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Something Wet

By

Lyric James

Something Wet

Copyright 2012 Lyric James

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Table Of Contents

Something Wet
Bonus Excerpt: Lover’s Revenge
Coming Soon: Up All Night
About Lyric James

Beach House Nights Book #2

Something Wet

Violet Tanner had the shittiest week ever.

She was demoted at work, her apartment got
flooded, and the guy she’s dating sends her an
email to tell her he needs some space. When she
gets an invite from one of her closest friends to a
party at her beach house, her quick RSVP leaves
her computer smoking.

Things start to look up when hottie Logan

McMasters arrives. She’s lusted after the ex-pro
ball player for years. She’s determined to have
her weekend end on a hot and sexy note and
stops at nothing less than full-on seduction to get
her man. Before the night is over, Logan is going
to know what it means to experience something
hot, something spicy, and something wet.

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“Has anyone seen, Dayna?” Violet Tan-

ner asked as she stuck a marshmallow on the end
of an old iron hanger she took from the house.

“The last time I saw her she was walking

down the beach with Jared,” her friend, Stella,
told her when she sat next to her on the beach
towel she’d spread out on the sand.

Violet lifted her brow. “Jared? Jared

Stephens? Seriously?”

“Yep.” She thumbed toward the other end

of the house where the beach turned into a jetty
after a couple of acres. “They went that way.”

Violet glanced over her shoulder toward

the ocean and watched the waves whisper over
the sand. A gust of wind shifted the almost white
dust around the half-washed away castle some of

them had made earlier. “I wonder what the heck
he’s doing here. I thought she wasn’t going to in-
vite any of Anthony’s friends.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Stella leaned

forward to place the end of her stick near the
blazing heat of the bonfire. Her marshmallow
began to crackle and blacken. “I did too. I don’t
know what happened.”

Violet pulled her hanger back and blew

on her sweet, gooey treat as smoke sifted up.
“Wow. I hope she’s all right. The last thing she
needs are any memories of that awful night.”

“No kidding,” her friend agreed. “But if

you ask me, I think he’s here for something else.”

It was dusk, and even though heat bil-

lowed from the blazing fire, the ocean waves car-
ried a nice breeze over the beach. The sea salt air
almost masked the acrid smell of burning wood.

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With her thumb and index finger, she took a
small piece of the gooey marshmallow and put it
her mouth. A mixture of hard and soft sugar burst
over her tongue. “What do you mean?”

“He likes her.”
As she pulled her finger out of her mouth,

she glanced up to find Logan McMaster’s staring
at her. She stared back and released the digit
slowly and seductively over her bottom lip and
smiled. “Who?”

He smiled back.
“Jared.”
“Here, hold this,” she said, standing and

gave her hanger to Stella. Never taking her eyes
off Logan, she grabbed the bottom of her tank top
and yanked it up and over her head. Underneath
she wore a skimpy white bathing suit halter with
sheer horizontal stripes.

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His gaze lowered to her breasts, and his

tongue wet his bottom lip.

She grinned.
Stella said, “I’ve seen the way he watches

her when he thinks no one is looking. He’s got it
bad.”

She swiveled around and gave her friend

an incredulous stare. “What a minute. What?
Logan likes Dayna?” A whip of hurt clogged her
throat. Dayna and Logan had gone to college to-
gether, but as far she knew had never dated or
even been attracted to each other. They’d taken a
couple of classes together and had remained
friends even after Logan had gone on to play pro-
fessional football.

“Will you stop performing your sneaky

little strip tease and pay attention? No. Jared
likes Dayna.” Stella’s gaze roamed the camp fire

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until it landed on Logan. “Logan McMasters only
has eyes for you tonight.”

Air whooshed from Violet’s throat. She

sat down slowly even though a zany mass of flut-
ters began in her belly. “Do you think so? I’ve
been trying to get his attention all day.”

Stella nodded in his direction and

smirked. “Oh, you’ve got his attention all right.”

Violet stretched her legs out in front of

her and crossed them at the ankles. Then combed
her fingers through her shoulder-length hair and
shook it out behind her. “Excellent.”

Stella laughed and said, “You need to get

your mind out the gutter. How was work this
week?”

“Oh God, please don’t ask.” She covered

her face with her arm. “You’re ruining my
mood.”

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“Uh oh… What happened?”
She dropped her hands in her lap. “I got

demoted. That’s what happened.”

“What?”
Violet’s gaze followed Logan as he stood

and moved closer Ian, their mutual friend who
had the hots for Stella. He’d surprisingly con-
vinced Stella to join them on the beach instead of
prowling around in the attic looking for antiques.
“Yeah. The firm decided to cut back. The eco-
nomy sucks. Instead of being the Lead Financial
Analyst, I’m back to being a plan old Analyst
now. I lost my office, that nice fat raise I got last
year, and my free cell phone.”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. That sucks.”
Violet held her right hand up, palm out,

fingers spread. “But that doesn’t end my shitty
week from hell. Wednesday, John e-mailed

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me…e-mailed me. He didn’t even have the de-
cency to tell me to my face.”

“Oh no. This doesn’t sound good.”
“He told me he needed some space.

Space. Can you believe it? Damn it.” She waved
her arms around her in a wide arc. “The world is
full of freaking space. All you have to do is walk
the hell outside.”

“That jerk.”
Leaning back on her hands, Violet

gripped the sand in her fingers. “Jerk is not a
strong enough word for him. But wait. To top
that all off, yesterday I get home to my apartment
and the asshole above me left his water running
all day, flooded his apartment, and it leaked
down into mine.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

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She tilted her legs from left to right and

slid a bare foot up the side of her leg and back
down to the ankle. Logan was still watching her.
She considered taking off her shorts too. “The
only good thing, it just messed up my bathroom,
nothing else, but still. Everything in there, my
towels, my toiletries, all ruined. I can’t even use
it. When I got Dayna’s invitation, I responded so
fast I thought I saw my computer start to smoke.”

“A weekend away is definitely what you

need.”

“Dayna’s invite came right on time. I was

about to start spazzing out. Hopefully by the time
I get back they’ve cleaned and cleared it all out.
My renter’s insurance is going to replace
everything that I lost. So that’s something.”

“It is.”

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“The only good thing for sure.” Well, not

the only thing, she thought as her gaze traveled
back across the fire to Logan. When he’d walked
in the door thirty minutes after she did earlier
today, she knew her weekend was looking up.

She was minus her promotion, minus a

working bathroom at her apartment, and minus a
man. Maybe she could add some dick in her life
this weekend.

Logan’s dick, she thought and grinned.

Crude, she knew, but hey, it was what she
wanted.

When she’d arrived and gone to the room

Dayna assigned her to sleep in, she’d lain out
everything she’d brought with her and smiled.
All the skimpy bathing suits she’d purchased at
an end of summer sale last September were def-
initely going to come in handy. The one she had

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on now was the second she’d worn that day. A
one-piece peach suit that plunged in the front and
back and looked incredible against her skin had
been what she’d worn while they were swimming
in the pool earlier. But after she’d showered and
changed, she’d put on the white.

Operation: Seduce Logan McMasters was

moving fast, forward and ahead. Violet watched
him all day, caught glimpses of him as she
paraded around, bending over, and doing
everything she could think of to focus all his at-
tention on her. Hopefully it was working, be-
cause before the night was over, she planned to
have him in her bed, by the pool, and any other
place she could think of. When she went home
tomorrow morning, what’s-his-face would only
be a distant memory.

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She stood, grabbing the shirt she’d pulled

off earlier. “I’m going for a walk,” she said to
Stella, and trailed a path along the shore, heading
away from the beach house, the wet sand sticking
to her bare feet.

Her hope… Logan would follow.
Ahead, streamers of seaweed rolled in the

surf. The company that rented colorful loungers
and chairs with overhead umbrellas were loading
up their equipment to sale again the next day.
The beach was empty except for the group she
was with, but she still heard snatches of conver-
sation and music carried on the wind from the
other houses.

