Bad Billionaires After Dark, #2
by Melissa Foster
Releasing December 21st 2016
World Literary Press
World Literary Press
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Bad
Boys After Dark: Dylan (Bad Billionaires After Dark, #2) . . .
Dylan Bad has a habit of saving
women. The seducing them. Then leaving them. That was all about to change.
Dylan Bad has met one sexy, hot, seductress that will set him off his game just
a bit. One night of scorching hot passion will blaze a new trail for him and
the direction he takes.
Tiffany Winters was the ultimate
sexy kitten, seductress, take charge kinda woman. She had no need for a man. With
one exception. Steamy, hot, sweaty, passionate sex.
Melissa Foster has a well rounded
selection of books to keep you reading for months on end. But for that bit of
spice, steamy, titillating over the top, keep me coming back read the Bad
Billionaires After Dark. I have loved both books of this series that I have
read and see no reason not to return when Carson and Brett have their turn to
scorch the pages and give me something more to smolder on.
Bad
Billionaires After Dark series:
Bad Boys After Dark: Mick – Bad Billionaires After Dark, #1
Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan – Bad Billionaires After Dark, #2
Bad Boys After Dark: Carson – Bad Billionaires After Dark, #3 coming soon
Bad Boys After Dark: Brett – Bad Billionaires After Dark, #4 coming
2017
Blurb
Sinfully sexy bar owner Dylan Bad has a thing for needy women. He’s a savior, a knight in shining armor, and his mighty talented sword has no trouble bringing damsels in distress to their knees. Enter Tiffany Winters, a gorgeous cutthroat sports agent who looks like sex on legs, fucks like she’s passion personified, and wouldn’t let a man help her if she was hanging onto a ledge and he was her only hope. One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever. The question is, will either one survive?
Sinfully sexy bar owner Dylan Bad has a thing for needy women. He’s a savior, a knight in shining armor, and his mighty talented sword has no trouble bringing damsels in distress to their knees. Enter Tiffany Winters, a gorgeous cutthroat sports agent who looks like sex on legs, fucks like she’s passion personified, and wouldn’t let a man help her if she was hanging onto a ledge and he was her only hope. One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever. The question is, will either one survive?
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“What’s
your pleasure?” he asked with more than a hint of innuendo.
You.
Naked, with your head buried between my legs, to start.
“Surprise
me.” She watched him turn to prepare her drink and checked out the way his dark
slacks hugged his perfect ass. It had been a long time since she’d found a
man this attractive. But Mick Bad’s brother? That spelled
trouble.
A
minute later he slid two drinks across the bar. A cocky smile spread across his
handsome face. “One Leg Spreader and one All Night
Long.” He dragged out each seduction-laden word.
“A
little overly confident, aren’t you?” She had no qualms about taking what she
wanted—in a boardroom or a bedroom—and Dylan’s confidence was a definite
turn-on.
He
leaned across the bar, and the temperature around them spiked. “I was going to
add a Blow Job, but I wasn’t sure how much you could handle.”
She
held his challenging gaze. “I think the question is, can you keep up?”
“Dylan!”
a guy called from across the room.
Dylan
held up a finger in the guy’s direction, his eyes never leaving Tiffany’s. He
leaned in so close she could smell alcohol on his breath—and God help her, she
wanted to suck the taste off his tongue.
“Mark
my words, gorgeous, you’ll be leaving here with me tonight.”
Heat
streaked down her spine. “Cocky. I like that. Tell Mick I said
congratulations.” She dropped her eyes as if she weren’t hanging on the very
thought of devouring him, but couldn’t resist stealing another peek at the
tempting beefcake as he walked away. Okay, maybe severallong
glimpses, of which he caught two or three and returned with an
I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-you grin that had her insides igniting.
She
answered another call and a few text messages, and a short while later, Dylan’s
voice spilled like warm cognac over her shoulder.
“You
know what they say about wedding hookups?”
She
lifted her gaze as he sat on the stool beside her. “What do they
say?”
“They
say they can’t happen if you don’t put your phone away.” Dylan boldly placed
his hand on her thigh. Long, strong fingers pressed into her flesh, sending
rivers of desire to the apex of her thighs.
