Mr. Mysterious
The Mister Series, #4
by J.A.
Huss
Publication
date: October 12th 2016
Genres:
Contemporary Romance
BLURB
Paxton Vance isn’t as cryptic as
he thinks. That broody nature and tough-guy exterior aren’t fooling me one bit.
I know everything about him. I
listen in on his most personal phone calls. I read his mail before he does. I
even know what his mother got him for Christmas last year.
You’re the man of my dreams,
Paxton Vance. You just don’t know it yet.
But don’t worry, I’ll remind you.
I’m here to give you everything you need, before you know you need it.
So don’t get defensive because I
take a challenge seriously. You have to open up to someone, and that someone is
me.
Besides, you can’t stay Mr.
Mysterious forever. Why play the game if you never want to win?
The Mister Series
Mr. Perfect
Mr. Romantic
Mr. Corporate
Mr. Mysterious
Mr. Match (Final Book Releases 12-7-16)
“You want to go to bed?”
“With you?” I ask, a tingle running up my body
at the thought. He’s so fucking handsome in this gray suit. His tie is loose
around his neck, probably from the frustration of my drink demands, because it
was tight before he left for the store. I bite my lip as he stares at me, that
tingle turning into something more urgent as I stare back.
“Why not? We could make it fun. Turn this day
around. End it on a high note.”
I have dreamed about sex with Mr. Mysterious for
years. Since I was a kid, actually. And I know we’ve fucked three times
already, but that was different. That was the other me. This is the real me.
And now that my plans are all falling into place, it feels… fake. Like I forced
this.
“I wouldn’t want to force you,” I say, that word
stuck in my mind.
He laughs. Maybe a real one. “You’re the most
striking girl I’ve ever dated. You’re not forcing me to do anything.”
He has no idea how well-planned this
relationship was. “Are we dating?” I ask, suddenly sad.
I know he’s looking at me. And I know I’m being
weird. I also know that I should make a decision right now and then never look
back. Either stay here, sleep with him, and tell him the truth tomorrow—since
we’ve decided not to talk about it tonight—or walk out and never look back.
I’m on the verge of option two when I feel his
hand slip around my waist. “Whatever it is that’s bothering you, can it wait
until tomorrow? Or is it urgent?”
I like the feel of his hand over the thin fabric
of my dress. It’s large, and warm, and when he pulls me closer, I feel weak
with want.
“That was a lot of information to take in. From
your mother. Don’t you think?” I chance a look up at him and regret it
immediately. He’s somber. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him somber.
“Are we talking about it?” he whispers. “I don’t
mind talking about it. If that’s what you want.”
I lean up and kiss him. Softly. Right on the
mouth. He doesn’t kiss me back and when I open my eyes, he’s looking at me. He
takes the drink from my hand, sets both glasses down on a nearby table and then
wraps his arms around me and holds me close. His lips are on my neck, and that
urgent feeling I had turns into unquenchable desire.
He holds my face, turning me towards him, and
then his lips find mine and we are kissing again, only this time it’s him
leading the way. It starts slow, his hands dropping back to my waist. My hands
reaching up for his shoulders. His kiss remains soft. Such a contradiction
between the man on the outside I’ve come to know and the one I stalked all
these years.
But I don’t know him, do I? Not one bit.
He frightens me a little. His perfectly planned
childhood, his unplanned past, and his unorthodox present. Like he’s drifting
through life, just waiting for something to happen as he takes bad opportunity
after bad opportunity and tries to make something good out of them.
“Let’s go to bed,” Pax says again.
I don’t challenge him in any way this time. I
don’t care what the meaning is behind his words.
He takes my hand, leading me back into the house
and towards the stairs, taking those two at a time so my much shorter legs have
to struggle to keep up. A shoe falls off my foot halfway up, the other follows
a second later. The floor is cool and feels good as I follow him across a long
catwalk that overlooks the living room and into a dark bedroom.
He doesn’t turn on the lights and he wastes no
time touching me. His fingertips are lifting up my dress, feather-light touches
across the bare skin of my outer thigh. Kissing me, fisting my hair, finding
the wetness between my legs as the tingle becomes urge, becomes starvation and
hunger for more.
“Take off my clothes,” he says. “Start with the
tie.”
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COMING UP NEXT – MR. MATCH!
Author Info
JA Huss is the USA Today
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family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human
emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes
who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily
Ever After ending.
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