SAFEHOUSE

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© 2015 Mia Caldwell

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DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to Damian… And you know why…

-Mia

CHAPTER 1

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Morning checklist:

#1: Take ibuprofen for my killer hangover.

#2: Never let Chandra talk me into drinking tequila EVER again.

#3: Figure out why I was dreaming about Elvis.

I groaned, rolling over and throwing my hand across the unfamiliar bed, still trying to keep my eyes closed against the encroaching daylight. It fell into something much more solid than a pillow. I forced my eyes open, risking the smallest of sleepy peeks.

4: Stare at the sexy man I slept with last night.

I’m not the kind of girl who does the one-night-stand thing, but if I was, this would be the kind of guy I would probably make an exception for... That didn’t mean he was what I’d usually go home with. Even in my currently sleep deprived and barely half-sober state, I could see it was a white guy. I was going to kill Chandra for this. She’s the one who kept ordering shots. She’s the one who was trying to push me out of my shell after I broke up with Mason.

5: Try not to stare at his incredible cock.

None of that was going to stop me from staring. The man lay half above and half under the clean white sheets, his perfectly sculpted body almost distracting me from his even more perfectly sculpted erection. I’m not saying I believe every stereotype, but lets just say this white man was a step well above ‘average’. Maybe that’s why I went to bed with him… Based on the ache between my thighs, I’d had plenty of time to get acquainted…

Whatever he was dreaming about, I wasn’t about to stop him. My mocha toned hand lay across his muscular chest, contrasting against his beautiful tan. I’d never went to bed with a man quite like this, and feeling his deep rhythmic breathing was nice… I just took a minute to admire his form. I let my fingers slip downward. So maybe I couldn’t remember everything that happened last night. That didn’t mean I couldn’t make some new memories. I mean, if I went with him, he must not be half bad…

The fog of last night was lifting slowly but surely. I couldn’t remember his name, but I could absolutely remember the way his lips tasted. He was some kind of businessman. Wealthy… His impeccable tie was still hanging from a lamp on the far side of the room, and that little strip of silken perfection probably cost more than my car. He was out of my league, but that hadn’t stopped Chandra from practically forcing me to talk to him.

God he was hot…

We’d talked about my little wedding photography business, and how I’d come to live and work in Las Vegas. I could remember that much at least. He talked about bringing a new children’s hospital to the area… Sexy and noble on a scale I couldn’t really comprehend…

He was waking up. My hand had moved a bit, slipping down from his stone-hard chest to his beautiful abs, fingers bouncing across them lightly as I touched his tanned and sexy skin. God damn he felt nice. The man let out the lightest of moans, his body flexing and stretching against the bed.

More tequila… That’s where things started going blank. We’d snuck away to somewhere more private. He took me back behind the bar, away from the hustle and bustle of the night. Memory was pouring itself back into my poor pounding head, replaying the way I’d fallen into his strong arms, the way he’d pressed me up against a wall and forced a hand up my shirt as he kissed me urgently.

That’s when I asked him to fuck me. Oh boy… Sensation was pouring through my mind like water through a colander.

Sex right there in a little back room, right next to the bar’s closed-for-the-night kitchen. It was sexy and incredible the way his body melted into mine. He destroyed every single trace of my own self control. I could still see the marks my fingernails had made on his neck as he’d driven me to the wildest orgasm of my life. I could feel the way his hips bucked into me, the way he played my body like a delicate instrument tuned for pleasure.

I had no idea a man could make me feel so good…