”

 

She folded her arms and looked from one man to the other. The vibe in the room had turned from controlled hostility to a predatory tension. This was not good. Foreboding slinked down her spine.

 

“I decline whatever offer you’re presenting, Father.”

 

“Oh, I think you’ll want to hear this one.”

 

Warning bells clanged and they had nothing to do with the lecherous sneer on Gregory’s face.

 

Elisabeth feigned impatience by glancing at her watch. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. I don’t want to be late.”

 

Jonathan thinned his lips and fixed her with a scathing stare. “Impertinence.”

 

“So I’ve been told. Now please leave.” She held the door open. No matter what she had to make her father think, she wanted him out of her office.

 

“You’re twenty-fifth birthday is in a few weeks.”

 

She resisted rolling her eyes. Not this old conversation again. How many times did she have to tell him she would never agree with any of his party arrangements? “We’ve discussed this before. I’ve already made plans.”

 

“Cancel them.”

 

Like that was going to happen. This time she did roll her eyes. When would her father realize he no longer controlled every aspect of her life? Especially when it came to her birthday. The last thing she would do was cancel on her best friend. She hadn’t seen Leslie since her wedding last May. And when she moved to Europe with her husband, Elisabeth saw even less of her.

 

She walked to her desk and removed her purse from the bottom drawer. The activity allowed her to rein in her emotions while she breathed deep. If she lost control her father would win and she couldn’t have that.

 

After tucking a curl behind her ear, Elisabeth fished her keys from her purse. “Is that why you barged into my office and disrupted my workday?” She moved toward the door. “Really father, I’ve told you. Whatever scheme you have in mind, I want no part in it. I don’t think I can be any clearer. Now if you don’t mind, I’m due in a meeting, which doesn’t involve you.”

 

“I canceled your meeting.”

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Secrets #MFRWhooks

For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.

Jordan Carlisle has been waiting a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his checkered past destroy his future?

 


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“Are you playing matchmaker again, Dylan?”

He chuckled. “No ma’am. He saw you sitting alone.”

“I think I can take it from here,” a smooth, velvety voice interrupted.

Dylan nodded and backed away. Elisabeth straightened a little in her chair. Her breath stuck in her throat at the intensity of the newcomer’s stare. His long slow perusal left her body simmering.

His jet black hair was cut close, the smooth hairline tapering to neatly trimmed sideburns. Otherwise, his rugged face was clean-shaven. He smiled and her eyes were drawn to his full, sexy mouth. For a moment, she wondered how his lips would feel pressed against hers. Desire flooded her veins.

“Jordan Carlisle.” He offered his hand. The oversized watch on his wrist winked in the dim light, vying for attention with his gold cufflinks.

She accepted his hand. “Elisabeth.” She snapped her gaze to his at the crackle of electricity between them. He held her hand a second too long and flirtation gleamed in the depths of his coffee-colored eyes.

“Mind if I join you?” He waved to the vacant chair across from hers.

She shook her head and bit back a sigh when his biceps flexed against the dark silk of his suit jacket. He unbuttoned his coat and sat down.

“I hate dining alone,” he said, smiling apologetically.

“I do too. I was just about to leave.” She studied him from beneath her lashes before meeting his eyes a second time. He seemed familiar to her, yet she couldn’t quite place where she’d seen him. “Have we met before?”

He smiled, wide and easy, and her heart fluttered in anticipation.

“Not formally. I’m a friend of your brother’s. We went to college together.”

His dark good looks and devil-may-care eyes slid into place in her memory. The photo in her brother’s room, of the lacrosse team. Jordan had been the captain.

“You and Drew played lacrosse.”

He nodded. “How is Andrew? It’s been a few months since we’ve seen each other.”

“Out of town at the moment. At a conference.” She reached for her water glass and Dylan reappeared with a second menu. “I’ll have to tell Andrew we spoke.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind.” Jordan smiled again and she melted.

She shook her head. “He thinks I should get out more, but my father has a way of sabotaging my love life.” She sipped her water.

