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Authors: Lora Leigh
She watched a small flock of ducks waddle across the grassy bank and slip into the
cool water. Their lazy quacks and playful antics in the water brought a smile to her face.
Once, a long time ago, she would have followed them. She would have splashed in the
water and dared anyone to deny her the pleasure of it.
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Now, she hid her pleasures, kept them in the dark and allowed them out only
under the strictest circumstances. She could tell Lucian and Dev were not going to allow
her to decide where and when those desires came out. Or how they would be played.
“Still pouting?” Dev’s dark voice had her jerking in response, her head swinging
around as he stepped into the sheltered gazebo and took a seat across from her. His legs
took up most of the space; his big body seemed to fill the small open building to
capacity.
“I never pout,” she informed him with a patient little smile. She wished she felt as
patient as she forced herself to appear. “I was merely enjoying the peace.”
A peace she was certain was gone for good now. Dev Conover looked like your
typical bad boy. From his overly long jet-black hair to his intense green eyes and hard
body, he was every woman’s ideal of carnal pleasure. He was the dark to Lucian’s light,
as different physically from his brother as you could get. But she had a feeling that
inside, where it counted, they were too damned much alike.
He watched her intently, leaning back against the bench, his arms stretched out
along the back of it as amusement tilted the corners of his lips.
“I had you pegged as the Dragon Lady,” he finally mused quietly. “I expected you
to come out with claws drawn, not to see you run away as though afraid of the two of
us.”
She lifted her brow mockingly, despite the fact he had described exactly what she
had done.
“Devril, really,” she said, shaking her head. “Some things are worth drawing claws
over. Others aren’t really worth the time. Perhaps you and Lucian fall into that latter
category.”
“Perhaps?” That demonically sexy quirk of his lips made her mouth water.
She breathed in deeply, refraining from rolling her eyes, though resisting the urge
was a test of her patience. No matter how sexy he was, he was infuriating as hell.
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“Fishing for compliments, Dev?” She fought to keep her voice calm, modulated. It
wouldn’t do to let him sense any weakness. Like Lucian, he would pounce on it
immediately. “You’ll need to bring better bait next time.” She lifted her brow in
mocking amusement as she glanced at his lap insultingly before looking away. No way
in hell would she admit that bulge was more than outstanding.
He was silent for long moments. Just long enough for her to grow comfortable with
the sounds of summer that filled the hidden spot. Soothing, relaxing, she found comfort
here more than any other place she knew of.
“Have you ever had sex in public?” he finally asked her with devilish amusement.
She glanced at him mockingly. “Of course I have. I’ve grown out of the urge to
tempt a charge of public indecency, though. As you should have.”
His eyes were assessing and filled with an outright challenge.
“Hmm. Maybe.” His lips tilted into a sexually knowing grin. “But isn’t that all a
part of the fun?” He lowered his arms from the bench and braced his elbows on his
knees. Leaning forward as he was now, he was much too close to her; the small gazebo
seemed filled with him, the sexual tension heightening unbearably.
Hard, calloused hands settled on the sides of her knees, his thumbs smoothing over
the sensitive, silk-covered flesh. Tally’s gaze fell to those large, competent hands. It was
much too easy to imagine them on her skin.
“I want to fuck you, Tally. So bad it’s like a hunger. You’ve flitted around and
teased us for a year, determined to control every step of this little dance we’ve been
involved in. Haven’t you learned yet? There’s no control here.”
Tally narrowed her eyes at the challenge. Drawing in a slow, deep breath, she
leaned forward, noticing rather smugly the small flare of surprise in his gaze as her
hands ran up his arms, her nails dragging over the hard, muscular flesh of his biceps.
She felt him tighten, his knees shifting as he moved forward, enclosing her legs within
his as she stared back at him.
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“There’s always control.” She blew a soft breath over his lips as they parted, only
slightly. “It all depends on the control you’re seeking.”
Her hands moved from his shoulders to the buttons of his shirt. She undid the first,
then the second, spreading the material enough to allow her hands to lay flush against
the heat of his chest.
The glitter of battle entered his eyes then. “You could be biting off more than you
can chew, kitten,” he whispered as her nails flexed against the hard muscle beneath
them. “I’m not the least bit afraid of an indecency charge.”
He wouldn’t be, she thought silently. But as she had told him, it was all in who
controlled it and how.
She leaned closer, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips, but glancing his lower one
instead as his gaze sharpened with sexual heat.
“Would you give up control, Devril?” she asked him as his hands moved to her
waist, his fingers gripping her lightly. “Would you allow me to do whatever I wished,
whenever I wished?”
All she needed was the promise. She leaned forward a bit more, her teeth catching
the temptation of his lip and nipping at it gently.
His hands tightened further.
“How much pleasure can you take, Dev, before
your
control breaks?”
Her hands slid down his chest, nails rasping as his eyes suddenly narrowed. There
was no warning. There was no teasing, no asking permission. Before she could evade
him he had her across his lap, one hand tangled in the long strands of her hair, tilting
her head back as his lips claimed hers.
He devoured her. His tongue pressed past her lips as the sharp flare of heat at her
scalp had her gasping in pleasure. It was so decadent, the thrill she received from hard
fingers gripping and pulling at her hair as his lips moved expertly, heatedly over hers.
