Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(7)

“I wasn’t. It was on the chair, and the dog was trying to jump on it. I thought it would be safer on the counter.”

“Sure,” she says sarcastically. “Where did you find him?

“He was crying. I mean laughing on my half sister’s uncle’s grave.”

“Who are you?” she asks again.

“Willa Diaz.” Even though I shouldn’t care, I hate that he has this gorgeous girlfriend.

Her hand hits her chest. “That’s a fret. You’ve been in the papers. Oh my word. My apologies, I’m Aedan’s sister, Caitlin.”

That’s great news. I barely know the man I scold myself. “I should probably go. My sister’s waiting, and she has an interview.” Really soon.

“Maybe we can swap stories later,” she says. “I’d like to hear about me da.”

“Maybe.” As I close the door behind me, I touch my scorched lips, knowing I want to see this very drunk man sober.





Chapter Cyn


I take a deep breath before entering Red Sky Corporation. Shane’s admin is very attractive, short bouncy blonde hair and naturally pink cheeks and lips. I already feel out of place in my designer dress that shows my bare shoulders and think about how crazy I’ll look running back out.

She’s talking on the phone but looks up, smiles, and mouths, “I’ll be right with you.”

I stand in the lobby, clutching my leather binder that holds my resume and tablet. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am, even though Shane and I had panty-melting, headboard-banging sex in Alaska.

I nervously tap my foot. What if he doesn’t want to see me, especially after the snafu at the bar the other night? What if he got back with Nikita? He was going to marry her and was out with her, which infuriated me. Then why did he come over to me and my friends and start fighting? What if he’s still mad at me?

The admin hangs up the phone and turns toward me. “It’ll be a couple minutes before Mr. O’Flannery can see you. Please take a seat.”

I check my phone time almost every 30 seconds before Shane comes out. He takes one look at me, and his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. He looks pissed and surprised to see me.

Ah oh. Running sounds like a good option now, but I really need this job. It better pay well enough for me to put up with him dating Nikita.

He gestures for me to come into his office. I slowly get up and follow him inside.

After seeing him with Nikita last night, I want to be mad, but my body has other ideas. My anger flies out the window while I walk behind him and drool over his ass and natural swagger.

Before he closes the door, he tells his admin, “Please hold all my calls.” He locks the door with a satisfying click and ravishes me with his eyes, which surprises me.

His gaze coasts down the length of my dress to my legs, and a rakish and wolfish grin replaces his anger. I think of how his hands thrilled and explored every part of my body in Alaska.

Shane is wearing low-slung, holey jeans that hold the infamous organ, and I try not to think about Secretariat charging me. Blood shoots straight to my sex, so I squeeze my thighs together. While staring at his crotch, I lose my balance. He steadies me and laughs.

We stand there, not making eye contact but studying each other’s body. All this is doing is ramping me up. God, I want him. I can only think about his hard pecs pressed against my breasts.

My blood pulses in my ears and throbs between my thighs. I should hold out. He’s with Nikita.

Shane licks his lips. “Fuck it.” Using his hips, he pushes me up against his desk.

His amazing erection presses against my groin, and I let out quick breaths. He shoves papers off and onto the floor and swings over the arm holding two monitors almost ripping them from their hinges.

His hands travel the length of my torso, mauling, groping, and squeezing. I’m instantly aroused and wet. His lips crash into mine, and it’s a feeding frenzy. He sucks, nips, and bites. He pushes my dress up and smiles at the boy shorts I’m wearing.

“I like your pink hearts.” His voice drops to a low growl.

I kiss him back just as roughly. My fingernails dig into his button-down shirt, and my fingers trace over the scar on his chin and the other one along his jawline. They’re sexy as hell. He’s all male and the most protective man I’ve ever known.

God I want to be mad at him. What if he’s already screwing Nikita? My hips arc into his, completely ignoring my weak protests.

Shane undoes his belt, unbuttons his jean, and Secretariat springs out because he’s not wearing any underwear. Oh how I missed it—long, stone hard, and ready. I can’t stop staring at the damn thing.

“You missed my cock,” he says into my hair.

God, I did. I need to be mad at him.

He pulls down the thin straps of my dress to expose my bra and then kisses my bare shoulder. His hand deftly undoes the bra to free my breasts. His fingers squeeze on my nipples, bringing them to diamond-hard points. The sensation burns in my breasts and then shoots into my sex, tightening and stimulating it. I am so bad. I can’t help it. I’ve dreamt about Shane every night since we parted in Alaska.

His free hand grabs my butt, and he kneads it. “Oh how I missed that ass.”

He sits me on the desk and using his knee spreads my legs. The wood desk cools my bare butt. He pushes my panties aside while tearing a condom wrapper with his teeth.