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When her boss interrupts her date and has her pinned against a fire door “What the heck are you doing?” she asks He stares at her, his jaw twitching and his mouth tight. Goosebumps break out all over her flesh. “I think the more pertinent question is what the hell are you doing, Miss Ryder?” “I’m on a date.” She snaps He growls. “Yes, I can effing see that.” She shakes her head in astonishment. “What does that even have to do with you?” He draws a breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring. “It has everything to do with me. If he touches you again, I’m going to send him to the Chicago office. If he’s lucky. I might even open an office in Siberia just to get rid of him.” “Touch me? He barely brushed my hand.” His tongue, his wickedly sinful tongue, darts out, and he runs it over his bottom lip. “I. Don’t. Care.” Anger simmers beneath her skin. Just because he gave her the best orgasms of my life, the kind that only usually happen in movies and books, doesn’t mean he gets to act like a psycho. “So you don’t want me, but no one else can have me? Is that it? You don’t want to touch me, but nobody else can either?” He steps forward until his body is barely a millimeter from hers. The slightest movement from either of them and his chest would be flush against hers. “You think that I don’t want you?” She tips her jaw and tries her best to maintain a semblance of composure. “You made that very clear.” H

When her boss interrupts her date and has her pinned against a fire door “What the heck are you doing?” she asks He stares at her, his jaw twitching and his mouth tight. Goosebumps break out all over her flesh. “I think the more pertinent question is what the hell are you doing, Miss Ryder?” “I’m on a date.” She snaps He growls. “Yes, I can effing see that.” She shakes her head in astonishment. “What does that even have to do with you?” He draws a breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring. “It has everything to do with me. If he touches you again, I’m going to send him to the Chicago office. If he’s lucky. I might even open an office in Siberia just to get rid of him.” “Touch me? He barely brushed my hand.” His tongue, his wickedly sinful tongue, darts out, and he runs it over his bottom lip. “I. Don’t. Care.” Anger simmers beneath her skin. Just because he gave her the best orgasms of my life, the kind that only usually happen in movies and books, doesn’t mean he gets to act like a psycho. “So you don’t want me, but no one else can have me? Is that it? You don’t want to touch me, but nobody else can either?” He steps forward until his body is barely a millimeter from hers. The slightest movement from either of them and his chest would be flush against hers. “You think that I don’t want you?” She tips her jaw and tries her best to maintain a semblance of composure. “You made that very clear.” H

When her boss interrupts her date and has her pinned against a fire door “What the heck are you doing?” she asks He stares at her, his jaw twitching and his mouth tight. Goosebumps break out all over her flesh. “I think the more pertinent question is what the hell are you doing, Miss Ryder?” “I’m on a date.” She snaps He growls. “Yes, I can effing see that.” She shakes her head in astonishment. “What does that even have to do with you?” He draws a breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring. “It has everything to do with me. If he touches you again, I’m going to send him to the Chicago office. If he’s lucky. I might even open an office in Siberia just to get rid of him.” “Touch me? He barely brushed my hand.” His tongue, his wickedly sinful tongue, darts out, and he runs it over his bottom lip. “I. Don’t. Care.” Anger simmers beneath her skin. Just because he gave her the best orgasms of my life, the kind that only usually happen in movies and books, doesn’t mean he gets to act like a psycho. “So you don’t want me, but no one else can have me? Is that it? You don’t want to touch me, but nobody else can either?” He steps forward until his body is barely a millimeter from hers. The slightest movement from either of them and his chest would be flush against hers. “You think that I don’t want you?” She tips her jaw and tries her best to maintain a semblance of composure. “You made that very clear.” H

OMG this book scene! Imagine this. I ran into an old college friend while on a date, and now my husband is absolutely LIVID 😳 My old friend pulls me in for a hug and I stiffen, not comfortable with the sudden touch. “Do you mind taking your hands off my effing wife?” I try to take a step back so I can untangle myself from his embrace, but he holds tight. “Craig, this is my husband, Nathan.” “Your husband, huh?” He looks down, flashing me a grin while still holding onto me before he looks over my shoulder at Nathan. “If you don’t take your hand off my wife’s @/ss right now, I will break every bone in both freaking hands.” I manage to escape his grip and Craig leaves. Turning to my husband, I glare at him. “He was an old friend, and you acted like a possessive jerkwad because he hugged me. Yet women are allowed to hug you, and when I question that, you …” He circles his hand around my wrist as he asks me to continue. “If I recall correctly, you said something about curbing my bad attitude.” His expression darkens. “And I’ll do it again if I need to. Right here at this table.” My lip trembles, but I glare defiantly. “You wouldn’t dare.” “I’d love nothing more than to put you over my knee and sp/4nk the attitude out of you, corazón.” “So do it,” I challenge. He holds my gaze for a few seconds, then calls the restaurant manager to our table. When he returns, he tells me the manager is clearing out th

OMG this book scene! Imagine this. I ran into an old college friend while on a date, and now my husband is absolutely LIVID 😳 My old friend pulls me in for a hug and I stiffen, not comfortable with the sudden touch. “Do you mind taking your hands off my effing wife?” I try to take a step back so I can untangle myself from his embrace, but he holds tight. “Craig, this is my husband, Nathan.” “Your husband, huh?” He looks down, flashing me a grin while still holding onto me before he looks over my shoulder at Nathan. “If you don’t take your hand off my wife’s @/ss right now, I will break every bone in both freaking hands.” I manage to escape his grip and Craig leaves. Turning to my husband, I glare at him. “He was an old friend, and you acted like a possessive jerkwad because he hugged me. Yet women are allowed to hug you, and when I question that, you …” He circles his hand around my wrist as he asks me to continue. “If I recall correctly, you said something about curbing my bad attitude.” His expression darkens. “And I’ll do it again if I need to. Right here at this table.” My lip trembles, but I glare defiantly. “You wouldn’t dare.” “I’d love nothing more than to put you over my knee and sp/4nk the attitude out of you, corazón.” “So do it,” I challenge. He holds my gaze for a few seconds, then calls the restaurant manager to our table. When he returns, he tells me the manager is clearing out th

