B.A. Rothney

You gonna close the door, or do you want the whole building to hear how hard I make you come?

I am driving myself crazy thinking about you. The way you feel, the way you taste. Those sweet sounds you make when you come. The naughty tongue of yours.”

No amount of money he would spend replacing everything here would make up for all he had done, what he’d taken from her.

He liked Jackie. More than he intended, more than he should. What started as an attempt at a power play had become something more, and Dimitri wasn’t sure how to stop it. Frankly, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to, even if he wanted to.

She was very good—too good—at simultaneously turning him on and terrifying the hell out of him.

The charming ass had flirted his way into her head, talked his way into her pants, and now he was starting to work his way into her heart.

He was determined to know every inch of her skin and every piece of her heart. But he was so stunned by her that he needed time to figure out how to finally do it.

“I am not fucking you within earshot of two of my brothers and their families,” he hissed back. “They do not need to hear the things I intend to do to you.”

It’s insanity. It makes me feral. You make me feral.”

I want to take care of you, even if you don’t need me to.