Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome Katee Robert, author of Two Wrongs, One Right (available now).
I’ve loved Nathan since the very beginning of the Come Undone series. He’s obviously got a past, and it’s just as obviously torturing him something fierce. I always had an idea of the woman he left behind—she was from Old Money and had a family full of politicians and doctors and respectable folk, and she tended to be a doormat where their plans for her were concerned.
Except it didn’t really work out like that. Oh, some of those things were actually true. The rest? Not so much. See, Chelsea Callaghan might bend over backwards to make her family happy, but she’s not weak by any means.
So what happens when a woman like Chelsea and a man on a mission like Nathan clash?
Keep reading to find out…
The server had barely closed the doors behind him when Nathan turned back to her. “Where were we?”
She couldn’t take much more of this, or she was in very real danger of orgasming on the spot. So she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Are you planning on talking all night, or are you going to follow through?”
His eyes darkened and for a moment she thought she might have actually gained some ground. Then he went and ruined it. “Take off your panties.”
Oh no. If she obeyed, she might as well stop fighting for the rest of the weekend. She wasn’t ready to do that. It would be entirely too easy to slip back into their old way of doing things, to let the past blur over the present until she saw everything through her teenage rose-tinted glasses.
Chelsea propped her chin on her hands and gave him an innocent look. “You first.”
“That’s not how this works.”
Because he thought he could keep control. Not likely. She would be the one in control. At this point, she’d do damn near anything to wrestle it out of his hands. Two could play the dirty-talking game. “Why not? Don’t you like the idea of my mouth on you?”
“Jesus.” He looked absolutely floored. “Chelsea—”
“I remember, you know. I remember how much you liked it when I met your gaze while I was going down on you.” She tried not to squirm as she relived exactly how much she’d liked it as well. “Do you think I could make you come before the server gets back?”
As if called by her words, the server swept into the room, this time bearing a tray with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Nathan barely let him get to the table before he said, “Box our food. We’re taking it to go.”
A thrill went through her at his rough tone, the barely veiled need as clear as if he’d thrown her over his shoulder and carried her from the room. The server frowned, but then gave a hasty nod. “Yes, sir. I’ll be back shortly.”
Nathan turned on her as the door shut once more. “That was mean.”
“You haven’t seen mean yet.” God, what was she saying? She felt like she was playing chicken with a train or waving a pair of red panties in front of a charging bull. There was only one way this could end for her—badly.
His grin was just this side of savage. “If you start down this path, there’s no turning back.”
As if she could, even if she tried.
This was her chance to back off. To take the safe route, hold out for the rest of the weekend, and go back to her life. All she had to do was tell him no.
Instead, Chelsea gave him a feral grin of her own. “Who said anything about wanting to turn back?” If he thought he could call her bluff, he had another think coming. She was willing to see this out to the end, for better or worse.
The phrase nearly made her lose her nerve, but she pushed her worry away. This was a different situation, a new her. Strange how she didn’t feel all that new sitting at a dinner table with Nathan, fighting to keep her hands off him.
Apparently some things never changed.
“You make this choice, I’ll give you tonight.” His grin widened, sending an answering surge of desire through her. “But the rest of the weekend is mine.”
Ignoring the infinite ways this could go wrong, she patted his hand. “If you’re afraid, it’s completely understandable. I’m willing to let you off the hook.”
“It’s not me who’s in over my head right now.” His gaze raked over her, leaving trails of goose bumps in its wake.
The server came back with their boxes and bill, which Nathan paid in cash. Then he stood and held out his hand. “Shall we?”
“Of course.” She took his hand, feeling as if she were making a bargain with the devil. Wasn’t that exactly what this weekend was, though? They both wanted something out of it, and they both were more than willing to play dirty to accomplish their goals. Now it was a matter of seeing who came out on top.
It had to be her. If… No, she couldn’t afford to think like that. There was no “if” or “maybe” or room for doubt. Not now that she’d made her decision. So she allowed him to lead her back down to his truck, revelling in the fact he was practically dragging her along and his steps were not steady by any means.
She had him right where she wanted him.
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