“Would you like some company?” The

deep, sexy drawl came from behind her.

Yes.

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Violet pivoted around and walked back-

wards across the sand, a soft smile on her face
when he approached her. An inner core of deli-
cious heat thrummed through her.

The man was gorgeous with chestnut hair

and liquid caramel eyes. He had on a sexy black
wife-beater and khaki cargo shorts, no shoes.
Muscles abounded and even though he wasn’t a
star cornerback anymore, he still regularly
worked out to keep his body rock hard. Of
course, why wouldn’t he since he now owned
about thirty 24-hour gyms across greater Florida.

“Are you following me?” she asked with

a hint of tease, but with a confident edge in her
voice. Her plan worked. Now, she had to figure
out just how far her seduction needed to go so
she could actually feel that rock-hard body
against hers tonight.

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“Do you mind?”
Violet shook her head. “Nope.”
Logan’s gaze traveled down to her feet

and back up again. When his eyes reached her
face, she asked, “You like what you see?”

He nodded. “Oh yeah.”
She turned and barely refrained from

squealing with excitement, and continued to walk
down the beach.

He came up beside her. “Did I hear you

say you got demoted?”

Boy, he’d really been paying attention.

“Yes. Please don’t remind me.”

Logan lightly bumped his shoulder

against hers, and a searing sliver of heat swept
down her arm. “I only wanted to say I was sorry
to hear it, that’s all. We can move on to a much

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happier conversation if you want. Like the fact
that you don’t have a man anymore.”

“Oh. You heard that too, huh?” She

smiled up at him and was astounded by the deep
voraciousness in his gaze. “And why, pray tell, is
that a happy conversation?”

He stopped her and brought her around to

face him, pulling her close as his palms traveled
down her arms to her hands. “Because I’ve been
waiting a while for you to be free.”

His touch, like a spark of dynamite,

sizzled fiercely against her skin. Did he just say
what she thought she heard? He wanted her?
“Have you now?” Violet played spider up his left
arm until she reached the bunched muscles of his
shoulder. She brushed her hands over the warm
tensile beauty of his ripped chest and moved

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lower to the expanse of his tight flat belly and
slid her fingers under his shirt.

“Yes, I have. That punk didn’t deserve

you. Especially after the way he ended it.”

“Oh.” She dropped her hand. “You heard

that too,” she said, glancing down blankly at her
fingernails.

Logan cupped her under the chin, lifting

her gaze to his. “Hey. I’m glad he did.”

Violet’s gaze went high over his left

shoulder, and she tucked her hair behind her ear.
Even though it gave her the freedom to be here
with Logan, being dumped still burned. “Why is
that?”

The sky, lit up with stars that sparkled

like diamonds and she watched the change in his
eyes, saw his irises darken to a richer hue that
took her breath away. Her heartbeat quickened

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from anticipation, or fear, she wasn’t sure which.
Something hot drifted through her body. So-
mething wet pooled in the aching area between
her legs, and she wanted to lose herself in his
deep, chocolate gaze.

Logan reached up and brushed his

knuckles down her cheek, over her bottom lip.
He leaned forward, his breath a whisper over her
skin. “So I can do this.”

He kissed her.
At first, she didn’t believe it was happen-

ing. A feeling of incredulity coasted around in-
side her when his tongue slid into her mouth, his
teeth nipped at her bottom lip. He took his time
and coaxed a response from her as he captured
her essence.

Then she remembered what this weekend

was about. Seducing Logan McMasters. And lost

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herself in the kiss. Instinctively, she lifted her
arms and wrapped them around his neck, clutch-
ing fistfuls of his silky hair between her fingers.
His mouth was tender one moment, boldly erotic
the next.

Violet pressed her body forward, and he

moaned as he lowered his hands to the swell of
her butt and squeezed. Fierce pleasure careened
through her when the hint of his arousal pressed
against her stomach. It made her heart swell to
know he burned with the same wicked desire she
felt for him.

He gentled his touch and tantalized her

tongue, sucking it into the hot cavern of his
mouth. “And the bathing suit you had on earli-
er… God, if there hadn’t been anyone around I
would have ripped it from your body right there
in the pool.”

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This was what she wanted. She grinded

against him, snaking her leg up the side of his
and wrapping it around his thigh. Her plan had
actually worked. Logan McMasters was hers. For
one night, he belonged to her.

“But I like this one better,” he murmured

and delivered a series of mind-numbing kisses
along her neck and shoulder. “It shows just
enough to make me want to see more.”

The lips of her pussy pulsed with need,

every nerve ending alive as he dipped his hand
beneath the seam of her shorts, inside her bikini
bottom and caressed her. Wet heat dripped out as
the friction of his shorts and his bulging erection
moved against her.

Logan’s tongue swept back into the moist

recess of her mouth as need hammered inside
her. A word of warning whispered somewhere in

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the back of her mind, but desire swept through
her, intense and molten, silencing the forewarn-
ing and leaving nothing but staggering awareness
in its wake. He tangled his fingers in her hair and
titled her head back, finding her neck again.

Violet made a soft, keening noise in the

back of her throat, gripped the bulging muscles
of his arms and struggled to maintain her footing
on the shifting ground.

Logan lowered her to the sand and rolled

his body until he covered hers, the surface soft
against her back, and a warm breeze caressed her
skin. For one long moment, everything caught
and held. Her breathing seized. His gaze locked
on her face. The sea-salt air charged and pulsed
around them, saturated with anticipation. He
ground against her as if he were already inside
her. Her hips lifted, wishing he were. His chin

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scraped the swell of her breast, and she struggled
for breath, loving the feel of his stubble on her
heated skin. Finding her breasts, he fondled them
with enough pressure to make her writhe for
more.

She’d always known it would be like this

between them. For years, she wondered if the
powerful dominance he exhibited on the football
field became formidable sexual prowess in bed.

He clutched the edge of the suit over her

right breast, lifted it and exposed her nipple, then
dipped to pull it between his lips. When he gently
bit down, it was both pleasure and pain. As his
mouth closed over her nipple and he suckled with
hard pulls, tremors of pleasure rippled across her
skin.

Shuddering as his fingers skimmed down

her body, she bowed her back when he slid his

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hands between her legs, cupping her, rubbing the
fabric of her bathing suit against the heat of her
desire.

“I need these off,” he said, tugging her

shorts and the panty of her suit over her hips and
down her legs. Kneeling between her parted
thighs, he stared down at her. “What a beautiful
pussy,” he said and coasted his thumb over the
hard nub of her clit.

Every time she’d been around the man,

even when she’d been in a relationship with
someone else, she’d wondered what it would be
like to have sex with him. Now, she knew. Hun-
ger glared in his eyes. The knowledge he desired
her, wanted to taste her, produced a carnal, needy
groan that escaped from her throat and had her
lifting her hips wanting more, craving his touch,
craving his mouth.

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Logan darted his tongue over his lips. “I

wonder what the flavor is,” he said before lower-
ing his head.

A moan pulled from her as his hands

brushed over her trembling thighs as he gently
parted her folds. He began at the very top and
moved deliciously downward and back up again
with a tantalizing lick.

“Please Logan…”
She drew in a sharp intake of air when he

drew her clit inside his hot mouth, sucking, teas-
ing. The skilled sweep of his tongue slowly built
up friction, darting back and forth over her.

“So sweet,” he murmured and continued

to lick.

Loving the way he pleasured her, she

squirmed uncontrollably. Her restless hands

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found his head, and she scraped her fingernails
across his scalp. “That feels so good. Oh, yes!”

