Sexual Games [The Heroes of Silver Springs 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page B

to him. That, too, hadn’t worked yet, but hope sprung eternal. “What’s the matter, handsome? Does the thought of me on a dance floor make that conservative brain of yours think provocative thoughts?”
    “I’ve seen you on a dance floor. You’re idea of dancing makes Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey’s interpretation fit for a Disney special.”
    Mallory threw her head back and laughed. “You should try it sometime. A couple of hot, sweaty bodies bumping and grinding to the beat of the music, a little alcohol to numb the senses…” She trailed off as her words created an image in her head that made her panties wet. She saw Jackson on a dance floor, his tie gone and shirt half unbuttoned to reveal a rock-solid chest speckled with dark springy hair. She saw his stormy gaze lock with hers as he crooked a finger, beckoning her closer. She could almost feel one corded, muscular arm as it slid around her waist and yanked her close. Then he started to move, grinding his thickening cock against her belly and sending slivers of erotic heat straight to her pussy.
    “I should try it with you, I suppose.”
    His words ripped her from the quickly accelerating porn flick taking form in her mind. She shifted in her seat and felt more juices escape her slick folds as she pulled the car into the parking lot of FBI HQ. She looked at him as she put the car in park and shut off the engine.
    “It would be a place to start.” She slid her gaze from his face to his chest, her hands burning to touch. She wanted to push off his jacket, rip open his shirt and flatten her palms on his tanned flesh. She wanted to feel his dense muscles flex under her hands. She dared to lean closer to him, to reach for his tie, and let the silk glide through her fingers. “You’re still wearing this tie far too tight, Agent Graham.”
    His hand closed around her wrist and she suddenly felt dizzy, intoxicated. It was as if his fingers came equipped with tiny needles that penetrated her flesh and injected her with a heavy dose of erotic desire. His stormy gaze locked with hers and the intensity in his stare took her breath away. Challenge, promise, and hope twisted in an expression that was starkly sexual and dangerous as hell.
    “Take it off, Mallory. You know what you’ll get.”
    Sanity teetered as need urged her to do things her mind screamed she shouldn’t. Yeah, she knew what she would get, exactly what she’d wanted for more years than she could count. Knowledge of what it would cost her in return had her slowly dropping her hand and easing back into her own seat.
    A flash of disappointment moved through his handsome face. “You still aren’t ready to play.”
    The passenger door closed with a finality that sent a shudder down her spine. Anger and a fear she could no longer ignore kept her planted in her seat as she watched him walk into the building, saw him stop just inside the door to wait for her. He’d taken over the game, changed the rules.
    “Not by a long shot,” she muttered as she got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. She was Mallory Stone, and she didn’t stand placidly by while anyone attempted to take control of anything she possessed. Jackson wanted to play. Well, then, she’d just have to stage a game he’d never forget.
     
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    “Oh my God, did you see how he looked at you?” Terri plopped down on the end of the sofa in Jackson’s apartment and folded her legs Indian style as she reached for a slice of pizza from the open box on the coffee table. She had taken a quick shower and changed into a pair of barely there shorts and a cut-off T-shirt that had seen better days.
    Thaddeus considered a shower himself, but his grumbling stomach demanded he eat first. They’d decided to call for a pizza, finding a flyer for a local pizzeria under a magnet on the fridge. Terri had danced around the apartment as if they had hit a gold mine. Jackson’s kitchen was stocked with better, healthier options that