Riskier Business (Crossing the Line 0.5)(35)

“You know we can’t, Troy. One more week until the doctor clears you.”

He ignored her, snapping open the button of her jeans. “I’m very aware of how much longer you’ll be playing my nurse, baby. I’m enjoying every single second of it.” His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, one finger delving deep inside her. “But I’ve also had way too much time to fantasize about f*cking my bossy nurse whose uniform consists of goddamn panties and a T-shirt. I can’t wait another week to play them out. I can’t.”

Her breath hitched when he used the dampness he’d gathered to massage her clit. Three weeks was the longest they’d gone without each other since they’d met. God, she needed him, too. So damn bad. As soon as his color had returned to normal and he’d been able to walk without being hunched over, she’d started feeling breathless every time they were in the same room. It had been about a week of lingering touches and going to bed sexually frustrated. Troy hadn’t made it any easier, insisting he would deal with any amount of pain to be inside her, filling her ear with sensual promises as they lay in bed. It hurts, Ruby. Climb on and fix me.

She’d been the sole voice of reason in the house. But her patience had started to wear dangerously thin.

“Are you s-sure?” she asked now.

With a growl of triumph, he unzipped her jeans and yanked them down her hips. A few seconds later, she heard his own jeans hit the floor, the clank of his falling belt sending shivers racing across her skin. “Am I sure, Ruby?” Then he was walking her forward and turning them as they reached the kitchen table. He fell into one of the chairs and brought her down on his lap. In one rough move, he’d sunk deep inside her. Their simultaneous moans ricocheted through the kitchen. “Do I feel sure enough to you?”

“Oh God, yes.”

Ruby kicked off her jeans the rest of the way so she could drape her legs over his thighs, pushing him even deeper, to the hilt. Then she braced her hands on his knees and began to work her body up and down his stiff erection.

Already, she could feel her stomach muscles tightening. He felt huge inside her, touching her everywhere, stimulating her every sense. “Does that…feel okay?”

He ran desperate hands up the insides of her thighs. “You never feel anything less than perfect, but hell, three weeks without me has done you good, hustler. It feels like I’ve got a f*cking virgin riding me.”

With a scream of relief, she went hurtling into a shaking climax. Her hips bucked to get her through it, wringing every last ounce of sensation from her aching body. When it passed, her bones felt liquefied, but she could still feel Troy hard inside her. Hands on her shoulders, he drew her swiftly back against his heaving chest.

“Don’t you dare stop.” Her T-shirt was ripped over her head and tossed to the floor. When his hands molded to her breasts, another wave of heat rushed through her. “Don’t slow down. Don’t rest for a goddamn second. Not until you’ve satisfied your patient.”

“Yes, Troy.” She planted her feet on the floor and increased the pace of her hips, letting him slip out until only his thick tip remained inside her, then sinking back down with a wicked twist of her body. Over and over until she heard his groans of pleasure grow uneven behind her. The fingertips of one hand dug roughly into the flesh of her thigh, telling Ruby how close he was to release. She cried out his name when he used the other hand to pet the sensitive spot between her legs, once again sending her racing toward a mind-bending climax.

“Fuck, I’m almost gone.” He wrapped her hair in his fist and turned her head to the side. “You know what I want to hear while I’m coming. Say it.”

She licked her parted lips. “I love you. So much. I…ah.”

His orgasm sent her flying into another one, somehow more intense because she could see his eyes glaze over as it overtook her. She watched him throw his head back and shout her name at the ceiling with such intensity, her chest felt crowded with emotion.

Troy’s voice bathed her ear in heat. “I love you, too. Until the end.”

She turned and kissed his lips. “Until the end.”




The story continues in Tessa Bailey’s exciting new Crossing the Line series.

Risking It All

a Crossing the Line novel by Tessa Bailey

Three years ago, Seraphina Newsom’s brother was gunned down by a ruthless mob kingpin. In order to take down the killer, Sera has gone undercover unsanctioned. Alone. Her only protection lies with Bowen Driscol, the reluctant new head of South Brooklyn’s crime family, who the NYPD blackmailed into pulling her out. But when the two meet and Bowen feels a deep, damning shiver of desire, he knows there’s only one way to keep her safe…to claim her as his own.





Excerpt from Risking It All

“You know, if I were working for tips, I might smile more.”

The words were spoken so close to her neck, the small hairs at her nape shifted, sending a wicked shiver down her back. An unusual stirring took place in her belly before exploding through her veins, hot and liquid-like. Her lips parted on a small gasp. At his audacity? At her reaction to this stranger? She didn’t know.

Pull it together. Play your part. Allowing her lips to curve up at the ends, she turned to give him a playful retort, but the words died on her lips. She’d just looked up into the most strikingly handsome male face she’d ever seen. His gray eyes were noticeably tired, but intensely focused on her, mouth tilted in a smirk. From a distance, he’d been attractive, even with the painful-looking black eye. Up close…he affected her. A lot. Something she definitely couldn’t afford while needing to keep her game face intact.