He continued to lick and suck, tug and nip

at her, sliding his tongue up and down her wet
crevice. When he stopped and slid a finger inside,
she almost flew off the soft dry sand. In and out
he curled his finger between her legs. She was so
wet she felt her juices slide between the crease of
her ass. Violet groaned and squeezed her legs to-
gether, capturing his head. It didn’t stop him. He
delved deeper, licked harder, impelled first one,
then two fingers inside.

The magnitude of her orgasm matched the

crashing waves that swallowed the beach. A
rising tide of passion dragged her under and stole
her breath. She thought she might die of bliss as
wave after wave swamped her, pulling her under.

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He sat up on his knees, evidence of her

release on his lips and chin. It made her smile,
and she wanted to return the favor. In one swift
move, she hooked her leg around his waist and
tumbled him backward onto the sand. He landed
with an oomph, but grinned when she straddled
him.

“Damn, woman. What was that?”
“I work out too,” she said, smiling at him.
Lying back, he crossed his arms behind

his head. “At one of my gyms, I hope.”

She trailed a French manicured nail down

the middle of his chest, gripped the waistband of
his shorts and tugged them down and over his
hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear. “Maybe.”

She did, actually, own a membership to

one of his clubs, and used it regularly to exercise
and stay in shape.

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“The monthly membership is very afford-

able,” he said on a hiss as she curled her fingers
snugly around the base of his thick shaft and
began to stroke. She wet her lips, lips that would
soon be wrapped around him. The thought of it
aroused her more than she already was.

“Damn. What are you doing to me?”
Violet swiped her thumb over the tip,

smoothing the wetness that oozed from the tip of
his cock. “Hopefully something you like.”

Logan muttered through clenched teeth,

“Like is not a strong enough word.”

Gripping firmer, stroking harder, she

leaned forward and ran her tongue over the
darkened tip. He was salty and sweet and thor-
oughly delicious.

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He grasped a handful of her hair when she

gently eased her mouth over his cock. “Shit,” he
moaned.

Slowly, she swirled her tongue down his

thickness, around and around, before coming up
again to kiss the tip. Covering just the head, she
sucked harder, allowing his cock to come out of
her mouth over and over with a popping noise.
Each time she’d twine her tongue around the
shaft. She opened her lips wider and sank all the
way down until the tip of his cock touched the
back of her throat. Closing her mouth around
him, she sucked and licked, cupped his sac in her
hand and squeezed. His balls were large and tight
with need, yet the flesh covering them was soft
and very sensitive, judging by the groans coming
from his mouth.

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Logan jerked upward. “Fuck, that feels

good.”

One hand cupped his sac, while the other

slid around his cock. She twisted her tongue
around his shaft, and smoothed her mouth over
him, tasting his essence.

“Oh my god, don’t stop. Please don’t

stop.” He arched into the sexual heat of her
mouth, and she glanced up to find his eyes
closed, his face taut with pleasure.

She pulled her mouth away. “Watch me,

Logan. Watch me taste you.”

Logan rose up to lean on his hands, and

his heated gaze locked with hers and she loved
the fact he seemed mesmerized, watching her
lower her mouth back to his cock and take it
deeper, her free hand massaging his balls.

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Another groan rumbled from his chest as

he fucked her mouth and watched her slide his
cock back and forth between her lips. She stroked
hard, sucked long and deep, over and over until
he was flat on his back again, pumping wildly
with the need to release.

His pleasured cry rent the air as he

thickened and hardened even more than he
already was. “No,” he groaned, pushing her head
away. “I want to be inside you. Logan scrambled
to his pants for his wallet and pulled out a con-
dom. Within seconds he’d sheathed himself and
tugged her beneath him.

With his knee, he urged her legs apart.

“You’re making me crazy.”

“That was the idea,” she said, lifting her

legs and placing them on his shoulders.

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He palmed his cock and massaged it. Tak-

ing the tip, he rubbed it between the slit of her
glistening pussy lips.

“Damn, you’re wet.”
Squirming, she lifted her hips. “And

ready.”

He buried himself inside on a needy

moan. “Oh yes.”

Violet tilted her hips upward, bringing

him even deeper.

“Oh, god,” he groaned, a husky murmur

of approval.

“Fuck me, Logan. Fast. Don’t stop.”
And he did. He thrust his body forward

again and again, in a wild frenzy of passionate
hunger. The intensity of his pounding brought her
to a quick orgasm, ecstasy shimmering through
her on a cascading wave.

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Yet, he didn’t stop.
“Again,” he said as he pounded into her.
With his thumb, he pressed down on her

clit and circled the protruding nub, offering her
no relief from his erotic onslaught.

“Logan,” she rasped, struggling for

breath.

“Hmm…I’ve always wondered what my

name would sound like on your lips when I was
inside you.”

She swallowed, unable to gather her

thoughts as he eased in and out of her more
slowly now, tormenting her with his easy rhythm.

“I like it.”
He continued his torturous glide, in and

out, the base of his dick teasing over her clit, his
balls slapping against her bare ass. “I’ve thought

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of nothing else since I walked in the door and
saw you today.”

Violet’s mind was numb. Her body

trembled with need and desire. To hear him say
the words was a sweet song to her ears. “Oh,
Logan.”

He groaned, deep and husky. “That’s

right, say my name again.”

“Logan,” she whispered.
“Ah, Violet,” he ground out between

clenched teeth. “So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

A whisper of wind drifted across Violet’s

breasts and teased her already sensitive skin.
Every sound accentuated now that he’d slowed
the pace. Waves tumbled onto the sand. An up
tempo beat of music carried on the wind.

He slid his fingers between hers and car-

ried both their hands above her head, the

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grittiness from the sand scratching her skin.
Lowering his mouth, he kissed her, suckling from
her lips, caressing her tongue. Logan’s touch was
slow now, more controlled. He moved down her
body, taking a taut peak into his mouth, circling
the sensitive nub.

“Logan,” she whispered again, arching in-

to his mouth, aching desperately for rapturous re-
lief. Her breath caught as he moved from one
breast back to the other. His greedy mouth,
heated caress, rock hard cock pumping into her
wet pussy was more than she could stand.

He stroked her slowly, pulling out and

back in again, arousing her to a feverish pitch.

“Logan… I can’t take… I don’t know

if… Please.”

Nuzzling her neck, he asked, “What is it,

baby?”

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Any other time the endearment would

have made her heart bloom, but right now it took
everything in her not to scream.

“Harder. Please, harder,” she moaned and

bucked wildly against him.

A low, guttural sound rumbled up from

his throat, and he shook his head. “I kinda like
this tempo. Slow, sexy, and you feel so goddamn
good, so fucking wet. Not yet, sweetheart. Not
yet.”

He rocked his hips, deepened the penetra-

tion, grinding the base of his cock against her
clit. The sensation of his thick hardness sliding in
and out of her made her whimper with desire.
She writhed against him as he rained kisses over
her face, her neck, tugged the lobe of her ear into
his mouth.

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Then he found her lips again. They kissed

with a raw urgency that stole her breath. She
shivered as he kissed her below her ear, down her
throat and across her collarbone. All the while, he
kept a steady pace rocking in and out of her wet
heat, driving her beyond bliss.

Violet shuddered, tilting her head back,

arching her back. He stroked her, teased her, tor-
mented her as he sank himself in her over and
over again. He continued to take his time, lips
dancing over her skin, his cock driving deep.

When she thought she couldn’t take any

more, when she uncontrollably bucked and twis-
ted frantically under him, when her entire body
was a tight knot of sexual frustration, Logan re-
lented and plunged deep, hard, fast, and
wondrous.

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As she surged upward repeatedly, her clit-

oris swelled. Each thrust inside her sent jolts of
electricity through her. He pressed harder and
faster. She could feel the orgasm build as her
thighs began to shake, every muscle in her body
growing taut with tension and desire.

When Logan’s hot mouth closed over her

shoulder, she gasped as the orgasm took hold.
“Logan,” she screamed.