He regarded her a moment, avid interest shining in his eyes. “You are definitely worth protecting.”

Heat crept into her cheeks from his scrutiny as well as the compliment. “You’re pretty suave, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, a smooth laugh that reminded her of warm fudge. “When it suits me.”

“Like now?”

He inclined his head.

“And my father knows nothing about you?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

She picked up a menu. “Let’s keep it that way.”

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Sin? #MFRWhooks

Moses Hawke has loved Sin from the moment he laid eyes on her, but being with her cost him a good friend and valuable partnership.
Sin knows what Moses sacrificed to be with her and she’s willing to keep a few secrets of her own to maintain their peaceful existence.

Some things are not meant to be hidden and when all Sin’s transgressions become known, she’s left to wonder if Moses will still be there to protect her.

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“Ten thousand dollars?” Moses Hawke dragged his fingers through his shoulder length hair. He resisted the urge to hurl his cellphone. This was not the news he wanted to hear from his accountant. “Explain to me how someone walks into the bank and leaves with ten grand. Of my money?”

 

“Well, I’m working on it.”

 

“I don’t want you working on it. I want it handled. There’s paperwork involved when you take out or deposit that amount of cash. I want to know who took my money. Those funds were earmarked for Saturday’s Back to the Bricks’ Slamfest. I want it back.”

 

“All right, Moses. I’ll wake the bank manager if I have to.”

 

“You’ll wake the bank president, Julius. I do a lot of business with that bank and they manage a great deal of my funds. If they can’t find who did this then tell them there are other financial institutions just begging for my business. Got that?”

 

Heavy breathing and faint scratching sounded through the line.

 

“And Julius?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You can be replaced.” Moses pressed “End” and tossed his phone on his desk. Just what he needed, more drama. First Virgil decides to attack his tag team’s woman and now this. Speaking of which, he needed to make sure the check was ready when that heel decided to drag his sorry ass in to get his money.

 

He raked his fingers through his already disheveled hair and huffed. What else could go wrong? Light taps rattled the frosted glass on the office door. About time. He bent over the desk to retrieve the folder containing the check and contract for Virgil.

 

“C’min,” Moses called.

 

The knob jangled and the hinges creaked. Perfume, a subtle blend of rose and citrus caressed his senses, tightened his groan and knotted his stomach. Definitely not Virgil. High heels clicked across the threshold, followed by the soft rustle of clothing.

 

No. This could not be happening to him tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He closed his eyes and willed his body under control, but the sweet scent of her fragrance left him a little dizzy.

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Indulging Sin #MFRWhooks

Moses Hawke has loved Sin from the moment he laid eyes on her, but being with her cost him a good friend and valuable partnership.
Sin knows what Moses sacrificed to be with her and she’s willing to keep a few secrets of her own to maintain their peaceful existence.

Some things are not meant to be hidden and when all Sin’s transgressions become known, she’s left to wonder if Moses will still be there to protect her.

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“Ten thousand dollars?” Moses Hawke dragged his fingers through his shoulder length hair. He resisted the urge to hurl his cellphone. This was not the news he wanted to hear from his accountant. “Explain to me how someone walks into the bank and leaves with ten grand. Of my money?”

 

“Well, I’m working on it.”

 

“I don’t want you working on it. I want it handled. There’s paperwork involved when you take out or deposit that amount of cash. I want to know who took my money. Those funds were earmarked for Saturday’s Back to the Bricks’ Slamfest. I want it back.”

 

“All right, Moses. I’ll wake the bank manager if I have to.”

 

“You’ll wake the bank president, Julius. I do a lot of business with that bank and they manage a great deal of my funds. If they can’t find who did this then tell them there are other financial institutions just begging for my business. Got that?”

 

Heavy breathing and faint scratching sounded through the line.

 

“And Julius?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You can be replaced.” Moses pressed “End” and tossed his phone on his desk. Just what he needed, more drama. First Virgil decides to attack his tag team’s woman and now this. Speaking of which, he needed to make sure the check was ready when that heel decided to drag his sorry ass in to get his money.

