His Taste of Temptation: In the Line of Duty, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF

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    “I’m good.”
    She pointed to her medicine cabinet and he watched the way her blouse tightened on her breasts. “I just have to brush my teeth, then I’ll be out of your way.”
    “Yeah, okay,” he managed around a tongue gone thick. She went up on her toes, and he shifted restlessly at the sight of her curvy ass in that tight pencil skirt, her high heels giving her lush cheeks a sexy lift.
    “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath as he assessed the pipes.
    “What?”
    “Nothing. There’s just some water still leaking so I have to drain the system.”
    “Oh, did you want me to do that for you?”
    “Not dressed like that I don’t.”
    An almost uncomfortable look came over her face as she gave herself a once over. “My meeting—” she started to explain, but he climbed to his feet and cut her off.
    “I’ve got it,” he said, his cock needing a reprieve from the sexy yet professional clothes draping her body before he did permanent damage to himself. Honestly, it didn’t matter what she wore. Even dressed in sweats she rubbed him the wrong way, or the right way…or…fuck…if only she’d rub him.
    He took the stairs two at a time until he reached the basement. He found the water tank and went to work on draining the system. Once complete he hurried back upstairs. He stepped back into the bathroom, and his feet splashed on the water still pooling on the tile. The hurried sound of Madison’s high heels clicking on the stairs behind him had him spinning around.
    Her voice sounded rushed when she rounded the corner and said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you… Whoa!”
    She hurried into the bathroom so fast, her body crashed with his. His feet slipped on the floor, and he tried to grab on to something to right himself, but the impact had him faltering backward.
    “Shit,” he yelled, knowing he was going down for the count and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
    His boots went out from underneath him and he fell backward with an undignified oomph, Madison crashing to the floor right along with him.
    His head connected with something unforgiving on the way down, but he couldn’t concentrate on the pain shooting down his arm, not when Madison’s floral hair fell over his face in a tumbled mess, and her soft body landed on top of his in the most erotic ways.
    “Sorry,” she squeaked out. “I didn’t expect you to be standing there.”
    His hands slipped around her waist and settled on the small of her back. He sucked in a breath. “What…uh…what was it you forgot to tell me?” he asked.
    She pushed her hair off her face, her mouth only inches from his. “Oh, I just wanted to let you know I made you a sandwich in case you got hungry. It’s in the pastry fridge.”
    Her lush warm body felt so good on top of his…so fucking good…his cock grew an inch. She squirmed, like she was about to slide off, but he held her tight.
    He pinned her to him and groaned. “Stop squirming.”
    “Why?” she asked, her voice sounding breathless.
    “Because you don’t want to get wet.”
    Her eyes widened and her lips inched open. “Wet?” she asked, her breathing becoming a little harsher, more erratic. “Why…why would I get wet?” Everything in the way she said wet sounded so sinful, and he couldn’t help but wonder how wet he could make her, if given the chance.
    He jerked his head to the side. “The floor. It’s still wet. If you slide off, you’ll get your clothes wet. You won’t be able to go to your meeting if your clothes are all wet.”
    Christ, how many times could he say wet in one sentence?
    “Right. Right. I knew that was what you meant.” She frowned. “How am I supposed to get up?”
    “Hold on to me.”
    With her body molded to his, he wrapped one arm around her waist while he pushed himself up off the floor with the other. She snaked her arms around his shoulders and held tight as he climbed to his feet.
    Once upright, his head began spinning. Feeling dizzy, the