Decadent by Shayla Black Page B

stepped her strappy-sandaled feet into the hall.
    His good ol’ cuz had been like a panting puppy with the promise of a new toy all afternoon. He’d sweet-talked Wiletta, their old housekeeper, into a midweek sprucing up. Luc had also spent the last four hours preparing some gourmet chicken dish Deke couldn’t pronounce. And dessert—some complicated chocolate torte thing with strawberries. Deke shook his head. Luc had bought four cartons of the berries and handpicked a mere few for the confection.
    Deke doubted they’d make it to dessert.

    Shayla Black Decadent He didn’t have to ask why all the effort on Luc’s part. His cousin wanted to believe they’d finally found the woman who could complete them, discounting the fact that no sane woman would want to play house permanently with a former Army Ranger and a temperamental chef. Apparently, Luc had also forgotten the thousands of times Deke had insisted he didn’t want a permanent relationship.
    Still, his cousin persisted in hoping Kimber was theirs.
    Who knew why? Deke had pointed out repeatedly they wouldn’t be sinking their cocks into Kimber’s sweet pussy. That she was, in fact, coming here merely to experience a ménage so she could be prepared to please another man. None of that mattered. Luc was still convinced Kimber could be The One. Sweetly curious, soft on the outside with a tough inner core, Kimber was everything Luc insisted was perfect for a life with two difficult men.
    Deke snorted. Yeah, this sure was headed for a fairy-tale ending. Not . But Luc 56
    would have to figure that out for himself. Deke was tired of pointing out the obvious. Still, he admitted privately there was something about Kimber that utterly flipped his switch.
    Grimacing at the hard-on straining the fucking slacks Luc had insisted he wear, he lifted his beer for a long swallow. Hell, he was as hard as he could ever remember being and he’d done nothing more than watch Kimber walk through his door with a hesitant smile.
    “Hi.”
    Her voice was breathy, soft, a little shaky. Good. She had every reason to be nervous. He was. His insides were like a lit powder keg on a short fuse. What would happen to his restraint and self-control after he and Luc laid her out on the bed?
    Kaboom .

    Shayla Black Decadent He was all jacked up on adrenaline, just as he was after a mission. He needed to fuck, and he could only deny it for so long. Worse, the need seemed fixated on her.
    It wasn’t a matter of if she begged to be fucked, but when. And when she begged for a hard cock in her pussy…could he keep to his vow to leave her a virgin?
    Despite his tough talk, he wasn’t sure.
    Could he fuck her, claim her, and risk the consequences?
    Hell no! No more risks where virgins were concerned. Abso-fucking-lutely not.
    Never again. She’d learn what they could teach in two weeks and be gone. He’d resist…somehow.
    “Come in,” Luc said, taking the duffle bag that weighed down her slender arm and setting it in the hall. “We’re glad you’re here. I’m thrilled you’ve agreed to stay with us.”
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    And if Luc had his way, Kimber would never leave.
    “Thanks for changing your mind.”
    She looked self-conscious, tucking her silky reddish hair behind one ear, her hazel eyes darting around the living room and into the kitchen.
    Her gaze found his, and their stares connected. At the visual jolt of electricity, she sucked in a breath. He felt her gaze like a sucker punch to the gut and a hard tug on his cock.
    Oh, hell. He was in major shit here.
    Luc tucked Kimber’s hand in his and led her to the kitchen.
    “My mind never needed changing. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve always been welcome.”

    Shayla Black Decadent Thanks for the public hanging, cuz .
    “Deke.” His name trembled from her lips. The sound went straight to his dick. Not trusting himself to keep quiet every dirty thought screaming inside his head, he just nodded.
    “Wine?” Luc asked her, leading her deeper