About That Night

Thank God she still had her dress on; otherwise, Smug Dimples would’ve seen her nipples go instantly hard right then.

Playing it cool, she stepped between his legs, then reached back and unzipped her dress. While holding his gaze, she slipped one strap over her shoulder, then the other. Then, ever so slowly, she slid the fabric over the cups of her strapless bra, past her stomach, and over her hips and let it fall to the floor at her feet.

Kyle’s eyes burned a path over every inch of her, taking in her ivory silk bra and matching panties. “You are so fucking beautiful, Ryla

“If you insist.” With a slight smile, she reached back and unhooked the clasp of her bra. She eased the cups off her breasts, and then dropped the bra onto the floor, next to her dress.

Kyle said nothing for a moment, just looking at her. Then he beckoned with his hand. “Come here.”

She shook her head. “I’m not finished yet.”

“Come here anyway.”

She kicked off her heels and straddled his lap, settling his thick erection between her legs.

His jaw twitched as he gazed at her through hooded eyes. “Kiss me.”

Feeling slightly scandalous—but also very sexy—being nearly naked while he was still fully dressed, Ryla

“Good-girl prosecutors shouldn’t tease a man who’s been in prison,” he warned in a low voice.

She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “I thought we’d already established that I’m not going to be a good girl tonight.”

She smiled slyly when she felt his erection twitch between her legs—then bit back a gasp when his hands slid to her breasts.

“Let’s find out what bad-girl prosecutors like, then.” He brushed his thumbs across her taut, sensitive nipples in a slow, maddening pace. She closed her eyes and exhaled unsteadily, then moaned moments later when his mouth replaced his hands.

“Kyle…” She tangled her fingers in his hair, arching back as his tongue licked one nipple and then the other, turning them into stiff, aching peaks.

“I’m going to make you feel so damn good tonight, baby,” he murmured. As if to prove just that, he teased her breasts with his lips, teeth, and tongue until she began rocking gently in his lap, needing more.

“Hold on to me,” he whispered.

She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and held on tight as he got up from the chair and carried her to the bed. He set her on top of the covers, gazing down at her with a scorching-hot look as he began to undress, first his jacket and shirt, then all the rest.

Over the years, Ryla

None of her fantasies came close to the real thing.

As he stood naked before her, she unabashedly took in every hard, chiseled inch—the firm chest, tight abs, lean hips, and strong, muscular thighs—and came to one inescapable conclusion.

Prison did a body good.

Her eyes traveled down to his erection, big and hard and ready to go. With a knowing grin, Kyle moved over her on the bed and hooked his fingers around the waist of her panties. He pulled them down, slid them off her legs, and then sat back and looked at her.

“Perfect,” he said huskily.

He lowered himself onto his forearms and kissed her, his hand moving between her thighs. Ryla

“You’re so wet.” He added a finger and began moving them in a smooth, torturous pace. “That’s going to be my cock in a minute.”

“Kyle.” She pressed instinctively against his hand as he made her body burn.

“Touch me, Ryla

He rolled onto his side and she followed, all too happy to oblige that particular request. She slid her hands over his chest, down his stomach, then heard the catch in his breath as she continued downward.

He closed his eyes and moaned when she wrapped her hand around his shaft. “God, yes…”

He was hard and throbbing as she smoothed her thumb over the head, then she began stroking him in the same smooth, slow pace he’d used on her. She leaned forward and kissed him, her nipples brushing against his chest as their tongues tangled. She stroked and teased, hearing his breath turn more and more ragged.

Suddenly, he rolled her onto her back and pi

Hot flames licked at her body. “Please tell me you have something.”

In answer, he reached over and yanked open a drawer on his nightstand. He ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom on, then moved between her legs.

He settled the tip of his erection right at her warm, wet entrance and spread her legs wider with his knee. Then he slowly entered her, filling her completely, until he was fully buried inside.

“Christ, you are so damn sweet,” he groaned. He clenched his jaw as he began to move. “I’m going to be inside you all night,” he said in a guttural voice. He pi

“Yes,” she breathed as she arched to meet him. Together, they found their rhythm, and right as she was getting close, Kyle sat back on his knees and teased her with short, shallow thrusts.

“I want to see you when you come,” he said, reaching down and stroking her between her legs. Ryla

She gasped against his mouth, her legs shaking. His hands were firm, pressing her against him in just the right way, and she knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. She whimpered when the second climax hit her, and then he picked up the pace, their bodies moving together, until he gripped her hips and growled as he exploded deep inside her.

They stayed entwined like that for several moments, both panting, until Ryla

There was a proud spark in his eyes. “So?”

She smiled. “Okay. Maybe a little bit better than ‘not bad’ this time.”

“You know, you really are a burr up my ass.”

Ryla

Twenty-one

WHEN RYLANN WOKE up and felt the warm, hard body next to her, for a split second she thought she was back in San Francisco with Jon.

But as her eyes fluttered open and she took in the scene—shades pulled down over floor-to-ceiling windows; plush, taupe covers and oversized pillows on the bed; enormous plasma television on the wall—she suddenly remembered.

Kyle.

As the soft morning light filtered in through the shades, the reality of the situation hit her.

She’d slept with an ex-con.

And not just any ex-con—she’d slept with the Twitter Terrorist, one of the most famous convicted felons to be prosecuted in recent years by the very office she worked for. A man who, just one day ago, had been her witness.