She
wondered how big other parts of his anatomy were, and couldn’t help stealing a
quick glance. Oh yeah, he was packing major heat. A whiff of his spicy,
masculine scent brought all her best parts pulsing to life. His scent alone
probably brought more women to their knees than the Pope, but coupled with the
sinful promises in his dark eyes, the guy was lethal.
“I
don’t put my phone down for just anyone,” she answered, still holding his gaze.
His hungry eyes dropped to her mouth, lingering there long enough to make her
salivate. “Are you as good in the bedroom as you are behind the
bar?”
“I’ll
let you be the judge of that.” He leaned closer, placing his mouth beside her
ear. “I’ll even let you hold your phone until you’re sure I’m worth it.”
Now,
that was a plan she could get on board with, except for one minor worry.
“You’re my colleague’s brother. I’m not sure you’re the smartest choice
for me tonight.”
He
flashed a wicked grin that she was sure opened many bedroom doors. “A gentleman
never tells.”
“You
might just be the perfect man.” Her phone vibrated again. She glanced at it,
noting a follow-up email from Allison, and the time. It was nearly midnight.
Dylan’s hand traveled further up her thigh, his fingertips sneaking beneath her
skirt. He was brazen, and she liked that in a man.
He
eyed her phone with a smirk and pressed his large hand to her cheek. His thumb
moved over her lower lip and hooked behind her front teeth. Her entire body
electrified as he delved deeper, brushing the tip over her tongue.
“When
I get done with you, you will have forgotten what that thing in your hand is.”
He
was smooth, practiced, and knew exactly what he was doing. Thank God.
She had so little time for sex, she couldn’t afford to waste it with a guy who
needed to be shown. Sliding her purse over her shoulder and still clutching her
phone, she turned to step off the stool. His hand traveled even higher up her
leg, a fingertip away from brushing over her sex, and she felt herself go damp.
Her pulse accelerated with the urge to slide forward on her barstool and let
him feel what he was doing to her, but she wasn’t ready to give him the upper
hand.
She
casually moved his hand and rose to her feet.
He
spoke in a greedy voice directly into her ear. “We’re going to have to change
your name.” He swung his jacket over his shoulder and guided her toward the
door.
“You’re
far too hot for Winters.” He pushed the door open and lowered his
mouth to her neck, grazing his teeth along the base—the absolute most sensitive
spot on her entire body—and sending shivers down her spine. “From now on,
you’re my Summers.”
As
her body flamed and her insides melted, her mind struggled to figure out how he
knew her name and to deny what he’d just said. She was
no man’s anything. She turned to tell him just that, and he
backed her up against the brick wall. A cool breeze sailed over her skin as he
grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head, trapping her between the wall
and his hard body. He claimed her mouth with fierce domination. The way he ate
at her mouth and his hips gyrated against hers with no care about being out in
public should have had her fighting harder to regain the upper hand. But the
harder she fought to reclaim her rational thoughts, the more she craved him.
Every part of her tingled and burned for more. Her nipples tightened to painful
peaks, her sex throbbed, and her knees weakened. She couldn’t remember the last
time she’d encountered someone so potently male, if ever, and she fucking loved
it. Shocked at her own hungry response to his ravishment, she gave in to the
unfamiliar thrills racing through her and returned his efforts with reckless
abandon. But the more she gave, the softer the kisses became, until his lips
were brushing lightly over hers, taunting her. He pulled back with every crane
of her neck as she sought more. Still restraining her arms, he put space
between their bodies. Cool air whooshed between them, causing
her nipples to prickle even more painfully with the need to be touched.
“Oh,
yes,” he said with a territorial look in his eyes. “You’re my Summers,
all right.”
As
blood began to flow to her brain again, the realization of her loss of control
was staggering. She lifted her chin and wrenched her hands free. Holding his
challenging and so-fucking-hot gaze, she grabbed hold of his loosened tie and
tugged him in for another scorching kiss. When she felt his muscles relax, she
spun him against the wall with a thud, grinning at the shock
registering in his gorgeous eyes.
“I’m
no man’s anything. But you can be my stress relief
for the next hour.” She dragged her hand down his impressively broad chest and
over his taut abs, still clutching her phone, and cupped the formidable bulge
in his trousers.
“That
is, if you can keep it up that long.”
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Author Info
Melissa
Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and
award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance,
new adult romance, and women's fiction with emotionally compelling characters
that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional
journeys are lovingly erotic, perfect beach reads, and always family
oriented.
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