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STRIPPED DOWN
by
Emma Hart
by
Emma Hart
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| Release Date: August 30, 2016 |
~ Synopsis ~
What do you get when you mix a bottle of tequila, a single mom moonlighting as a stripper, and her sinfully sexy boss with an impulsive side?
Married. You get married.
Rich. Demanding. Hot. Crazy.
That was Beckett Cruz in a nutshell.
Not to mention wild, determined, dangerous, and forbidden.
He was my boss—and, after a drunken moment of insanity, my new husband.
An annulment was impossible... so was keeping him.
I was taking my daughter and leaving, determined to give her a quieter life.
But Beckett Cruz had never taken no for an answer.
And he wasn't about to take mine.
What happens in Vegas... might just keep you there.
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~ Excerpt ~
“Beck?” I managed to get his name out just before he
opened the front door.
“Yeah?” He spun back to face me, his dark eyes
unreadable.
I turned my face to the side so I could see him fully.
“You don't have to go,” I said softly. “You can stay. Only if you want to
though.”
He rubbed his hand down his face, his eyes never
leaving mine, then walked back into the kitchen toward me. I stood up away from
the fridge as he stopped right next to me.
Slowly, he touched his hand to my face, his fingertips
teasing my hairline. His dark gaze searched mine, and my heart jumped into my
throat as the usual tingles his touch sparked danced down my neck. Then, he
slid his hand into my hair, allowing the blonde strands to fall away from his
fingertips.
“Do I want to go home to my big-ass house with its
cold emptiness?” he asked in a low voice. “Or go to the club where half the
girls there still see me as a mountain to be conquered? Not particularly,
Blondie. I'd rather stay here. Even if there will be a demand for movies and
water and foot rubs from a tiny, sick person.”
“You can.” My voice was quiet, like his. Even if my
internal screams from self-preservation and vulnerability were deafeningly loud
as they told me I was a fool, that he had to go, that this would never be enough
for him.
“Do you want me to?” His question was... honest.
Raw.
Hesitant.
Like he didn't want me to answer.
“Do I want you to stay here in my tiny house so my
daughter can fall more in love with you than she already is? Not really.
But...” Don't be a fool, Cassie. Don't admit you want him to stay. He's just
going to hurt you. “I don't exactly want you to go either.”
“For her, or for you?”
“I don't want to answer that question.”
“If I kissed you right now, would you ram your knee
into my cock?”
“I'd briefly consider it, but I probably wouldn't do
it.”
His lips twitched to the side. “You just answered the
question.”
Then, of course, he cupped the back of my head, and he
kissed me. It was slow, sweet, gentle. And I didn't consider kneeing him in the
balls for a single second.
Beck pulled back and trailed his hand down my arm
before he finally let me go. “I'm going home to get changed and then come back.
Do you need anything while I'm gone? For CiCi? You?”
“I don't...” I sighed and chewed back my pride. “I meant
to go to the store today after work to get some stuff like bread, milk...
important stuff. But now I can't.”
“I can get it. Just tell me what you need.”
I bit the inside of my lip, then nodded. “Okay. Let me
write it down.” I walked through into the front room with him hot on my heels
and grabbed the notebook and pen from under the coffee table. A few things were
already scrawled down, so I added a couple more things, including more
medicine. I tore the sheet off the notebook, stood, then gave it to Beck. “Let
me get my wallet.”
He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “I'm not taking your
money.”
I lifted my gaze to his. “You can't pay for my
groceries.”
“I can and I will.”
“You can't and you won't.”
“I can and I will.”
“You can't and you won't.”
“I can do this all day, baby. I'm stubborn as fuck.”
His eyes told me he wasn't lying. “And we all know I'm a brat about the word
no. So, I can, I will, and I'm going to. If I can't help you by buying a measly
eight items, I'm an asshole who shouldn't be allowed around other people.”
“You can't buy my groceries,” I repeated. It was a
lame argument. I was going to lose, but I'd fight until I went down.
Beck's eyes twinkled as he leaned in. “Don't worry. If
you really want to pay me back, I'll take a blow job. I imagine your lips
around my cock will be a pretty good thank you.”
My jaw dropped as he backed off with a wink.
“Mouth open already, Cassie? Enthusiasm. I like that.”
I snapped my jaw shut and glared at him. “You're a
dirty pig.”
“I know. But I've got fifty bucks that says you'll be
sucking my dick by bedtime. If you don't agree...” He shrugged one shoulder,
his lips curved in that dangerous smirk.
“If you're lucky, I'll bite it.”
“I'll take that as I'm in for a good time.”
One more wink, complete with expanding grin, and he
was gone.
Motherfucking asshole.
~About the Author ~
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
