Juliana Pratt is cursed. Her father's warned her many times she's destined to be a wanton just like her adulteress mother. It's why he's kept her in all-girls schools, hidden away from his elite society. However, when her father's arrested for murder, he needs Juliana to come into the spotlight to portray the doting daughter. Juliana agrees to the interviews and talk shows, but before she goes on the two-week tour of lies about her father, and with him behind bars and unable to stop her, she must first take care of her starving curse.
And Juliana picks the perfect man to get the job done. She secures him to a bed, but fails terribly at finishing the task. Her thoroughly teased curse is left famished. Later, Juliana discovers that the man she'd chosen to fulfill her every fantasy is also the agent assigned to protect her for the next two weeks. Her curse becomes relentless and will stop at nothing until the delectable NESA Agent T. Ryker has satisfied its hunger.
Agent T. Ryker prides himself on his discipline-that is, until his new assignment, Juliana Pratt, puts that renowned discipline to the ultimate test. Once he discovers that Juliana is the woman who drugged and handcuffed him to the bed in his hotel room, he also finds out her true identity. Ryker agrees to satisfy Juliana's ravenous curse, but he has his own reasons for doing it, and it's not just to give Juliana's body what it craves... for there is something else Agent T. Ryker wants from Juliana Pratt...
“Place your palms on the counter.” His warm breath brought life to the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck.
“Wh-what?” She stuttered, shaking. “Why?” With her heart thundering and her core tightening, she watched him in the mirror as he leaned in toward her ear.
“You said I have a chance in a million, so I'm taking my one chance,” he rasped, his breath no longer warm but searing. “Now be a good girl, drop the knife, and put your palms on the counter.”
Ana couldn’t resist the tone of his voice. It was the same one he used in the bedroom and in the shower—a voice full of promises, very gratifying, blissful, sexual promises. She pushed the knife across the counter a safe distance away and placed her palms on the counter, suddenly feeling very naked in her humble long cotton nightshirt.
He drew back a lock of her hair and whispered, “There's my good girl.” He nibbled her ear. “Now look straight ahead.”
“But I want to—”
“You can only look at me when I give you permission, Princess.” He bit her neck, and his hands trailed down her sides to the edge of her shirt. “Lift up your arms.”
Ana obeyed his every command until she was standing there in nothing but her slinky G-string. Realizing how exposed she was right there in the kitchen, she started to fidget.
“Palms back on the counter,” he sternly said.
She welcomed his control and obeyed again. The heat from his body retracted, and Ana became nervous.
“Move your ass back and spread your legs.”
Searching for him, for his touch, she did as she was instructed.
“That's it, Princess,” he grunted as she felt his hand cover her bare ass. “Offer yourself to me.”
Ana swayed her hips, not so much offering but begging. Her skimpy lingerie tightened around her waist before she heard the rip, and she gasped just before it was stripped from her body. She desperately wanted to look at the mirror, but instead she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Ryker's fingers slide from behind between her legs to her swollen and pulsating clitoris.
Stroking her, he huskily ordered, “Lift your hips.”
She arched to meet his touch, standing almost on her tiptoes like a ballerina.
He drove a finger inside her, plunged, and vacated. “Higher,” he said, somewhere between a grunt and a groan. “Oh yeah.” He squeezed her ass cheek as he tunneled his finger deeper. “My sexy princess, you are so fucking hot.”
The hiss of his zipper snapped her eyes open and forced her head to turn to the left.
“Uh-uh,” Ryker gruffly warned.
She cringed, not only between her legs, as she stared straight ahead. The sound of denim falling on the tile twisted that cringe into an unbearable ache. The extremely provocative position was new to her, but sexy as hell. Ryker had never taken her from behind, and when his hands fisted her ass cheeks and when he spread her open, Ana realized she wanted him to go ahead with it. That she wanted to feel him this way...
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