Desert Angel (Family Justice Book 2) by Suzanne Halliday Page B

He’s already got one foot in Atlanta and it’s only a matter of time before he gives in and goes to claim what belongs to him.”
    Meghan frowned and made that half-smirk he loved. “Victoria knows nothing about any so-called foot, ” she drawled, “being in Atlanta. She says Stephanie is putting on a happy face but so far, there is no sign that your uncle has come to his damn senses. I’d say that makes your success rate pretty low.”
    He snickered, enjoying how she managed to keep him on his toes with her balls out attitude. Submit to him—she most certainly would—but first, she was going to shoot off a whole litany of comments and innuendos.
    “You know,” he drawled while kneading handfuls of her ass, “we may be in the only room in this whole Villa where you haven’t been tied to some furniture and fucked.”
    “Alex,” she gasped. “ Shhh! ”
    “Hey. It was your idea after all. Too late to feign shyness,” he taunted.
    Her eyes flared and she sank into him with a deep sigh. Lowering hers for the briefest moment, she blushed sweetly then met his gaze head-on.
    “Yes, well . . . where I envisioned a single scene, you made it an all-day affair.”
    Alex chuckled at the erotic memory and leaned in for a nuzzle. She’d wanted to take advantage of their limited privacy before the wedding, and he’d pretty much taken that ball and ran with it. For a hundred-yard touchdown.
    The light bondage games they indulged in that he knew she enjoyed offered endless scenarios. When it came time to pick one or two, he’d opted for seven full innings of sexy playtime. Per her stated desires, she’d alternately been bound, blindfolded, and completely sensory deprived with earplugs. A little at a time and all at once. He’d bathed her. Fed her. Teased, fingered, licked, and fucked throughout an entire day.
    Recalling the curvaceous beauty tied to a chair in his office, completely naked while he pretended to work, made his cock throb. During that scene, he’d left the blindfold, and instead of the earplugs, he’d filled the room with a Pink Floyd song he’d told her was like an instant hard-on for him.
    She sat there, listening and anticipating what was coming next. Watching her nipples pucker, seeing her squirm knowing that she was making the leather seat wet as her excitement built had been deeply satisfying. So too had keeping her hands bound when he pushed her down onto the thick carpet and taken her on her knees.
    Coming out of the sexy reverie he grunted, “Maybe, if I’m lucky, Angie will knock Parker the fuck out and they’ll both storm out of here.” He bit her gently under her ear then quickly licked the same spot. “Then I can lay you out with your hands and feet tied to the table and have a private feast. Something sweet, sticky, and delicious.”
    Alex delighted in the shudder that rolled through Meghan’s body. He knew that if he continued on, whispering wickedly about her luscious body, he could make her come with just his words. She was that responsive to him.
    “Baby,” she whimpered while clutching at his shirt. “Please tell me you know what you’re doing. I like your sister and I know how close you are to Parker.”
    Alex sighed. “I’m working off instinct, honey.”
    She looked at him skeptically.
    “Tell you what,” he urged her with a conspiratorial wink, “when they come back, you watch. Look past the surface stuff and you’ll see. There’s something going on with those two. I don’t know what, but it’s there. You know that part of Angie’s story where she goes to college in D.C.? Well, Parker was the designated family protector while she was spreading her wings. But since then? It’s like they never met. It’s weird.”
    “So what? You’re forcing the issue by throwing them together? I don’t know how smart that sounds.”
    “It was Angie who suggested she come here now. To help you with the wedding. She knows Parker is part of our life—part of Family Justice.