(Chase Brothers, #2)
Publication date: May 18th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Women came easy…
But then, for photographer, Xander Chase, most things came easy…except love. His portraits are renowned for revealing the heart and soul of his subjects, yet, he keeps his own heart hidden behind a playboy facade. All he cares about is revenge, and for that, he needs a stand-in girlfriend for a weekend fling.
Struggling actress, Imani Brooks, has been offered the coveted role of a lifetime…playing the part of an escort in a renowned play. When Xander proposes a weekend of research in Paris, she jumps at the chance. Their pretend relationship is the perfect way to dig into her role. She just has to remember that what they have is only for show. Xander is not the kind of man to fall in love.
Love is harder that it looks…
Everything goes as planned until passion erupts and blurs the line between fiction and reality. Can Imani get past the walls Xander’s built around his heart and find the real man hidden behind the camera lens? Or will Xander’s hunt for revenge leave her heart in shreds?
Due to adult situations, recommended for readers 18+
But then, for photographer, Xander Chase, most things came easy…except love. His portraits are renowned for revealing the heart and soul of his subjects, yet, he keeps his own heart hidden behind a playboy facade. All he cares about is revenge, and for that, he needs a stand-in girlfriend for a weekend fling.
Struggling actress, Imani Brooks, has been offered the coveted role of a lifetime…playing the part of an escort in a renowned play. When Xander proposes a weekend of research in Paris, she jumps at the chance. Their pretend relationship is the perfect way to dig into her role. She just has to remember that what they have is only for show. Xander is not the kind of man to fall in love.
Love is harder that it looks…
Everything goes as planned until passion erupts and blurs the line between fiction and reality. Can Imani get past the walls Xander’s built around his heart and find the real man hidden behind the camera lens? Or will Xander’s hunt for revenge leave her heart in shreds?
Due to adult situations, recommended for readers 18+
Pussy came easy. But then, for Xander
Chase, most things came easy.
As he slid a glance over the lithe, naked
back of the blonde in front of him and he locked his teeth, he wished
some things came easier than others. It didn't matter how much his
balls ached or how much sweat dripped off his brow, there’d be no
relief for him, no matter how many times he had her.
As she moaned, writhed, and shouted
things that were dirty enough to make any porn star blush, he fought
to stay focused. She was a means to an end. Unfortunately for him,
that end wasn’t pleasure. More like revenge. She had information he
needed. And she, like half the women in London, was susceptible to
the Chase charm.
She screamed through her orgasm and
Xander just wanted it to be over. A
means to an end. And also, Alistair’s wife. Screwing
her was one more domino on his way to taking down the man he hated.
His brain did him the favor of replaying
the night over and over and over again. Every decision he’d made.
Every step that had led him here. How well she’d sucked his cock on
the way to Notting Hill. The slide of her tongue over the length of
him as he spun his Huyra over the rain slick streets of London. The
feel of her pussy milking his cock. Her brazen offer for him to have
her any way he wanted.
But he had zero desire to come. And no
amount of fucking this nearly nameless, faceless blonde would solve
that. After today, he’d barely remember her because he had what he
needed. Hell, he could barely remember her name as it was. Gemma?
Jemima? Julia? Something J-sounding. Bugger, he really did have to
get better with names. But he would remember whose wife she was.
What mattered was she had unfettered
access to information he needed, and he’d found the way to access
it. Not like there’d be a repeat performance anyway. She was just
another nameless J-sounding blonde. Who
can give you the keys to the kingdom.
He pulled away from her and she made a
half-hearted, feeble attempt to reach for him. Who was she kidding?
That was orgasm number four for her. She’d be out cold in seconds.
He slid the satin sheet over her naked
form and sat on the edge of his bed. His dick twitched as if to
remind him of how he got into this mess in the first place. He
scrubbed a hand down his face. Two hours of J-girl blowing him and
him shagging her till there was a sheen of sweat over both their
bodies and he still couldn’t come. Not that he’d ever expected
to. And after all, that wasn’t the point of all this. Not that it
wouldn’t have been nice.
He sat there for several minutes until
her deep, even breathing alerted him to her slumber. Right. Time to
go to work. He tugged on his boxer briefs and slipped into the living
room where she’d dropped her bag.
He made sure he kept an eye on the
bedroom door as he booted up her laptop. Thanks to one tequila too
many, and his very skilled hands working their magic under her
panties, she’d told him everything he needed to know to take a
decent stab at her password. He got it on the third try. Cat’s
name. He didn't bother to roll
his eyes.
When he was done copying all the files
to his external hard drive, he shut down her computer and slid it
back into her bag before silently stalking back into the bedroom. She
was still knocked out, but the sheet had shifted slightly, exposing
her bare arse. Fuck, maybe he should have taken her up on her offer
to fuck her however he wanted.
He scowled at his straining erection. His
cock begged him to go back to bed. To give it another go in the hopes
that this time would be different. That she
would be different. But he knew better. What was the definition of
insanity again? No
point in going back to it, mate, it won’t do any good.
He could fuck the blonde for another five hours and there would be no
relief for him. No respite, no bliss. He’d stay hard as a rock. As
it was, he’d fucked her into a dead stupor and he could have kept
going.
There was only one way to relieve the
gnawing, clawing hunger. But knowing the solution didn’t mean he
wanted to go through with it. Get
in the shower. Release the tension.
Then call the cleaning crew to deal with the unwanted guest. Most
importantly ignore that niggling thought at the back of his skull.
That tiny voice telling him the kind of man he was. Telling him that
inside, he was beyond buggered. Truly fucked up and there’d be no
respite for him. This was his personal hell.
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