Entice Me (Stark Trilogy #3.11)(26)

I slide my hands down to his ass, wanting to pull him closer. But he foils me, taking his hands off my breasts as he bends his mouth lower to bite and suck through the material even as he finds my wrists and lifts my arms above my head, rendering me helpless as he uses his knee to coax my legs apart, then roughly yanking my dress up to my waist.

With one bold move, he rips off my panties, then releases his hold on my wrist long enough to open his fly. He’s hard as steel and I’m so damn wet, and as he grabs each of my thighs, I hold onto his shoulders, my back arching as he thrusts hard into me, then takes me hard and fast against the wall, his release coming so quickly I can barely catch my breath.

“Damien,” I murmur, but he silences me with a kiss as his hand slips between our joined bodies and he strokes me expertly, making me squirm with a wild, building need that is all the more intense because my feet aren’t on the ground, and I’m held up only by the pressure of Damien’s body pinning me to the wall.

Higher and higher he takes me, closer and closer, until finally I’m pushed right over the edge and he holds me tight as I explode, my body shattering from the force of the orgasm.

“Thank you for my party,” he whispers when I can breathe again. “I had a very good time.”

I laugh, a little trill of victory running through me and I cling to him, enjoying both the moment and delicious sensation of his body against mine.

“Of course, I’ve done my part now,” I tease. “Tomorrow you have to come up with the evening’s entertainment.”

“Sweetheart, I think that’s already all planned out,” he says, tilting his head as if looking up toward the roof.

“Exactly the answer I was hoping for,” I admit, making him laugh. “Were you really surprised?”

“Let’s just say I had no idea my wife had such a devious side.”

I narrow my eyes, because that’s not exactly an answer to my question, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s known all along. I consider asking outright—if I do, I know he’ll tell me—but I hold my tongue, too happy with the success of the evening to take even the slightest bit away from all my hard work.

I think about other kinds of hard work as I lead him into the living room and then straddle him on the couch, kissing him lightly before leaning back to grin at him.

“What?” he asks, amusement in his voice.

“I submitted the Dallas proposal early this morning,” I say. “Thank you. For everything.”

I see something like pride reflected in his smile. “You’re welcome,” he says, and I know he understands. I’m not just thanking him for the help he’s already given me, but for the support that will come if I get the job.

“There’s something else, too,” I say, sliding off of him so that I can open one of the drawers on the end table. I reach in and pull out a wrapped box about the size of a book.

His brows rise. “I thought the party was my present.”

I shrug. “I wanted to give you something tangible, too. But you’re a hard man to shop for.” I nod at the present. “Go ahead.”

He does, peeling off the paper to reveal a box of Swiss chocolates. He looks up at me, and I see confusion in his eyes. “You got me candy from the confectionary I own?”

“No,” I say. “You got them for me. Ages ago, when you took me on the Ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier. I saved the box.”

He still looks confused, but he opens the box. But there’s not chocolate inside, but a variety of small items. He reaches in and lifts out a tiny wrapped bar of soap. It’s from Desert Ranch, the exclusive spa that Damien once treated me to. I see his mouth twitch with amusement, his smile growing wider as he pulls out the tiny Eiffel Tower, a miniature bottle with sand from our private beach, and a tiny pine cone from the house in Lake Arrowhead where we’d gone after his trial and recently spent Christmas.

I see the delight on his face as he inspects each item, but when he comes to the last, he laughs outright—the pair of silk panties I’d left in his limo that night we’d met at Evelyn’s.

“You’re a hard man to shop for,” I say. “So I took some of my souvenirs and made you a box of memories.”

“Nikki, it’s. . .” He trails off, his voice thick with emotion.

“Happy birthday, Mr. Stark. I hope you like it.”

“I love it,” he says as he pulls me into his arms.

But what I hear is I love you.





Coming Soon From J. Kenner

It’s a new chapter in the life of Nikki and Damien Stark . . .

Though shadows still haunt us, and ghosts from our past continue to threaten our happiness, my life with Damien is nothing short of perfection. He is my heart and my soul. My past and my future. He is the man who holds me together, and his love fuels my days and enchants my nights.

But when tragedy and challenge from both inside and outside the sanctity of our marriage begin to chip away at our happiness, I am forced to realize that even a perfect life can begin to crack. And if Damien and I are going to win this new battle, it will take all of our strength and love . . .

Read on for Chapter One of Anchor Me by J. Kenner.

Coming April 2017 from





Chapter One


I look out the window at the beautifully manicured yards that line the wide street down which I am traveling in the sumptuous luxury of a classic Rolls Royce Phantom. A car so sleek and magical that I can’t help but feel like a princess in a royal coach.