Marti Kowalski is a bar owner with a bit of a wild, impulsive streak. She has an arm filled with tattoos, a blue streak in her hair, and is prone to picking up and moving wherever her desires and impulses take her. Jackson and Marti are oh-so-compatible sexually speaking--these two seem to be going at it all the time, even when both are on the job. Nothing is off limits with these two. If you can check your disbelief at the door really, are all cops that studly, single, and willing to go along with whatever their friend wants them to do?
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All sorts of kinky things that involve knots, but not the marital kind. He calls on his brothers in blue, four men he trusts with his life. Of course, Marti has to agree to follow through—and he has to figure out if he can bear to share her. Each novella in the Delta Blue series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed in any order.
Note: This book was previously published. Right this moment, she had Jackson where she wanted him—too far gone with want to worry what damage he might cause. His body was hard; his expression carved to a lustful edge, which promised the kind of sexy interlude she preferred—something spontaneous and surprising. Like now. She had to hand it to him.
He knew what made her hot. Jackson bent her over her desk and shoved up her blouse. His head ducked to pluck a nipple with his lips, and then he bit it. His dark eyes flashed. You draw any attention, and I might have to get rough.
She widened her eyes. A glint of humor in his gaze might have just been the reflection of the overhead light because it quickly extinguished. He bared his teeth. A hand snuck between her thighs. A finger tucked beneath one side of the crotch of her panties and tugged.
Elastic stretched and gave. His palm crammed against her bare pussy. There was no hiding how turned on she was. Not when cream smeared his hand. Her head bobbed backward. Her heart skittered at the strength in those large, hard hands. He could so easily hurt her, but was careful to give her just the right kind of pain.
Nostrils flaring, he did a good impression of a criminal intent on doing her bodily harm. She guessed he saw enough of them in his line of work to mimic the look.
His grunt accompanied the tightening of his hands on the corners of her hips. He gave no warning and whirled her around, then pushed gently on the back of her neck until she folded over her desk.
Her short leather skirt lifted. Hands gripped her cheeks and squeezed. His mouth pressed against her skin. She huffed. He straightened, his hard body rubbing against the back of her thighs and ass. An arm clamped over her lower back, holding her down. A zipper scraped. His cock nudged against her folds, thick, insistent—lord, Jackson was completely into this naughty game. He found her entrance and drove deep inside in a single, merciless thrust.
Her body arched off the desk. He withdrew slowly then stroked deep again. This time his hands slammed the wood on either side of her shoulders. Jackson could only keep his focus up to a certain point. She rose on tip-toe and tilted up her ass. His cock crowded through juicy, engorged walls, filling her up like no man ever had before. She gave a short, throaty groan. It was only his friend, Craig Eason, letting them know he was playing lookout.
Marti snickered then gasped when he swirled inside her to stroke her most sensitive spot. Sure, he was an attentive boyfriend, kind to kids and dogs, but when he looked at her, sometimes she got the feeling there was something deeper and darker lurking in his past. Or maybe it was just the hardened criminals he dealt with, rubbing off on him. Her pussy swelled, getting hot, and so wet Jackson was swimming in her arousal. She aimed a smile over her shoulder.
Five Ways 'til Sunday
Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation. Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Devlin has published over erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths. Right this moment, she had Jackson where she wanted him — too far gone with want to worry what damage he might cause. His body was hard; his expression carved to a lustful edge, which promised the kind of sexy interlude she preferred — something spontaneous and surprising. Like now.
Five Ways 'Til Sunday (Delta Blue Series #1)