 

He raked his fingers through his already disheveled hair and huffed. What else could go wrong? Light taps rattled the frosted glass on the office door. About time. He bent over the desk to retrieve the folder containing the check and contract for Virgil.

 

“C’min,” Moses called.

 

The knob jangled and the hinges creaked. Perfume, a subtle blend of rose and citrus caressed his senses, tightened his groan and knotted his stomach. Definitely not Virgil. High heels clicked across the threshold, followed by the soft rustle of clothing.

 

No. This could not be happening to him tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be here. He closed his eyes and willed his body under control, but the sweet scent of her fragrance left him a little dizzy.

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For A Moment He Was Falling #MFRWhooks

Huemac, a half-breed, covets ultimate power, but he needs two things—access to the royal family and an ancient artifact. He attains the former by seducing the Emperor’s sister, and then steals the latter.

 

Moctezuma, the newly crowned Emperor, comes from a long line of powerful gods known as Sin-Eaters. He desires peace among his people, but an ancient prophecy warns of war.

 

Huemac discovers the incantation to activate the fabled Athame of Souls, a mythical weapon capable of entrapping souls. His quest to rule is within his grasp. Only one thing stands in his way—Moctezuma.

 


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He leaned against the sill, peering into the distant water surrounding the island. Too bad he couldn’t smite them for their insolence. 

 

Dust rose from his grip as he leaned farther out the window. The impudent fools would rue the day they ever passed him over for their leader. Already preparations were being made to crown the rightful heir to the throne—a throne that would be his, if he bided his time.

“Huemac”—the soft, husky tone broke his reverie—“you seem so tense.” 

 

He hid a smirk as he turned. This goddess was his way in. For months he'd bedded her just to get close to her family—the ruling family. Her blood, her very sacrifice, would secure his position as ruler for centuries to come. 

 

“Keeping our relationship from your family continues to give me trouble.” He prevaricated as he glided toward the bed where Metztli lie.  

....

 

She giggled, a musical sound that grated his nerves. “’Tis only until the feast of coronation has concluded. Once that’s over, I will introduce you with all the fanfare due your position.” 

 

Truth rang in her words. What was the emotion pricking his conscience? It almost felt like guilt. He brushed it aside. He learned at an early age about naiveté. Metztli embodied that. As princess, she was shielded from the harshness of what her people really were. She was oblivious to how she was being played with just a hot time in bed and the false promises of love. 

 

He sat on the edge of the bed. His weight shifted her toward him and he brushed a lock of her sandy-brown hair back from her face.

She stared up at him expectantly, her light brown eyes alive with light.

 

“Not a moment later.” He acceded to her plea with a wry smile as he gazed into her eyes. For a moment he was falling forward into the caramel depths. With a jerk, he snapped back, then blinked to clear his head.

 

Metztli rubbed his thigh as if nothing had happened. “You are everything I’ve wanted,” she murmured.

 

....

 

He traced the distinctive Sin Eaters’ tattoo of an eagle perched on a cactus on the inside of her wrist before trailing ....

 

 

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Attracting Trouble #MFRWhooks

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven, until another wrestler threatens the happy balance.

Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don't mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel, Virgil, decides to interfere, well the guys will just have to show him why they're the champions.

 


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She cleaned the worst of the alcohol from her dress, thankful the garment was navy and not the cream-colored silk she’d planned to wear. Alexa fluffed her hair, reapplied the strawberry flavored lip gloss she favored, and exited the bathroom.

 

The corners of her mouth curved upward. Two sexy men couldn’t wait to get her out of her dress. Quite frankly, she yearned to be between their two hard bodies. She sucked in a breath as desire pulsed at her clit and moisture dampened her panties.

 

She quickened her steps, her heels clicking against the aged tile. Already she was thinking of a shower with the men. The heat of their mouths on her body while the warm spray pounded her flesh. Or maybe the whirlpool tub. A sigh slipped past her lips. Or maybe...

