Your Wicked Game‪ ‬

Taking risks is what day-trader Olivia Blake's life is all about. Well, at least financially. Personally is another story. It takes the draw of a card for her to approach the man she's pined over, her brother-in-law, Ty. EMT Ty Wilcox spends his days rescuing people who toss caution to the wind and get injured--or worse--in the process. Playing it safe is the only way to live. But after seeing Olivia in a skimpy dress that almost covers her vitals, he’s ready to teach Olivia a thing or two about the danger, and pleasure, of playing games. (Previously Published as PRIVATE GAMES)SAMPLEIf there was a single part of her that wasn’t tingling, Olivia couldn’t name it. Thanks to lively conversation, delicious food, and a man so sexy her panties were sopping, there wasn’t a single cell in her body that wasn’t tense, energized and waiting for release. Play-it-safe or not, Ty did things to her no man had ever done. A slight glimmer in his eye made her heart jump into overdrive. A tiny lift in his voice made her shudder. A brushing touch made her pussy throb. Her whole body yearned to be close to him, as if any bit of space between them was too much. And she wasn’t afraid to show him exactly how she felt. Playing this dangerous game with him—a game of risk and seduction—was excruciatingly exciting. Never had she been so bold! But it was paying off in huge dividends. Here they were, at her front door, and she knew what was going to happen next. He pressed his body against her back as she turned toward the door to unlock it, and instinctively her hips tilted back until her bottom was fitted snug against his arousal. Oh! She rocked her hips and he groaned, bringing a satisfied smile to her lips. She had the feeling this would be the most intense, incredible, teeth-gnashing lovemaking of her life. It couldn’t come too soon. “Here we are.” Foam carryout box in one hand, she turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. No sooner did she step inside than Ty’s hands were exploring every part of her. Breasts, ass, face. Fingers tangled in her hair at the back of her head, tugging until she dropped her head back. His lips kissed her neck while tongue and teeth gave birth to shivers and goose bumps. Overwhelmed, feeling ravished—and loving it—she spun around, reached out, gripped whatever part of him she could reach and held on as he back-stepped her until her spine was pressed against the wall. His knee wedged between her legs and feeling wanton, she rocked her hips back and forth, trying to rub away the throbbing ache. Then he lifted his head, looked at her through glazed eyes and pressed his mouth to hers in a fierce kiss. No effort was made to hold back. His tongue lashed wildly in her mouth as his hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them. She returned his passion, dropping one hand between their bodies to find the swelling at the front of his pants and rubbed. He growled into her mouth, a welcome reward, then drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked it. She felt the dampness of her arousal cooling her flaming pussy but it didn’t help diminish it. She needed more. She needed his cock deep inside. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “Let’s go to the bedroom, close the front door before the neighbors get out their video recorders.”