He thrust one last time. “Violet,” he

groaned between clenched teeth. “Oh Violet.”

Long moments later, she let out a deep,

shuddering breath and relaxed her body on the
sand. The hot length of his subsiding erection slid
out of her. He twisted around, pulling her on top
of him, and stroked a hand down her bare back,
sending delicious shivers through her body.

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“I think I just died,” he whispered in her

ear.

“Then we died together,” she said.
He laughed softly. “It was a good death.”
“Oh yes, it was,” she murmured into his

shoulder.

Several more minutes passed before he

rose with her sitting in his lap. He gazed down at
her. Sand coated her legs, her back. She even felt
some in her hair. “We need a bath.”

Logan stood and took her hand. “Come

on. Let’s rinse off in the ocean.”

“That’s sea water, remember. We’re only

going to replace the sand with salt.”

“We can always shower when we get

back to the house. And there’s also the pool. But
at least this way we won’t track it inside.”

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“You’ve got a point,” she said, following

him into the cool water.

Violet waded in and dropped down until

it covered her from head to toe. The coolness re-
freshed her, tickled her warm skin. When she
stood, a splash of water hit her face, and she
sputtered. Logan stood a few feet away from her
with a grin on his face.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” she

said and laughed. “You are so going to pay for
that.” She dipped her hands below the surface
then launched a torrent of water toward him.

She splashed, he splashed. She was laugh-

ing so hard her stomach hurt.

“Okay, you win. You win,” he cried,

hands up in defeat. Logan grabbed her around the
waist and lifted her in the air, spinning her in a

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circle. “You win, beautiful. I give up.” A bar of
moonlight slanted across his face to reveal a grin.

She circled her arms around his neck.

“That’ll teach you.”

Logan released her slowly, her naked

body gliding sensuously down his. The tips of
her nipples grazed his chest, and they distended
to hardened peaks. Already her body ached for
his again. And she knew he felt the same, the
evidence of his arousal growing rigid against her
stomach.

“Down boy,” she teased. “We both need a

bath.”

He nibbled her bottom lip, and she felt his

warm breath against her skin when his mouth
traveled the length of her neck. “Why? We’ll just
have to take another one later.”

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Jolts of sensation shot through her veins,

but she released him and backed toward the
shore. “Look, man. I have sand in places it
should never be.”

Raising his hands in supplication, he fol-

lowed her out of the water. “Okay.”

When he reached her side, he pulled her

to him and curled his hand around the nape of her
neck. Instant heat swamped her body. Summon-
ing all her willpower, she palmed his chest and
attempted to twist away from him.

Big mistake.
Now she could feel every hard mouthwa-

tering muscle in his chest. She slid her hands
lower to caress his six-pack abs.

Logan seized her hips and yanked her for-

ward. His erection coasted over her belly button.
He nuzzled her neck and ran his tongue across

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her shoulder blade. When his hands snaked up
her rib cage and cupped her breasts, she moaned.
Her mind and body warred with each other. She
wanted to pull away one moment. The next she
pressed herself against him, craving his heated
touch.

She sprang away from him. “Clothes.

Find your clothes,” she said and laughed. “Let’s
go back to the house. I want a bath, and I’m
starving.”

He chuckled, the sound gliding along her

skin like a caress. “How about I join you for that
bath, then I’ll find some of that fruit we had earli-
er, maybe some whipped cream. I’ll feed you.”

Violet’s insides warmed with pleasure at

his words. She shouldn’t have liked the way it
sounded. But she did. What he suggested soun-
ded like something a couple might do together.

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She needed to remind herself this was just a one-
night stand. Pulling her T-shirt over her head she
said, “I’m a big girl. That won’t be necessary.
I’ve been feeding myself since I was around
two.”

After he tugged on his shorts and pulled

his tank over his head, he sidled up behind her
and wrapped his arms around her waist curling
his fingers through the belt loops of her shorts.
He kept touching her, and it felt so good. When
he kissed her neck, her pulse did a weird flutter-
ing thing. “I want to take care of you. I want to
bathe you, feed you, make love to you again.”

Her mouth went paper-thin dry.
Logan took her hand, linked their fingers,

and walked toward the house. Glancing down,
she felt corny and ridiculous as she thought about
that movie with Tom Hanks when he described

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how he felt the first time he touched his dead
wife’s hand.

He couldn’t tell where his stopped and

hers began.

She couldn’t either.
Ugh.
She would not do this to herself. Would

not imagine a relationship where there wasn’t
one. Hell, she’d just been dumped, and it had
been a relationship. At least it had been to her.
Look how that turned out. No. He was just being
sweet. They would enjoy the rest of the night to-
gether, and that would be it. She would enjoy the
moment and revel in the attention of someone as
hot and eligible as Logan McMasters. Why not?
The man was sexy as hell and knew exactly what
to do with his hands, his mouth, and everything
in between. And when the weekend came to a

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close, she’d have a wonderful memory to take
home with her to erase the bad one that started it
all.

At the steps on the side of the house lead-

ing up to the pool, he let her go up ahead of him.
He palmed one side of her butt. “Girl, it should
be a crime for you to walk around with an ass
like that.” He pinched her. She squealed with
laughter and ran up the rest of the steps, Logan in
hot pursuit behind her. As she edged a row of
padded sling chaise loungers, he grabbed her and
swung her up in his arms.

“Woman, did you forget I was a star

cornerback? You can’t get away from me.”

“Stop,” she said, dragging the word out,

sounding like a petulant child. “You play too
much.”

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He released her slowly and eased her

around until her back was flat against the privacy
fence that surrounded the pool and deck area, the
maple wood smooth and cool against her back.

“I only want to play with you though.

That’s not too much to ask, is it?” He lowered his
mouth to the side of her neck.

Heat bloomed between her legs. The next

thing she knew, their mouths were fused, tongues
tangling like a snake on a vine. His hands slid up
and under the T-shirt she wore. He gripped the
edge of the top of her bathing suit and pulled, re-
leasing her breast. She groaned at the heat of his
mouth on her nipple, the wet lash of his tongue.

“Someone is going to see us,” she

warned, sighing with pleasure, unsure if she
wanted him to stop or keep going.

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“So what?” he growled. “We’re all adults

here.” He took her shorts and the bottom of her
bathing suit down to the ground.

Logan released one foot, took it and

wrapped it around his waist. He unzipped his
shorts, reached inside and freed the hard pulse of
his arousal. Digging into his pocket, he found a
condom and tore it open with his teeth, all the
while smiling at her. Only seconds passed before
he buried himself deep inside her.

Violet moaned with pleasure as he filled

her, stretched her, and she moved against him,
hot, wet, abandoned. A rough, agonized mascu-
line groan tore from him. It made her walls
clench and shudder around him. Gripping her
butt, he moved with fine, subtle, circling move-
ments. Before long they became fast and frantic
as he drove himself inside her dripping wetness.

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She held on to his massive arms, her nails biting
into the hard, springy muscles. Her head thunked
back on the fence as his tortuous mouth raked
over her exposed throat.

“Lo…gan,” she stammered.
“Damn, I love it when you say my name,”

he admitted before he reached between their con-
nected bodies and pressed his thumb on her clit.

She cried out, coming on a broken sob,

wild spasms of pleasure ricocheting through
every pinpoint of her body, wrenching Logan’s
name from her throat over and over.

“Hell yeah,” he said through clenched

teeth. “Say it again.”

“Logan.” She thrust her hips at him, and

he pushed back, again and again, faster and
harder, until he climaxed, shuddering violently,
clutching her thighs in his hands.

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Neither of them moved for several

minutes. To calm her system, she concentrated
on the gentle gurgling of the pool, the soft sound
of music coming from somewhere inside the
house, the bright sparkle of the stars shimmering
in the sky.

More minutes passed before he slid out of

her and lowered her leg. Their eyes met.

