Riskier Business (Crossing the Line 0.5)(38)

A hand curled around her elbow just as she reached the dining room. “Welching on deals in this neighborhood can get you into trouble, Ladybug.” He turned her around, bringing her up hard against his muscular chest. “You’d do well to remember that.”

She couldn’t help it. Her gaze fell to his mouth. “Kissing you seems like worse trouble.”

“Yeah, but it’s the fun kind.” He glided his hand up the back of her neck, gathering her hair into his fingers. Such a proprietary gesture, it gave her pause, feeling a flood of tantalizing heat rush though her system. His eyes flared at whatever he saw taking place on her face and he didn’t waste time taking advantage. Cursing once under his breath, he yanked her up against him and fused their mouths together.

Ohhh. Oh, wow. Sera’s body melted along with her reservations, curves conforming to his hard planes in an effort to get closer. Because of their height difference, her head had fallen back to receive the aggressive kiss, but as his tongue skated across her lips, parting them, she pushed up on her toes and engaged him enthusiastically. A guttural groan met her action, the hand in her hair tightening as he backed her against the hallway wall.

She needed to breathe, but he seemed unwilling to let her do so. Worked for her. Breathing would give her time to think, and even a tiny flash of clarity could talk her out of this and it felt so good. His tongue worked deep inside her mouth, claiming her, leaving no room for protest. Then, oh then, his hips fit to hers and began mimicking the rhythm of his tongue. Slow, measured grinds that were somehow a little frantic at the same time. A thrum built between her legs, becoming unbearable. When she whimpered, he bent his knees and came up more firmly between her thighs, plastering every inch of them together.

Finally, as dizziness set in, his lips left hers. “Jesus,” he grated at her lips. “I said a kiss. You’re begging to be f*cked.”

His words barely penetrated the desire still blanketing her mind. Quick rushes of breath seemed to be amplified in her ears as she drew them. “I…I am?”

He searched her eyes for a moment, his regard so intense she nearly missed the hardness pressed against her belly. But once she felt…it…nothing could prevent her face from heating, reddening.

Bowen’s gaze fell to her flushed skin and he released a tortured laugh. “Ah, sweetheart, I don’t f*ck around with virgins.” His head dipped, teeth closing around her ear and tugging. “But I’ll get down on my knees and eat that untouched * like a motherf*cker.”

“Well, shit, Driscol. Looks like you’ve met my new waitress.”

Hogan’s voice brought Sera’s surroundings back to her in a blinding flash. She shoved out from underneath the hard body pinning her to the wall, needing to escape into the dining room before her mortification swallowed her whole. But Hogan’s words halted her in her tracks.

Driscol. She’d heard that name before. Countless times.

When it hit Sera whom exactly she’d just let kiss her within an inch of her life, it took all her willpower not to buckle on the spot.

She’d just made out with Bowen Driscol, recent heir to South Brooklyn’s most ruthless criminal enterprise.




Acknowledgments

To my husband, Patrick, and daughter, Mackenzie, I love you both. I would never have started writing again without your love, support and encouragement.

To Heather Howland, who upon seeing my post in Bailey’s Babes about the possible continuation of HIS RISK TO TAKE, texted me with, “Okay, write me a sequel. Now.” Best text ever.

To my father, who taught me how to play pool as a young girl. Those pool tournaments between you and Pop are some of my best memories. I’ll carry them with me forever.

To Bailey’s Babes, sometimes I think your encouragement is what keeps these characters alive. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

To beautiful, broken boys like Bowen for showing up in books and stealing my heart, until I have no choice but to base an entire series around them, thank you. This is why I write.




About the Author


New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Tessa Bailey lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and young daughter. When she isn’t writing or reading romance, she enjoys a good argument and thirty-minute recipes.

www.tessabailey.com

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