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There were kisses and then there was a conquering. This kiss conquered. His
tongue opened her lips, pressed forward and claimed her mouth as though it were
created for him alone. And her mouth was in ready agreement.
A moan tore from her throat as fierce, alternating sensations swept through her
body; the dominance of his lips and tongue taking what he wanted, his hands, one
tangled in her long hair, the other splayed against her lower back as he held her close in
his grip, the heat of his chest, his cock, hard and insistent beneath her ass. She wiggled
against the heavy erection, thrilling to the hard male groan that vibrated against her
lips.
Had she thought he had control? Of her, perhaps, but not of his desires. His lips
ravaged hers, but they didn’t mind. His tongue tangled with hers in a masterful stroke,
but it had no objections. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands holding tight,
her nails digging into his back as she fought to maintain her own control, but she could
feel her senses scattering beneath his kiss.
The hand at her back moved, swept over the curve of her ass, down her thigh to the
hem of her skirt.
“Son, you go much further and we might have a problem here.”
Tally froze at the amused voice. Her eyes flew open in horror as Dev’s head raised
slowly. Lust and heated demand filled his eyes, but the smug curve of his lips spoke for
itself.
“Oh. You…” She jumped from his lap, slapping at his hands as they reached out to
steady her when she stumbled.
Shame coursed through her as she stared at the park official standing several feet
from the gazebo. He had that look of indulgence that other men gave each other. A
smirk that made her want to rip their faces from their heads and feed their dicks to the
dogs. Infuriating.
“Now, Tally.” The amusement in Devril’s voice was like gas to a fire.
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Narrowing her eyes furiously, she ignored the guard. Leaning forward, her hand
fisted in Devril’s hair, her lips lowered to his as though in a surge of lust as her knee
came down between his thighs.
Her lips were a breath from his when she exerted just the right amount of pressure
on the tender, sensitive scrotum just below her kneecap. His eyes widened, his face
paling ever so slightly as the guard chuckled behind them.
“Uhh, Tally,” he said hesitantly. “Do you know where your knee is?”
“Ohh baby,” she drawled with seductively heat. “Of course I know where my knee
is. Remember, darling, no pain, no gain. Are you sure you want to continue to tempt me
in such a way?” She increased the pressure by the slightest degree, watching him
swallow tightly.
He cleared his throat, his green eyes watching her cautiously. “Think of all the fun
you could miss out on later.”
She watched him wince as she leaned in more, knowing the pinching pressure he
would be feeling now.
“There’s such a fine line between pleasure and pain,” she told him, keeping her
smile intentionally innocent. “Shall we see where your line is drawn, Dev?”
Small beads of sweat stood out on his brow, but his eyes glittered with an amused
knowledge of his defeat.
“I surrender.” He held his hands out from her, his thighs tight, his body drawn in
anticipation of the pain to come.
She leaned down, gave that tempting, full lower lip a quick little bite before moving
back from him calmly.
“You’re so easy.” She sighed regretfully. “Too bad. I had hoped for more of a
challenge.”
Still ignoring the park official, she pulled the tattered remains of her pride around
her. She shrugged her shoulders, adjusted her shirt and smoothed the slight creases
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from the silk covering her hips before she gave both men a disdainful look and marched
from the gazebo.
“Tally, Lucian asked me to find out where the Gallagher file was. He was searching
for it when I left.” Dev’s amused voice brought her to a halt.
She turned carefully, keeping her expression blank as she stared back at him,
fighting to control the fury rising inside her.
“In hell. Where he can go,” she suggested sweetly before turning on her heel and
heading back to the office.
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“Stay the hell out of my files!” Tally slapped the Gallagher file on Lucian’s desk,
right in front of his face.
He swiveled the chair around to face her, looking up at her broodingly. His thick,
almost white, blond hair fell over his brow, lust glittering in his eyes.
“Don’t you even think about it,” she warned him, unable to still the harsh anger
that pulsed in her voice. “If you touch me, I promise you’ll regret it.”
He leaned back in his chair, watching her with narrowed eyes.
“This is an office,” she told him with cold disdain. “A place of business. This is not
an orgy palace, nor is it your own personal fuck central. I will not be molested here on a
daily basis.”
“I own the damned place,” he snarled back at her. “If I want to fuck in it, then I’ll
do it
on a daily basis
, Tally.”
“Not with me.” She bared her teeth at him, her fists clenching with the need for the
action. “I am not some weak-kneed office bimbo who’s going to spread out on your
desk for your pleasure. I am a professional, Lucian, and I expect to be treated as such.”
He rose slowly to his feet. She should have felt intimidated, instead she felt
enraged.
“I never act in any other manner while conducting business,” he reminded her, his
soft voice in no way disguising his anger.
“While we’re in this office…”
“Tally.” He never raised his voice, but the sharp edge had her brows lowering in
growing anger. “This is my office. You’re my woman. While no longer conducting
business, if I want to fuck the hell out of you, then it’s my choice and my prerogative.”
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“Oh, is it now?” She crossed her arms carefully beneath her breasts. “And exactly
who decided I was
your
woman?”
He smiled slowly. “Our woman,” he said, his voice dark and confident as he leaned
closer. “Don’t doubt it, Tally. I know who you just came from. I know how hot you
burned in his arms and I know damned good and well you would burn the same in
mine. The pain in my balls was well worth the experience. So never doubt you haven’t
been claimed.”