“It’s your fault,” he said. “You shouldn’t

be so goddamn sexy.

Violet averted her face, but what he said

made her smile inside. He cupped her chin and
brought his lips down to meet hers and gave her a
slow, lingering kiss that made her toes curl. She
didn’t look at him when he lifted her foot and put
it back through the hole of her bathing suit and
shorts. He glided them back over her hips and
snapped the button back in place.

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“Come on.” He reached down and caught

her hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips. “I
think I can leave you alone long enough for you
to shower and eat.” His mouth curved in a slow
sensuous smile. “But I’m warning you. My self-
control is not going to last long.”

At that she had to laugh. “Understood.”
They moved through the house. The cool

air made chill bumps pop out on her skin. Thank
goodness no one was sitting in the living area
that led out to the pool. If they had, they’d have
witnessed a fantastic erotic show between her
and Logan.

Voices filtered out of the game room. It

sounded as if they were playing the Wii. The
beach house was perfect for adults and families.
Enough room to sleep over twenty people, it had
a large kitchen, two living areas, plus the game

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room set up for billiards, TV watching, lounging
and playing cards.

At the top of the steps he leaned forward

and kissed her, a tender kiss that had her aching
for more. “I’ll see you back down in the kitchen
in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” she agreed, and walked down the

hall to her room.

In the Jack-and-Jill bathroom she shared

with her friend, Harper, she turned on the shower
and disrobed, pealing her clothes off her still
damp body.

Violet saw it in her eyes the moment she

dared to look at herself in the mirror. She was
falling for him.

Stupid.
What the heck was wrong with her? The

moment he’d walked in the door today, she’d had

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a mission. Seduce Logan McMasters. Sex. Just
sex. Nothing else. But he surprised her when he
told her he’d been waiting for her to be free of
the ex.

She shook her head. It didn’t matter.

Logan was nothing more than a one-night stand.
Sure, the sex was extraordinary, way up there in
the WOWZA stratosphere, but once she got in her
car tomorrow morning to go home, their liaison
would be over.

She reached into the shower, turned the

water on full blast, and watched the steam billow
upward. Besides, what man would even think
about having a relationship with a woman who
jumped into bed—well, on the sand with
him—the first time they were alone together?
She’d broken the cardinal rule.

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Yes, they were acquainted because of

Dayna, but they’d never spent any time together
outside of parties and mutual friend’s houses.
Still, she doubted even that would make him see
her as anything more than a weekend sex buddy.

So why was she kidding herself into be-

lieving it was something more than it was?

She scrubbed the sand and salt from her

skin, washed her hair and towel dried off before
putting on pair of khaki shorts, a white tank, and
flip flops.

In the kitchen, she found him scrounging

up food with Harper, Blake and Ian.

“Ugh, finally,” Harper said, waving her

hand toward the counter at warmed up hot dogs,
hamburgers and bags of chips. “Please tell these
men they need more than meat and bread to sus-
tain themselves.”

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Violet laughed, took a bag of chips, and

poured some out on a paper towel.

“Don’t forget the potatoes,” Blake said.
“You’re hopeless,” Harper said before she

tossed a dry towel at Blake that he caught before
it smacked him in the head. Then she rounded on
Ian. “And you. I know Stella doesn’t want a hot
dog this late at night.”

Violet looked around. “Where is she?”
“In the attic,” Ian answered. “Dayna told

her that her grandmother had a lot of old pieces
she brought with her before she moved into the
beach house that she couldn’t bare to give away
so she placed them in the attic. Dayna’s sure
some of them are antiques.”

“Oh boy,” Violet joked. “She’ll never

come down from there now.”

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“Right,” Ian agreed. “So I volunteered to

help retrieve sustenance, but Ms. Chef over here
won’t let me.”

“That’s not true,” Harper asserted. “I only

suggested you add some fruit and vegetables with
it.”

Ian threw up his hands. “Fine. Make me a

tray and I’ll take it. Just don’t forget the meat. I
need meat.”

“Fine,” Harper grumbled. “Just try a piece

of fruit. It won’t kill you.”

Violet sat on one of the bar stools and

snacked on her chips. She knew if she sat there
long enough, Harper would put a plate in front of
her. Logan rounded the island, and his gaze
lingered on her crossed legs. It sent heat sizzling
through her veins.

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He approached, leaned down to whisper

in her ear, and trailed the palm of his hand up her
thigh. “I’m giving you ten minutes to eat. After
that, I’m tossing you over my shoulder and we’re
going to find a bed.”

His deep, dark voice poured over her like

warm milk chocolate. He was by far the sexiest
man she’d ever come across in her life. On one
hand, what woman wouldn’t want to be ogled by
a virile, gorgeous man? However, when it was all
over, where did that leave her heart?

Logan moved behind her and surrepti-

tiously swiped his hand over her butt before he
sat down beside her. The wolfish grin he gave her
made her stomach clench, and a heated flush
stole over her body.

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As predicted, Harper placed a plate of

fruit, grilled chicken and vegetables in front of
her.

“And here you go,” she said to Ian.

“Enjoy.”

He looked down at the platter and back up

at her. She’d given him two hamburgers with a
glazed sauce dripping off of them, no buns, fruit,
vegetables and ranch dip. He glowered.
“Seriously?”

Harper pointed toward the exit. “Go.”
Ian turned on his heel and left, Logan and

Blake’s laughter following him.

“I’ll be back when I know you’re out of

the kitchen,” he yelled.

Harper pointed to Blake. “You. Sit. Don’t

think you’re getting off easy.”

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He raised his hands, feigning mock inno-

cence. “Who, me?”

“I have something special planned for

you.”

Blake sat in one of the chairs at the table,

leaned back with his hands behind his head, and
crossed his legs at the ankle. “Your wish is my
command, Princess,” he said softly.

Harper flushed.
“Um, I don’t think we want any part of

this. Plus,” Logan said, his gaze going from
Blake back to Harper. “I think these two need to
be alone.”

Violet agreed. Sexual tension had been

brewing between Harper and Blake for months,
and it was quite palpable in the room. She picked
up her plate and grabbed a bottle of water out of
the refrigerator. “We’ll see you two later.”

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Logan followed her out to the deck where

she sat in a lounge chair. He moved between her
legs and took her plate. “Here, let me.”

“Didn’t I tell you I was quite capable of

feeding myself?”

He scooted closer. “And didn’t I tell you I

wanted to feed you,” he reminded her while pla-
cing a fork of chicken in her mouth, “among oth-
er things.”

A shiver raced down her spine, and her

nipples puckered against the cups of her bra. She
chewed and swallowed with difficulty. Food be-
came the last thing on her mind. Drawing a deep,
calming breath, she allowed him to feed her.

After giving her a few bites of the succu-

lent meat, he said, “Tell me about Violet
Tanner.”

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She chewed slowly. “What is it you want

to know?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Tell me a

secret.”

“I don’t have any secrets.” Nothing she’d

confess to him anyway.

After he fed her some more, he said.

“Okay. Let’s keep it simple then. Twenty
questions.”

Violet shook her head. “Uh uh. One

question.”

“Damn, woman. Five questions.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay. Five. But I go

first.”

“Okay,” he agreed.
“Do you miss playing ball?”
A shadow slid over his face, and he

lowered the fork of food he was about to give

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her, but the look of sadness disappeared fast.
“Sometimes.”

“That’s it? Sometimes?”
He shrugged his shoulders and placed the

fork in her mouth. “I have a good life now. I like
it. My schedule is my own. I’m not bouncing
from state to state six months out of the year, get-
ting pounded into the ground by three-hundred
pound linebackers. Plus, I’ve built a business I
enjoy. It keeps me busy, but I’m doing something
I love. My degree in kinesiology ended up paying
off.”

