She turned to him, her chin high, her footsteps shaky as she strode forward on her stiletto heels.

“Should I prepare to be slapped?” Brute muttered.

T.J. shook his head. “No.” That wasn’t anger in her eyes.

She didn’t stop her progression. She came at him, climbing onto the couch and straddling his hips.

“Enjoying your dan—”

She cut off his words with a kiss. A wild, passionate kiss that had her tongue sneaking into his mouth to tangle with his. She ran her fingers through his hair, her other hand gripping his shoulder, digging her nails deep.

“Why did you give your phone to Brute?” She moaned into his mouth, her hips gyrating, the vibrations of the sex toy pulsing into his shaft.

“I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I don’t.” She mewled, driving him insane with the rough way she ground against him. “Oh, God, I don’t.”

Leo cursed and Brute’s finger began to tap against the screen again.

“Wait! Stop.” Cassie glanced up at Brute, her eyes imploring. “Please. Don’t turn it down.”

Asshole. T.J. knew exactly what his friend was doing.

“Brute,” Cassie begged. “I need it harder. Please. Do it harder.

“You hear that, Tate?” Brute boasted. “Your wife is begging me to give it to her harder.”

“You’re fucking predictable.” T.J. shook his head, and ground his teeth together. “Would you hurry the fuck up, so I don’t make a fool out of myself?”

Brute tapped a few more times, creating a harsh vibration in Cassie’s pussy that pulsated all the way through him. He wasn’t sure he was going to make it out unscathed. He was dying to have her. To sink into her.

She moaned, her arms gripping tight around his neck. “I can’t breathe.” She was panting, rocking her hips back and forth, snaking her tongue out to wet her dry lips. “I need more.”

“Sorry,” Brute grated, the sound of arousal heavy in his voice. “That’s as high as it goes, sweetheart.”

Shay strode forward, her slender frame coming to stand at Cassie’s back. She peered down at T.J., a familiar gleam in her eyes. “Need help?”

Fuck. If Cassie didn’t quit gyrating over his cock and come soon, he was going to explode. There was no question about it. He’d either have to take himself in hand or figure out a way to get his wife’s pants off in a hurry. “Yes.”

Leo cursed again. This time louder.

Shay turned her focus to her boyfriend and smirked as she brushed the hair back from Cassie’s neck. “It’s just a kiss.” She leaned down, brushing her mouth at the low of Cassie’s neck.

“You’ve got ten seconds to get over here.” Leo began counting down, his tone becoming harsher the lower the numbers fell.

“And if I don’t?”

“Jesus Christ,” Brute snapped. “Would you take this somewhere else? Can’t you see I’m trying to work my magic here?”

Shay held up her hands in surrender and sauntered toward Leo, taking her steps nice and slow. “You’re on your own, Cass.”

Cassie whimpered, once, twice, then sunk her teeth into T.J.’s neck as every muscle in her body clung to him, holding tight. She stopped breathing. Then her body began to shudder, the orgasm hitting her as she rocked into him.

Breathe. Focus. Do not come. Do. Not. Come.

“Just think of me, buddy,” Brute whispered in his ear.

That did the trick. Somewhat. He glanced over his shoulder and snatched his phone back, lowering the vibration settings as Cassie began to settle in to his chest, her exhalations a constant stroke over his skin.

He closed the app, locked his phone and threw it onto the seat at his side, mere inches from Leo who now had his girlfriend straddling his lap. Their mouths were joined, their bodies chest to chest as Leo cupped Shay’s face in his hands.

“This is getting old.” Brute huffed. “I need to go get laid before we close up. I’ll see you all later.”

T.J. inclined his head and clutched the woman in his arms tightly. He held her close, enjoying the adoration that took over the need for pleasure. They weren’t back to normal. They were back at the beginning. Going on date nights, reigniting puppy love and mixing it with the years of commitment they already had.

It was a blessed combination.

“Let’s go home,” he murmured into her hair.

She pushed her hands against his chest and pulled back to stare at him. “You don’t want to stay?”

“Not tonight.” He shook his head. They had years to spend in here. To have fun with friends and strangers. He wanted to be greedy. For the rest of the night, he would have her all to himself. And maybe every other night until she grew tired of his affection. “I want to take you home and show you just how much I love you.”

Her eyes twinkled. “You haven’t stopped doing that for the last three weeks.”

“No.” He smiled, brushing his lips over hers. “And I never will.”

About the Author

Eden Summers is a true-blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick-witted husband.

In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind.

Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.

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The Vault series

A Shot of Sin

Throw back a shot of pure pleasure.

Vault of Sin, Book 1

Leo Petrova is between a rock and the hard place in his pants. Shot of Sin, the night club he owns with his two best friends, is short one bartender downstairs. The only available replacement is the upstairs bar manager—the one woman Leo knows he can’t take downstairs, can’t have, can’t touch. The one time he gave in to temptation convinced Leo that Shay’s no match for his sexual demands.

Only a select few know Shot of Sin’s guilty secret, that beneath the packed dance floor lies a very private sex club—the Vault. The place Leo can let his sexual proclivities run wild.

Shay Porter is curious as to why her boss, the king of mixed messages, seems almost desperate to keep her from discovering what’s on the other side of the guarded door at the back of the club.

Sliding out of her comfort zone and into Leo’s arms risks everything. Their friendship, the Vault, and most of all, their hearts.

Warning: This sex club does not carry the government’s stamp of approval. Contains devilish debauchery, delightful deviance, and dancing on the edge of the darkest of sexual desires.

The fire in the heart is the hardest to fight.

Outback Skies, Book 2

Harsh, rugged and unforgiving, the Australian Outback is the perfect place for Evan Alexander to hide. Up in the air, fighting fires from the cockpit of his helicopter, no one sees the scars that run clear down to his soul.

When a massive fire breaks out in a nearby national park, Wallaby Ridge becomes a media staging ground, and Evan’s daring piloting skills the center of attention. Evan finds it easy to dodge every reporter—except one. A woman from his past.

Jenna McGrath can’t believe the quiet, withdrawn man declared a hero is the same arrogant, cocky pilot she fell in love with six years ago. A cruel betrayal caused Jenna to remove herself from his world, but she’s never been able to erase him from her memories.

Their long-suppressed attraction reignites, but the walls Evan has built around himself are high. And while Jenna easily overlooks the scars on his body, she begins to wonder if molten desire is enough to melt the emotional scars binding his heart.