He’s my rock star crush, my
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Lacey
Malcolm
Strong is the perfect rock star wet dream.
Broad
shoulders, inked arms, those piercing blue eyes….
His words
are poetry.
His voice
is s*x.
He could
have any woman he wants.
And he
wants me.
No
feelings.
No
strings attached.
I’m game.
But my
heart won’t get in line.
Mal
Lacey is
as sweet as she is sassy.
Her
innocent brown eyes call all my attention.
She’s
supposed to be working on our music video.
Which
means I’m not supposed to be picturing her naked.
Spread
eagle.
Screaming
my name loud enough to wake the neighbors.
I only
have one rule: this is staying physical.
But
there’s something about Lacey...
I want
her heart as much as I want her body.
***Dangerous
Fling is a standalone romance set within the Dangerous Noise series***
EXCERPT
I'm not supposed to get
ideas about Mal and I being together.
About this being more
than sex.
But my head is flush
with thoughts of the future. Of more. Of all of him.
His gaze shifts from my
eyes to my lips to my chest. "Where has that dress been?"
"Waiting for a
nice occasion." I push past the flush in my cheeks. "I don't think
I've ever worn it."
"Why'd you buy
it?" His eyes lock with mine. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Every so often, I
get these ideas of some fantasy life I could lead. Maybe it's the filmmaker
dreamer thing. This one… well, it came with these heels and black lace
lingerie."
He raises a brow like
he's considering demanding a look at said lingerie.
"I thought, maybe,
this would make Adam want me." I pressed my lips together. Already, I can
feel the sting of rejection in my fingertips. I can taste its bitterness on my
tongue. "It didn't."
"That's on
him."
I swallow hard.
"Maybe."
Mal's voice drops an
octave. "Lacey, tell me what I have to do to convince you he was an idiot
and I'll do it."
"I don't
know."
"You were right to
leave."
My breath catches in my
throat. This is not the conversation I want to have right now. Already, my skin
is crawling. "I don't know—"
"I do." He
shifts out of his side of the booth and slides next to me. His knee presses
against mine. His fingertips skim the hem of my dress.
Thoughts slip away at
an alarming rate.
I can't think with Mal
this close.
God, he smells good.
He leans down to bring
his lips to my ear. "You have any idea how much you drive me out of my
mind?"
"No," I
breathe. I'm not sure I have any ideas right now. I'm not sure I'll ever have
another idea with the way my thoughts are screaming Need. Mal. Now.
He wants me.
Even though it's clear
as day, it feels impossible.
"I was hard the
entire drive to your place." He pushes my dress up a few inches. His
fingertips skim my inner thigh. "Thinking about sliding my hand between
your legs." He drags his fingertips higher. "Thinking about driving
my fingers into your slick cunt."
I shudder from his
touch.
"Thinking about
bending you over my knee and rolling your dress to your waist…" He presses
his lips to my neck with a soft kiss. Then a hard one.
His fingers mover
higher, higher, almost. Fuck.
"Mal," I
breathe.
"You want me to
spank you, baby?"
"I… yes, I think
so."
"To tie you
up?"
I nod.
He drags his lips over
the edge of my jaw as he pulls back. His blue eyes fix on me. He studies my
expression like it's poetry. "You liked the mix of pain and
pleasure."
My cheeks flush. My sex
clenches.
Mal's pupils dilate.
I'm reacting to him. He's reacting to me. It's fucking poetry.
He rubs me over my
panties. His expression screams I bet you wish you followed orders right now.
"I love how
earnest you are about this." His voice is a low growl. "It drives me
out of my mind."
"Really?"
"Joel always says
I like ingenues."
"Do you?"
"I like you."
He drags his lips over my neck. "You're the sexiest woman in the entire
universe. You should feel it."
I swallow hard.
"I'm going to make
you feel like you deserve every drop of my desire." He strokes me over my
panties. "I want to make you feel so much pleasure you can't take it,
Lacey."
God, that impossibly
soft touch, the heat of his breath, the low, demanding voice… It's official.
Mal's a sex god. My fantasies were right.
Meet Crystal
Crystal Kaswell is the author of the Sinful Serenade series.
She writes steamy new adult romance with flawed characters. She loves police
procedurals, tea, and The Hunger Games series. She lives in Portland, OR with
her husband.
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