OMG this book scene! Her husband came home to surprise his newly wedded wife so he came home earlier than expected only to find her getting a massage from her cousin and he’s not happy about it. ***This book scene is the husbands POV :open_mouth:*** “I’ll call you tomorrow, Goose,” he shouts over his shoulder on his way out the door. I arch an eyebrow at my wife, repeating the nickname. She folds her arms over her chest, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your wife?” “You are my effing wife,” I remind her. She leans against the kitchen counter, observing me. “You seemed all kinds of jealous just then, Ice.” I close the distance between us, and she tilts her head back, giving me a defiant stare. “Well, I came home early from my trip and heard you moaning ‘yeah, right there’ to some guy. What the heck was I supposed to think?” She crosses her arms, telling me she’s not a cheater. “Well, maybe if I knew what your schmex moans sounded like, I would have realized that immediately.” She grins, telling me not to feel bad. “Very few guys have heard my actual schmex moans.” The thought of her with any other guy makes me want to punch a hole in something, but I swallow down the unexpected wave of jealousy because I’m having way too much fun playing with her. “Because so very few have agreed to sleep with you or because they couldn’t make you come?” A laugh bubbles out of her lips, but she quickly composes herself and gasps,

Her husband came home to surprise his newly wedded wife so he came home earlier than expected only to find her with another man touching her!!! ***This book scene is from the husbands POV 🫣 *** “Right there, baby girl?” The deep, masculine voice makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as I walk down the hallway. She releases a long, satisfied moan. “Yeah. Right there.” He grunts, like whatever he’s doing takes effort, and she moans again. “You’re so good at that.” My hands curl into fists at my sides, and when I walk into the room, all I can see is the side of the ***ahole’s*** head as he holds her ankle in the air. “You want to get your hands off my effing wife?” She shrieks my name, bolting upright with her mouth open. “I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow.” Yeah, no shizz. A growl rumbles out of my chest as I cross the room. The ***ahole*** drops her foot but doesn’t look the slightest bit uncomfortable that I’ve just caught him doing f knows what to my wife. She scrabbles to her feet, and only when she stands do I see that she’s wearing pajamas and one pant leg is rolled up around her knee. “This is Tyler.” I glare at him, and the cheeky, fully clothed prikc has the audacity to smile at me. “We haven’t met.” He holds out his hand for me to shake, and I glare at his outstretched palm. “What the f were you doing with your hands on my wife?” My wife covers her mouth but doesn’t

OMG this book scene! Her husband came home to surprise his newly wedded wife so he came home earlier than expected only to find her getting a massage from her cousin and he’s not happy about it. ***This book scene is the husbands POV :open_mouth:*** “I’ll call you tomorrow, Goose,” he shouts over his shoulder on his way out the door. I arch an eyebrow at my wife, repeating the nickname. She folds her arms over her chest, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your wife?” “You are my effing wife,” I remind her. She leans against the kitchen counter, observing me. “You seemed all kinds of jealous just then, Ice.” I close the distance between us, and she tilts her head back, giving me a defiant stare. “Well, I came home early from my trip and heard you moaning ‘yeah, right there’ to some guy. What the heck was I supposed to think?” She crosses her arms, telling me she’s not a cheater. “Well, maybe if I knew what your schmex moans sounded like, I would have realized that immediately.” She grins, telling me not to feel bad. “Very few guys have heard my actual schmex moans.” The thought of her with any other guy makes me want to punch a hole in something, but I swallow down the unexpected wave of jealousy because I’m having way too much fun playing with her. “Because so very few have agreed to sleep with you or because they couldn’t make you come?” A laugh bubbles out of her lips, but she quickly composes herself and gasps,

Imagine this book scene 🔥🔥🔥 I’m walking home with my arranged soon to be husband We just finished our first date and he walked me back home. But as I turn to walk in, he leans in and asks if I’m going to invite him in for a cup of coffee I bite down on my bottom lip and shake my head. “I’m not that kind of girl, Mr. James.” His devilish eyes narrow before he unashamedly rakes them up and down my body. “Oh, we’re back to Mr. James now, are we?” Tilting my head, I hold his gaze and try to stop my legs from shaking. “Well, there are no cameras here. No need to pretend we’re on a date any longer.” “Actually …” He takes a half step forward, herding me back until I’m pressed against the wall, and his body is only inches from mine. “I think I saw some paparazzi right over there.” He jerks his head backward, and I peer over his shoulder. “Nope. You must have been imagining things,” I whisper, my cheeks flushing with heat. He shrugs. “I think you should kiss me anyway. Just to be sure that this looks like a real date to anyone who might see.” I tell him the only person watching is his driver. A growl rumbles in his throat, and he dips his head lower. His mouth is so deliciously close, and his lips dust my earlobe. “Then let’s give him something to watch, Mel.” I plant my hands on his chest and press a soft kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight, Mr. James.” 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗯𝘆 𝗦𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗲