Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“And that’s your only reason for turning me down?”
Alejandro shoved the stage door open. It collided with the wall, echoing across the stage as he strode inside. He had the distinct impression he’d interrupted something.
In the middle, Shanna stood wearing the corset, garters, and thong he’d sent her—and looking every bit as drop-dead sexy as he’d known she would. Though his dick was already hard at the thought of being inside her, this outfit added to the red blood cell count below his waist.
But the righteous anger on her face made him pause. Especially when he saw Del two feet away, hunched over, clutching his balls and glaring at her.
What the hell?
“She’s got a mean knee, man.”
“He’s got the disposition of a manwhore.”
Anger crashed into Alejandro with the same impact as driving a hundred miles an hour straight into a brick wall. “You made a move on her?”
“Yes!” Shanna shouted.
Del tried to stand up straight and shrug. “You said she had a habit of switching dance partners. I wondered if that extended to sex. She swore you two had nothing going. If that’s true, why would she kick me?”
Then his friend did something bizarre. He winked.
Ali frowned…until everything started falling into place. Del had been testing her. If Shanna didn’t care a thing about him, Alejandro knew she would have gone for Del. Women did—in droves. Shanna had been turned on by him watching her just days ago. Why not follow through?
Ali suspected that the only reason Shanna had kneed his pal was because whatever feelings she had developed between them since their last scene together were stronger than she wanted to admit. And Del had pissed her off.
Suddenly, Ali resisted the urge to smile. Hope curled in his belly, warmed his heart, made his dick even stiffer. He’d test his theory tonight.
“We have no time to argue. Let us start this party. Del, show the crowd in. Security tells me they are lined up down the hallway. Shanna, turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
With a nod, Del turned and headed for the door.
No surprise, Shanna hesitated at his command. She’d assumed he would be angry that Del made a pass at her. She’d assumed Ali would behave possessively. If he hadn’t known Del for years and hadn’t known quite well how his friend’s mind worked, Ali would have been.
Instead, he intended to enjoy the fireworks between he and Shanna before he got to the bottom of whatever was in her heart. Del was just helping him along.
“Is there a problem?” he asked. “People will begin filing in soon. We should be in position.”
“Fine.” She presented him with her back.
What a luscious view! Feminine shoulders tapered down to a narrow, red-corseted back. The black thong bisected a firm, feminine ass he’d fantasized about fucking. Those garters and black thigh-high stockings hugging the toned curves of her legs damn near had him on his knees.
And if he played his cards right, she would be all his.
Forcing his stare back to her wrists crossed at the small of her back, Ali grabbed them. With a flick and two quick clicks, he secured her in handcuffs.
She whirled on him, murder in her eyes. “What the hell are you doing? Unlatch these! I didn’t sign up for this. We didn’t discuss—”
Ali cut off her tirade by cupping her nape and covering her mouth with his. She struggled…for a moment. Then he swept inside her mouth, tunneled his hands in her hair, and kissed her as if his very life depended on it.
She melted.
With a gentle nip and a soothing kiss to cover the sting, he pulled back and whispered, “We have an audience.”
Releasing her, Ali walked a half circle around her and cozied up to her back, letting her feel the heat of his body and his erection. She gasped.
The curve of her neck beckoned, and he trailed his lips up the graceful line and soft skin.
Briefly, he opened his eyes and discovered at least twenty-five people in the room—and more filing in. Perfect. Maybe they would catch the asshole tonight.
Then he put everything out of his mind—except Shanna.
He started at her shoulders, but his hands seemed to develop a mind of their own. Down they plunged, right over the curves of her breasts, pushed up by the tight corset. But having those nipples covered wasn’t going to do.
In a few seconds, Alejandro brushed through the little fastenings holding the garment together. It fell to the stage in a boned rustle of fabric.
Men groaned in the audience as he bared her breasts to them. Shanna tensed. Ali could feel her shivering. Cold? He didn’t think so. Nerves? Maybe. Excitement. Definitely. He could smell a hint of her arousal.
Eagerly, he reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. She writhed, wriggling her ass against his cock.