game?”
“Which one is Crazwalski?”
“The one in the office you knew from the club.”
“He’s hot.” A little shorter than Jake, wiry but well-muscled, beautiful hazel eyes. Probably deadly to boot. Tia could work with this Crazwalski guy. “I can work with hot.”
“Charlotte says he has quite the range of sexual needs. She’s been his partner short-term, so she would know, not that she’d give him the time of day. You don’t want that.” My, Jake looked…jealous.
“And that would scare me away? Seriously?” Tia snorted. “Anyway, I wouldn’t plan on fucking him.”
Jake growled. “Tia. Darkest fantasy or home. Pick.”
Tia sighed. What choice did she have? Jake offered her pleasure, a proper orgasm. And though she didn’t approve of the mess he’d gotten himself into, she didn’t want him to get killed. She didn’t allow her body to vote, but if it had one, she’d definitely be outvoted. Every inch of her wanted him to fuck her senseless, and as far as her body was concerned, he could start the long weekend right now, here, in the back seat.
Yep, she had no choice. She sighed. “I know I’m going to regret this, but I’ll go.”
Chapter Four
Tia had no clue where home was, but she was headed there, with Jake. They’d each gone back to their respective apartments and grabbed what they needed, meeting again at the parking complex an hour later. She’d packed sparingly—what did one need for a weekend of sex? She made sure she included the crotchless panties and bra he loved so much. That would make for a very fun fantasy.
Jake drove, the city limits disappearing, turning suburban and then rural. He always seemed comfortable wherever he was, be it in a Parisian bar or his truck, his arm out the window, tapping his fingers to the beat of the song on the radio.
They made idle chatter, and she was surprised that he wasn’t at all what she expected. He was a Texas boy, the middle of five—all brothers—raised on a ranch outside Houston by his no-nonsense mother. Though he never said, Tia guessed his dad had passed away at some point, and all hell had broken loose. His mother had gone through countless sets of Rosary beads praying for no grandchildren and no jail time for her wild boys.
Somehow, Jake had survived childhood to go on to college. He had been a pilot in the military, decided it wasn’t for him and went the spy route instead of going the commercial airlines route when he was done. He was also considerate and very funny, and she found herself at ease. She offered little about herself. How does one explain how she went from the daughter of drunken, drugged white trash to where she was today?
How screwed up was her life? She knew more about this man in bed than she did personally. Jake got off on kink, just like she did, but he loved role-play the most, especially if the role-play involved bondage, gags, and toys. She liked Jake in bed—a lot. She liked him enough to have seen him exclusively since they met six months ago. Maybe she’d like him as a friend as well.
“I have a secret,” he said conspiratorially. “Since you’ve been a good girl, I’ll share with you.”
She arched a brow.
“My little brother is Aaron James.”
“Get out.” There wasn’t a woman under thirty, maybe even fifty who hadn’t heard the name. Aaron James was a hot, new actor. Early thirties, incredibly gorgeous, very talented. She studied Jake closer now. Jake was just as attractive, and if he went a bit darker on the hair… Tia sucked in a breath. Good lord, Jake could pass for his twin.
“He ditched the Anderson for a SAG thing. James is his middle name.”
“There might be a family resemblance.”
“Kind of you to notice,” he said with a grin. “I look more like him than his twin does.”
“There are two of Aaron?” That would mean there were three incredibly hot men in the Anderson family. It’s a wonder Texas wasn’t filled with women staking claims on the land
“Which one is Crazwalski?”
“The one in the office you knew from the club.”
“He’s hot.” A little shorter than Jake, wiry but well-muscled, beautiful hazel eyes. Probably deadly to boot. Tia could work with this Crazwalski guy. “I can work with hot.”
“Charlotte says he has quite the range of sexual needs. She’s been his partner short-term, so she would know, not that she’d give him the time of day. You don’t want that.” My, Jake looked…jealous.
“And that would scare me away? Seriously?” Tia snorted. “Anyway, I wouldn’t plan on fucking him.”
Jake growled. “Tia. Darkest fantasy or home. Pick.”
Tia sighed. What choice did she have? Jake offered her pleasure, a proper orgasm. And though she didn’t approve of the mess he’d gotten himself into, she didn’t want him to get killed. She didn’t allow her body to vote, but if it had one, she’d definitely be outvoted. Every inch of her wanted him to fuck her senseless, and as far as her body was concerned, he could start the long weekend right now, here, in the back seat.
Yep, she had no choice. She sighed. “I know I’m going to regret this, but I’ll go.”
Chapter Four
Tia had no clue where home was, but she was headed there, with Jake. They’d each gone back to their respective apartments and grabbed what they needed, meeting again at the parking complex an hour later. She’d packed sparingly—what did one need for a weekend of sex? She made sure she included the crotchless panties and bra he loved so much. That would make for a very fun fantasy.
Jake drove, the city limits disappearing, turning suburban and then rural. He always seemed comfortable wherever he was, be it in a Parisian bar or his truck, his arm out the window, tapping his fingers to the beat of the song on the radio.
They made idle chatter, and she was surprised that he wasn’t at all what she expected. He was a Texas boy, the middle of five—all brothers—raised on a ranch outside Houston by his no-nonsense mother. Though he never said, Tia guessed his dad had passed away at some point, and all hell had broken loose. His mother had gone through countless sets of Rosary beads praying for no grandchildren and no jail time for her wild boys.
Somehow, Jake had survived childhood to go on to college. He had been a pilot in the military, decided it wasn’t for him and went the spy route instead of going the commercial airlines route when he was done. He was also considerate and very funny, and she found herself at ease. She offered little about herself. How does one explain how she went from the daughter of drunken, drugged white trash to where she was today?
How screwed up was her life? She knew more about this man in bed than she did personally. Jake got off on kink, just like she did, but he loved role-play the most, especially if the role-play involved bondage, gags, and toys. She liked Jake in bed—a lot. She liked him enough to have seen him exclusively since they met six months ago. Maybe she’d like him as a friend as well.
“I have a secret,” he said conspiratorially. “Since you’ve been a good girl, I’ll share with you.”
She arched a brow.
“My little brother is Aaron James.”
“Get out.” There wasn’t a woman under thirty, maybe even fifty who hadn’t heard the name. Aaron James was a hot, new actor. Early thirties, incredibly gorgeous, very talented. She studied Jake closer now. Jake was just as attractive, and if he went a bit darker on the hair… Tia sucked in a breath. Good lord, Jake could pass for his twin.
“He ditched the Anderson for a SAG thing. James is his middle name.”
“There might be a family resemblance.”
“Kind of you to notice,” he said with a grin. “I look more like him than his twin does.”
“There are two of Aaron?” That would mean there were three incredibly hot men in the Anderson family. It’s a wonder Texas wasn’t filled with women staking claims on the land
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