 

“Oh!” She bounced off a hard chest and stumbled a few paces back. “Sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

 

A rough hand seized her arm, steadying her, but his grip lingered longer than necessary. “No problem. I wanted to run into you.”

 

Alexa snapped her gaze to the man’s face and groaned. Not him. Of all the people she could’ve run into, she'd collided with a lascivious jerk. “Yeah. Whatever.” She snatched her arm from his grasp.

 

“What’s the matter? Need a real man in your bed?” His words slurred a bit and she wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath.

 

“Already have one.” She moved forward and he blocked her path. “Really?”

 

His brows knitted together and he pursed his lips. “You are such a stuck-up bitch.”

 

She hesitated. The malice in his voice caught her off-guard. “Wh-what?”

 

“You think I didn’t see you groping Lightning, and then Thunder shoves his tongue down your throat.” He looked her up and down a speculative gleam in his eyes. “So what’s the going rate for someone like you. One, two hundred bucks?”

 

If she’d had something to throw in his face she would have. Instead, she did the next best thing. His head snapped to the side as she laid the flat of her palm across his cheek. Her hand stung from the contact, but it was so worth the pain. The slap echoed above the momentary lull in music.

 

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” she snapped and edged past him.

 

Virgil lunged for her and, before she could react, strong arms encircled her waist and moved her out of harm’s way. Daniel squeezed through the narrowed opening and shoved the other man back. Alexa stared up into Tono’s rugged face, dark with anger.

 

“I take my eyes off you for two seconds and you’reagain.”

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“Are you sure” #MFRWhooks

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven, until another wrestler threatens the happy balance.

Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don't mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel, Virgil, decides to interfere, well the guys will just have to show him why they're the champions.

 


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“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

 

“I’m more than okay with it and so is Tono. Don’t believe me? Go ask him.”

 

Alexa scanned the gyrating bodies, spotted a flash of white and a mop of tousled dark curls. As usual a group of scantily clad women surrounded him. He caught her eye and flashed her a devil-may-care smile.

 

Some part of her wanted to be jealous for the attention he paid the women surrounding him, but that little smirk set everything right with her world again.

 

“You’re making the other women jealous.” Daniel chuckled.

 

She whipped around to look at him. “What?”

 

“See that blonde in the green dress?” He pointed over her shoulder and she turned to look. “She’s been shooting daggers this way all night. Tono hasn’t looked at her once.”

 

“Pu-leeze.”

 

“No? Walk over there and see what he does.”

 

Alexa shrugged. Why not? Petty jealousies were nothing new to her. Most of her life had been spent on the pageant circuit and while the organizers did their best to promote camaraderie between the contestants, girls would still be girls.

 

She tossed her hair from her face and sauntered to where Tono lounged on a stool at the end of the bar. She paused on the edge of the group, taking in his swarthy good looks. High cheekbones, deep set eyes, and olive skin made her long to be in a room alone and naked with him. Despite his athletic build, he supplemented his income as a model. Most women wanted to be with him because of his striking good looks; she wanted to be with him because he also held her heart.

 

Someone bumped her from behind and she squeezed into the group of women surrounding him. As she did something cold hit her left breast and soaked through her dress. The sticky sweet lemony scent of someone’s drink filled the air. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Great. She'd just got this dress.

 

“Oh my bad.” The blonde in the green dress plastered a bright smile on her face.

 

“It is,” Alexa said.

 

Tono slipped off the stool and straightened the hem of the crisp white shirt he wore. Damn, he looked good. The women parted to accommodate his long, lean frame. He cupped Alexa's cheek, tilted her head, and dropped his mouth to hers.

 

His lips were cool and firm as they moved over hers. Alexa flattened her palms against his chest, yielding to the passion and desire in his kiss. He threaded his fingers through her hair, moving her head to give him better access to her mouth.

 

“Don’t worry, querida. She’s just jealous she can’t have me and you can,” he murmured against her lips. “Go clean up a bit and then we’ll get you out that dress.” He straightened and chuckled as the blonde huffed and stomped away.

 

“Are you sure about this?” She held his gaze.

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