In the distance she heard the waves of the

ocean crash on the sand. Sea salt air shifted in the
wind. Logan looked off, lost in his thoughts for a
moment. “Yeah, sometimes I do miss it, the other
guys, the locker room trash talk, getting hyped up

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for a game, running out there on the field. The
fans. It was fun.”

“I’m sure you still have plenty of female

fans,” she quipped.

Grinning at her, he fed her the last veget-

able on her plate, set it down, and leaned into her.
“I’m only interested in one female fan at the
moment.”

While she chewed, he nibbled at her neck,

twirled his thumb around her nipple. The contact
caused it to pebble against her shirt. “What
makes you think I was a fan?”

When he looked down, he smiled.

“Oh…you were a fan.”

Violet swatted his hand away but did

agree. From the beginning of his career she’d be-
come obsessed with football. She wouldn’t tell

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him that though. “Stop teasing. I thought we were
playing five questions.”

“Okay…then. My turn,” he said low and

deep before he nipped the lobe of her ear, send-
ing a shiver cascading down her belly. “Do you
like it hard and fast? Or slow and sweet?”

The moon was bright in the sky now, the

only light. Its reflection shimmered in the pool
beside them. The temperature had dropped a
little, but the havoc Logan caused to her body
made heat infuse like a lit firecracker. He reached
behind her and lowered the lounge. “I think you
know the answer to that question already and, it
really all depends.”

He licked a trail across her throat. “On

what?”

Wetness pooled between her thighs. She

was seized by a sudden urgency to flip Logan

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over on his back and torture him the way he was
torturing her.

“If I’m in the mood to be romantic, or if

it’s enough already and I just want to get some
sleep.”

He barked out a howl of laughter and

pushed up. “Seinfeld? You’re quoting Seinfeld.”

“It’s one of my favorite shows. I don’t

know why that just popped into my head. I can
watch reruns of it over and over again.”

“You’re kidding? Me too,” he pro-

claimed. “What are your other favorite TV
shows?”

“Umm…Castle, Criminal Minds.”
She saw his eyes narrow. “You just watch

that show because of Shemar Moore?”

“What’s your point?”
Logan shook his head.

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“Are you going to let me finish?”
He sat up and faced her, wrapping her

legs around his waist. “Uh huh.”

“NCIS Los Angeles.”
Blowing out a sigh, he said, “And you

watch that one because of LL Cool J.”

Violet leaned back. “Well, you know

what they say? Ladies love Cool James.”

He growled.
“Jealous?”
He feigned mock indignation, crossing his

arms. “Of course not.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about.

But if Shemar Moore walked down that
beach…well.”

“I think I’m going to have to start restrict-

ing your TV watching during the week. Do you
like to read?”

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She playfully smacked him on the thigh.

“Not answering. That’s three questions back to
back. It’s my turn.”

He got up off the lounge and held out his

hand. “Stand up.”

“Why?”
“Just stand up.”
Violet placated him and stood. He sur-

prised her by sitting back on the lounge, but he
moved her in front of him so they were front to
back and he wrapped his hands around her waist,
his head resting beside hers on her shoulder.
Ignoring the way her heart thumped, she
snuggled up close. From this angle, they could
see the tide wash up onto the sand. A cool breeze
drifted up from the ocean, the sky was a vivid
shade of dark blue.

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“If you get chilly,” he told her, “Let me

know and I’ll go grab a blanket.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him. Logan’s

body, not to mention her rising libido, created
enough heat to keep her warm. Need throbbed
between her legs. She had to smolder these feel-
ings somehow and get her mind off of it. “Tell
me about your family.”

“That’s not a question.”
She nudged his leg. “Don’t be difficult.”
He laughed. “My mom, Margaret, and

father, Henry, have been married for thirty-five
years.”

Violet laced their fingers together and had

that weird feeling again. She started to release
him, but he held on to her and brought their
joined hands up to his lips and kissed. She
struggled not to succumb to the feelings

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bouncing around inside her, to the sense of peace
being this close to him produced. In the begin-
ning, this night had been all about sex and seduc-
tion. The romantic perfection of this moment
erased that intent. Why couldn’t they have done
the deed then gone their separate ways? Hell, this
evening was almost shaping up into a date.

“I have two older sisters.”
“Oooh. The baby in the family.”
Logan raised his knees and shifted in his

seat. “Most definitely. I was a spoiled brat.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder and

was struck by his smile, his even white teeth and
chocolate brown eyes. Sharing this type of mo-
ment with him was completely unexpected. “I be-
lieve it.”

“When I was about six years old, the

summer after I turned six years old as a matter of

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fact, my father got fed up with me. I was a
whiner, especially when I didn’t get my way. He
told my mom he was taking me away for a while
to straighten me up, told her all he needed was
two weeks and he’d bring me back a changed
child.”

Violet twisted around to stare at him.

“Did it work?”

Logan smoothed his hand up and down

her bare leg. “It did. Talk about tough love. All
that stuff I was getting away with at home, my
mom and my sisters giving me everything, he
stopped it cold turkey. I remember it like it was
yesterday.”

She playfully shoved him. “Wow. You

were that bad?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he said, “I don’t

think I was that bad per se, I was just spoiled. I

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was the baby. My sister’s were so much older
than me it was easy to either do it for me or let
me have my own way so I would stop whining or
crying about it. But when my dad took me away
for those two weeks during the summer, I really
did come back a different little boy.”

She crossed her arms and nodded her

head. “So the world has your father to thank for
the man you are today.”

He tilted his head to the side and quirked

a smile. “I’m not sure if you’re being serious or
facetious.”

Lifting both her hands out, palms up, she

said, “Serious.”

“Actually, after that summer, my dad and

I started taking a trip together every summer. He
called them our father and son man trips. He

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taught me everything I needed to know about be-
ing a man. A good man.”

Suddenly serious, she wanted to know the

answer to her next question. “And do you think
you’re a good man.”

Logan took her hand. “I do.”
“Examples?”
A sly, seductive smile slid over his face

when she glanced at him. “I thought I showed
you that already on the beach.”

“Ugh,” she grunted and twisted back

around in his arms, but her pulse quickened.
Logan had definitely showed her exactly what
type of man he was on the beach. A generous
lover, for one. Kind, he made her laugh, and
they’d had fun. In fact, these last few hours were
the most fun she’d had in ages. The lousy ex had
been too busy the last month or so to spend any

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quality time with her. If she were honest, the last
couple of times they’d actually gone out on a
date, he’d grated on her nerves and she couldn’t
wait to get away from him.

With Logan, she couldn’t get enough.
What did that mean?
“I’m waiting,” he murmured in her hear.
“For what?” she asked, momentarily

taken aback.

“Your next question.”
Crap. She’d forgotten about their game.

She was lying in the arms of the sexiest man
she’d ever run across, gazing out at an exquisite
midnight blue sky, contemplating if their liaison
could be extended into much, much more. She
asked him the first thing that popped into her
mind. “What else do you like to do in your spare

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time? Besides working out and watching reruns
of Seinfeld.”

The rumble of his laughter felt good

against her back. Men loved women who could
make them laugh.

Love.
Where the heck had that come from?
“Let’s see. I play a mean game of pool. I

bet you could beat the pants off me in bowling. I
love a good action movie.” His arms, strong and
heavy, snaked around her, snuggling her closer to
his warm body. “But if I had you next to me in a
nice dark theatre, I could be persuaded to enjoy a
chick flick. For the right price, of course.”

“And what price would that be?” she

asked.

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Logan inclined his head to nip at her

neck, his warm breath tickling her skin. “I’m sure
you can figure it out.”

Violet’s cheeks grew warm. Oh yeah. She

knew exactly what price she would pay to be in
Logan McMaster’s arms.

“I also like midnight strolls on the beach.”
Check.
“Lying up under the stars with a beautiful

woman.”

