Book Title: Trust (Night Calls #4)
Author: J.C. Valentine
Genre: Contemporary Romance - Novella
Release Date:Feb 14, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of erotic tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own. Brandi Salazar lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.
“Lucy, I’m home!” he called out in his
best Ricky Ricardo impression. Dropping his tote by the door, Felix kicked off
his shoes and hung his jacket on the peg nailed to the wall. He heard rustling
in the kitchen and headed in that direction. “Hey, kitten, didn’t you
hear…me…calling? What is all of this?”
Pausing in the doorway, Felix soaked in
his surroundings. The kitchen was lit by candles. Dozens of candles. They were
everywhere. Clustered in the middle of the small table in the corner, dotting
the countertops, on the shelf over the stove alongside jars of spices. Not that
he was complaining. The soft, ambient glow made Poppy’s exposed ass look plump
and firm.
“Shit, baby, the maid’s uniform? Are you
trying to give me a heart attack?” There really wasn’t much to it. There was
the black cap with the white ruffles pinned to her hair, a mind-bogglingly
short dress made of the same black and white material, and a pair of heels so
tall he couldn’t process how she even began to walk in them.
She was stirring a pot of something on
the stove when he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and
burying his face in the side of her neck. “Smells good,” he said against her
skin, his lips slowly caressing her.
“This is the dessert. Homemade vanilla
pudding. Dinner is on the table.”
It
was? He’d missed it
completely. But could he really be blamed? With Poppy standing there in nothing
but a dress that exposed every part of her worth exposing, he wasn’t left with
much of an attention span. “Mmm, I think I’ll have my dessert first.” His hand
slid up to cup her breast, which was spilling over the cups of the dress, while
the other went in the opposite direction.
A moan ripped out of him as his fingers
met her hot, wet flesh. “Shit,” he grunted, resting his forehead against her
shoulder. He had barely touched her and he was about to lose control. He needed
to calm down.
Laying the spoon she was using to stir
the pudding down, Poppy shut off the stove and turned in his arms. When she
lifted her arms to wrap them around his shoulders, his hands met the naked,
round globes of her very fine ass and he couldn’t resist pressing her up
against him.
“I was hoping you would say that.” It
took a moment for Felix to catch up and realize that she was talking about his
comment to skipping dinner and going straight for dessert. Taking him by the
hand, she tugged on his arm. “Come with me. I have something I want to show
you.”
If it had anything to do with what was
happening under that dress—which left absolutely nothing to the imagination—then
he was all for it. The angels must have been smiling on him, because whatever
it was she wanted to show him involved following her upstairs, giving him the
perfect view of his most favorite parts of her. “Again, are you trying to kill
me?” he asked as she led him into their bedroom.
“Death is not what I had in mind for
tonight.”
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