Bad Boys in Black Tie by Lori Foster & Erin McCarthy & Morgan Leigh

Author:Lori Foster & Erin McCarthy & Morgan Leigh [Foster, Lori & Mccarthy, Erin & Leigh, Morgan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Contemporary, Romance, Anthologies, Humour
ISBN: 9780758207746
Amazon: 0758207751
Goodreads: 31442
Publisher: Brava
Published: 2004-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

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Five

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What felt like half an hour later, Wyatt had her panties back on her and CJ was aroused all over again, wet and limp as a noodle.

Lying on her back on the couch, she groaned when he stood up and said, "Now we'll put your bra back on."

"Maybe we don't need to put my clothes back on." She resisted when Wyatt tried to tug her up into a sitting position. She didn't want to move. Ever again.

He came at her with the black lace bra.

"Oh, no, you don't." Trying to wiggle away, she let out a grunt when he grabbed her.

"I'm serious, Maddock. I'll put the bra on myself." She shot him a warning look, but he didn't see it with his head buried between her breasts.

"Why are you so stubborn?" he murmured, between dropping wet kisses left and right.

"Because I don't want you putting my bra on me. It's weird." And intimate. She needed to steer clear of intimate or she was going to be in trouble.

But he was already slipping the armholes of the bra over her, sliding the sheer lace up, while kissing her neck. She was profoundly disappointed that her nipples were covered, but resigned to his stubbornness outlasting hers, she turned so he could hook the back.

Wyatt's fingers fumbled. "These things are harder to put on than get off." He gave a final tug. "There."

CJ turned back to him, caught between wanting to laugh and whimper in pain. "Obviously."

His eyes bugged out. "What the hell?"

CJ did manage a laugh before she grabbed the bottom of the bra and yanked it down. It wasn't doing a thing cutting across the middle of each of her breasts. "You sort of need to lift them into the bra."

"Oh. Sorry." Wyatt studied her chest, confusion clearing, desire sparking. "I'd be good at that."

Help her. She smothered a laugh and swatted his hands away. "Be quiet and take your pants off."

He grinned back. "Bossy, aren't you? But for some weird-ass reason I don't mind." He stood up and dropped his pants to the floor with one push, then stepped out of them.

"You mind at work." CJ tried not to look at his thighs and that big bump in his boxer shorts, but she wasn't having much luck.

"We're not at work. Order me around all you want."

"Really?" That brought her attention to his face.

"Sure, why not? You wore the dress. I can be submissive, too."

Hah. That was a joke. Wyatt would never be even close to submissive. More likely he'd charm her into thinking he was complying, when really he was getting his way all along.

Reaching for the final buttons still holding his shirt together, she said, "Nah. I don't want to order you around. But the next time I tell you 'don't stop,' I expect you to keep going, alright?"

She had the buttons undone and was bending over him.

Wyatt sucked in hard. "Keep going. Got it."

CJ ran her fingers over his hard, warm chest, feeling the

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