Check, check.
“And making mad passionate love.”
Check, check…and check.
Suddenly, Logan flipped her over and she

was lying on her back. When she looped her arms
around his neck, he swooped down and licked in-
to her mouth, stealing the comment she was
about to say. He groaned, dragging his lips from

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hers to nibble at her neck. The graze of his un-
shaven jaw sent a stimulating scream of sensation
through every pore in her body.

“We’re not…we’re not done with our

game.”

His low, sinful voice was a temptation in

wickedness. “We have all night to play games.”
He moved lower, teasing her nipples through her
thin cotton shirt. A shiver of desire rippled over
her clit.

“I know one we can play,” he said, still

moving lower until he’d captured her thighs in
his arms and pulled her further down the lounge
chair. “How about we see who can remove the
others clothes the fastest?”

He began to tug on her shorts. Violet

snapped out of the desire induced stupor she was

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in and reached for her waistband. “Not here.
Someone will see us.”

As he crawled back up her body, a devil-

ish grin filled Logan’s eyes. “I know you’re not
afraid to let anyone see this delectable body.”

A delicious shiver ran through her.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me

yours,” he whispered, his hands already inching
up under her shirt, inflaming every skin cell he
touched.

“I’ve already seen yours,” she said, pulse

pounding with arousal. Every swipe of his fin-
gers, every tease of his tongue, kindled little fires
of ecstasy only he knew how to extinguish.
“There are plenty of beds upstairs we can find.”

“I’ll make you a deal.”
Oh boy.

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“Touch yourself for me. Then we’ll go in

the house.”

Her mouth turned to sand. “What?”
“Touch yourself,” he crooned, his voice a

silken caress across her shoulder, not one inch of
her exposed skin hadn’t felt his lips.”

She trembled hard. “Do you have some

secret voyeurism fetish I need to know about?”

Logan licked the crease below her bottom

lip. “I didn’t. But right now, just the thought of
watching you finger yourself makes me rock
hard.” He looked up, his gaze going from left to
right. “From this position, no one will know what
you’re doing but me.”

She’d know. She’d masturbating in

private many times, but this…

His pupils flared in the moonlight. “Are

you going to make me beg?”

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Shaking her head, she glanced around, a

combination of nervous beats and erotic energy
pulsing inside her. Staring into his eyes, she un-
did the button and zipper of her shorts. When she
slid her fingers inside to touch herself, Logan’s
gaze lowered and a slow, seductive smile coasted
over his face.

Her pussy was drenched. In a perpetual

state of arousal since she saw Logan walk in the
door, she wasn’t surprised by this fact. Sitting
back against the lounge, she spread her legs fur-
ther a part. Tilting her head to the side, she
brought her hand back out of her pants, and she
heard him whimper. But when she touched his
lips with those same fingers, he opened his
mouth with a smile, closed his mouth over them,
and sucked.

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Withdrawing the wet digits, she sank

them into her shorts, into her wet, aching pussy.
A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she
pushed inside and tightened the hot flesh of her
inner walls.

The tension and heat radiating from

Logan was palpable evidenced by the giant bulge
in his pants as he watched her. She was so
aroused she couldn’t stand it. “Ohhhh,” she
sighed, and began to rock her hips forward.

Very conscious of the power she held, Vi-

olet purposefully measured the movement of her
fingers in and out of her body. Her nipples
pebbled beneath her silk bra. With her free hand,
she slid her shirt up, uncupped her breast, and
tilted it upward, tugging the peak into her mouth.

Logan’s nostrils widened, his eyes

glittered like hot milk chocolate. “Fuck.”

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She shoved deeper, harder, wet heat satur-

ating her pants and hand. At the same time, she
pressed her palm over her clit and bore down,
rubbing the tight nub. Their heavy breathing ac-
centuated the clashing waves. More than any-
thing she wanted him to sink onto his knees, re-
move her hand and replace it with his mouth.

Violet imagined him sucking her clitoris,

feasting from the heat between her thighs, his
thrashing tongue sinking in and out of her. But
then Logan rubbed himself and squeezed, and she
knew she wanted something else more. “I want
you, Logan. I wish it were you inside me.”

Logan stood and swooped her up into his

arms. She opened the double French door, and he
used his foot to close it, the slam echoing through
the house. At the steps, he gritted his teeth and
said, “I can’t make it that far,” before he rounded

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the steps and stomped to the powder room by the
front door.

Inside he all but tore her shorts off before

he sheathed himself, lifted her up onto the single
sink, and plunged himself inside her. The porcel-
ain was cold against her bottom, the tall bath-
room faucet bit into her back, but the only thing
she felt was pleasure.

Violet wrapped her legs around Logan as

he cupped one arm around her waist and placed
the other flat against the mirror behind her. Then
he rocked, over and over again into her with a
raw urgency that stole her breath. She shivered as
he kissed her behind her ear, around her throat
until he sank his teeth into her collarbone, draw-
ing a hiss of satisfaction from between her teeth.

“Oh, Logan,” she said, whispering

shallowly.

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It didn’t matter to her that someone could

walk past the door at any moment. Hell, had they
even locked it? She shuddered, leaning her head
back against the mirror.

Logan sank into her, thrust deep, filling

her with hot, sweet pleasure. She arched in un-
speakable ecstasy, lifting her hips to match each
powerful drive. With agonized gasps, she forced
the breath from her lungs. His short, ragged sighs
penetrated the room as light seeped in from under
the closed door. He pressed harder and faster as
her thighs began to shake. She felt the orgasm
building, could feel every blood cell in her body
heat up with tension and desire.

“Oh God, Violet. What…?” he began to

ask her before his body tensed and he exploded
inside her, continuing to pump over and over
again.

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She wasn’t far behind him. To keep from

screaming out, she locked her mouth on a spot on
his chest and bit down, groaning, seized by a rush
of sensation so intense she shuddered with un-
abashed abandon.

A long while later, she released a harsh

rush of breath.

“Damn, woman. You’re going to kill

me,” he croaked on a shallow pant.

*****

Violet placed a load of clothes in her

washing machine and almost hit her head on the
cabinet door above when she jerked up. The
doorbell was ringing. The last thing she wanted
was company. She would have ignored it, seeing
as though her car was in her garage and no one
really knew she was at home, but whoever it was,

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they were persistent. The doorbell quieted but
now they banged on the door.

She stacked the basket on top, closed the

door, and walked through her living area into the
foyer. When she looked out the peephole, air
whooshed out of her lungs and her heart began to
beat rapidly in her chest.

It was Logan.
What the heck was he doing here? How

did he even know where she lived?

When she opened the door, she didn’t

have time to say anything before he stepped in,
took her by the shoulders, and fastened his mouth
to hers, smothering her startled gasp.

She placed her palms on his chest to push

him away but ended up gripping him fiercely
close instead. His warm, delicious taste invaded
her senses as his tongue dueled with hers. Her

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entire body shook, an explosive combination of
adrenaline, delight, and pleasure. The kiss was
urgent, bruising even, as he kissed her with a
deep hunger that was powerful, and devastating
to her heart and soul.

Logan was here.
Logan was kissing her.
She whimpered when he broke the kiss.
“That was goodbye,” he said before kick-

ing the door close with his foot.

He moved her backward, her thighs col-

liding with the sofa table she had in the entryway.
Before she could protest, he yanked her shorts
and panties down her legs and lifted her onto the
desk. “This is hello,” he muttered before drop-
ping to his knees and closing his mouth over her
pussy, sending jolts of pure, unadulterated bliss
to her groin.

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“Logan,” she gasped. “Oh, God.” She

closed her eyes and struggled for breath. No man
had ever taken her with this kind of raw, primit-
ive passion.

“Why the hell did you leave without say-

ing goodbye?” he asked huskily before swirling
his tongue around her clit.

She couldn’t find the words, any words.

She was left with only feeling, shards of pleasure
that rippled through her pussy like a wave. Her
orgasm was so swift, so cataclysmic; she had to
fight for air. Tears pricked at the back of her eye-
lids, but her pride kept them from running freely
down her face.

Logan rose, pressed his forehead to hers.

“Tell me. Tell me why.”

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She scrambled off the table and yanked

up her clothes and avoided his answer with a
question of her own. “What are you doing here?”

“You don’t know?” he asked her, an in-

credulous expression on his face.

Walking away on shaky legs, she stepped

into her living area and put her oversized sofa
between them. If he touched her again, it would
be over for her. “Look. This weekend was great,
but that’s all it was.” The stricken look on his
face twisted her heart. “I...I can’t do this.”

Logan gazed at her. “Violet... Did it mean

nothing? Everything we said? Everything we
shared?”

It meant everything.
She didn’t think she was in love with him,

but the ache quivering inside her told her she felt
something for him and it scared her down to her

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toes. How could she feel so deeply for him in one
day? What she felt for the ass-wipe who’d broken
up with her via email didn’t even compare to
what she felt for Logan, and she didn’t under-
stand it. She turned around, not wanting him to
see the tears that blurred her vision. “I don’t
know what you want me to say,” she whispered.

“I need you,” Logan said in a husky, rav-

aged voice. “I...I don’t understand the feelings ra-
ging around inside me. I’ve never ever felt this
way before.”

Violet dragged in an unsteady breath and

laughed softly. “I know exactly how you feel.”

He came up to stand behind her. “When I

woke up and you were gone without even saying
goodbye, I couldn’t breath.”

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That finally broke her. She swung around

and threw her arms around him. He pulled her
close and lifted her slightly in the air.

“I’m not going to make you any promises,

but I want to see what this is. I want to know if
we have a chance. Can we do that?” He set her
down and leaned back to look at her.

A wave of relief swept through her, and

she nodded her head. “Yes.”

“I can tell you this.” He cupped her face

and kissed each cheek, her forehead, nose, and
then her lips. “I won’t ever lie to you, and if we
end up not working...” His mouth quirked up in a
small grin. “…I promise not to break it off by e-
mail.”

That coaxed a little smile over her lips.
“Deal?”
She lifted her head. “Deal.”

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Logan cupped her face between his hands

and kissed her as deeply and intensely as he’d
kissed her that night on the beach. Linking her
hands with his, she walked backwards toward her
hallway. “You know,” she said. “We just had our
first fight.”

A sly, sexy look slanted over his features.

“Oh really.”

“You know what that means, right?”
“Make-up sex?”
Once they made it into her room, Violet

stepped away with a low, naughty laugh. “Make-
up sex,” she agreed, and pulled her shirt up and
over her head.

The End

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Did you miss how it all began?

Lover’s Revenge

Beach House Nights Books #1

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Throwing a summer party at the beach

house she inherited from her grandmother is just
what Dayna needs to take her mind off her two-
timing ex. After his best friend arrives to check
up on her she realizes her desire may have been
focused on the wrong friend. When they share a
late night walk on the beach, it’s clear he shares
her lust. Now, Dayna is determined to take ad-
vantage of their mutual attraction. What’s a little
revenge sex among friends?

Excerpt

Dayna reached out, touched his chest, and

willed the butterflies zinging around in her stom-
ach to settle. She stroked him right above the slit

before the buttons began, moving her finger in a
slow, sensuous circle. What she wanted to do was
tease him, tempt him, but instead she
struggled for breath as her skin connected with
his. Every cell in her body blistered with un-
bridled need. “Who says I don’t?”

He grabbed her forearms and squeezed. It

didn’t hurt, but it let her know that she was play-
ing with a fire she might not be able to put out or
contain once it started. “He could come crawling
back. If we do this, how will you feel when he
does?”

Slowly, she began to unbutton his shirt.

Eager to see him naked, her tongue snaked out
over her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t take him back if
he came to me crawling across a pile of dia-
monds and gold.”

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He enclosed both of her hands in one of

his and tilted her chin up with the other. “Are you
sure about that?”

She moved around him to return to the

blanket and glanced around. She took off her
tank and removed her shorts, carrying her panties
down with them. Once she stepped away, she
was completely naked. “I’ve never been surer of
anything in my life.” His mouth was slightly
open when she passed him and walked into the
water, her back to him. The not altogether un-
comfortable coolness of the water energized her
body and made her feel like a sexy sea nymph.

Dayna stopped when the water covered

her hips. She didn’t turn to look at Jared, to see
his reaction, to see if he was still standing by the
shore. She smoothed the palms of her hands over

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the water in a wide arc and watched as her fin-
gers glistened over the surface.

Even though it felt like hours, she knew it

was only seconds when he came up behind her
and trailed one of his hands down the middle of
her back. Her reaction was instantaneous, hot,
needy, want. The cold between her legs didn’t
ease the fiery ache she felt, the desire to have him
inside her.

Jared moved her hair to the side and ap-

plied a series of scorching, delectable kisses from
her shoulder up to the underside of her ear. “I’ve
wanted to do this for so very long.”

His words thrilled her, excited her as his

lips moved across her shoulder blade, the back of
her neck, the other shoulder, up to her other ear
where he bit and tugged it into his mouth. “You
are so beautiful.”

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Pure and swift, pleasure bloomed inside

her, and a delicious languor spread through her
limbs. His slow, easy touch curled her toes and
sent tingles to her belly. Like a cat, she rubbed
her backside along his warm, muscular body. He
groaned, and she felt his dick harden against her
bottom.

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Coming May 2012 from Lyric James

Beach House Nights Book #3

Up All Night

Stella and Ian’s Story

Stella Lewis is excited when she receives

a weekend invite to a friend’s beach house, espe-
cially when the beach house’s attic is full of
priceless furniture she can sell at her struggling
antique store. The last thing she expected was to
be sidelined by her attraction to playboy million-
aire, Ian Hollis. The two have nothing in com-
mon, except their insane but inexplicable attrac-
tion to each other.

After winning a multi-million dollar lot-

tery when he was only twenty-five, Ian Hollis has
been living the high life. But the first time he saw
Stella, he knew there was something about the
prim and proper miss. Proving it to the workahol-
ic beauty is a whole different story. Stella is run-
ning scared, but if she thinks she can rebuff Ian’s

advances that easily, she’s in for a surprise. Ian is
willing to prove to Stella he can stay up all night
to prove she’s the woman of his dreams.

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About The Author

Lyric James began writing romance after

the stories in her head just wouldn’t shut up…and
that’s really a problem when you’re standing up
in front of a bunch of middle school students. She
graduated from high school, went to college and
quit because she had a car note to pay. She’s held
such jobs as receptionist, administrative assistant,
medical clerk, and lifeguard. After she had her
first child, she decided that she was an adult and
was ready to go back to college. After receiving a
Bachelor’s in Organizational Management and a
Master’s in Library Media and Information Tech-
nology, she now spends her days surrounded by
one of the things she loves most…books.

Lyric has been married to her own hero

for over fourteen years and has two daughters,
one son, and a Doberman named Blue because

her husband loves the Duke Blue Devils. She has
one brother, several rather adorable nieces and
nephews, super parents, and a wonderful grand-
mother who always reminds her that enduring
love is possible even after 50 years of marriage to
Lyric’s grandfather.

In 2006, Lyric sold the first story she ever

finished to e-publisher, Cobblestone Press. Since
then, she’s sold contemporary, romantic suspense
and paranormal African American and Interracial
romance to Samhain Publishing and Ellora’s
Cave.

Lyric is an avid reader and “listener” of

books and her private book collection includes
her favorite authors: Catherine Coulter, Nora
Roberts (J.D. Robb), J.K. Rowling, Kate Collins,
Janet Evanovich, Cinda Williams Chima, Char-
laine Harris, Rick Riordin, and Brenda Jackson.

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