Make-Me-Sweat.pdf

Evernight Publishing

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ISBN: 978-1-926950-56-3

Cover Artist: LF Designs

Editor: Kimberly Bowman

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are

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DEDICATIO

IÓm lucky to have someone in my corner who encourages me,

challenges me, and loves me despite my way-too-many flaws. All

writers should have that. To the Spousal Equivalent and the offspring,

Thank You and I Love you.

To the siblings on the Isle 0f Spice/GreenzÈLove, always.

A shout-out to the very aughty Romance Writers . Helluva

group of talented folks. CrazyÈbut talented.

MAKE ME SWEAT

Avril Ashton

Chapter One

Strobe lights glinted off the slender arch of her bare back. A

tiny black dress barely covered her taut ass. He couldnÓt decide which

to stare at first. Or longest. The ass begging to be squeezed, bit, or the

blue-green stars floating from her right shoulder to the curve of her

left hip.

Dak palmed his cock and stared at the surveillance cameras.

The mysterious woman was back. Two nights a week, for the last

three weeks, sheÓd come in to his club, Dakota House. Always by

herself. Other, more beautiful women lingered at the bar, but Dak

paid them no attention. She took it all.

His fantasy lady strolled over to the bar, her sure steps and

swaying hips screaming, Ðfuck meÑ. Taking a seat on a high stool, she

crossed her long, caramel-colored legs. The obscenely high heels on

her feet gave them the illusion of never-ending. His balls tightened,

cock swelling harder. This morning heÓd jacked off to her face in his

head. As he watched his cum mix with the water, he promised heÓd

make a move the next time she came in.

Here she was, putting him to the test. As if she felt his perusal,

she lifted her face slightly, gaze searching and finding the camera

directly above the bar. Dak pressed some buttons and zoomed in. She

lifted her chin as her wide eyes mocked him, lips curved into a smirk.

A bad girl. He knew it from the way she walked, the way she sat

expectantly. Waiting.

His move.

Dak snatched up the phone on his desk with unsteady hands

and punched the number to his head of security who patrolling the

floor. Jayce answered immediately.

ÐYeah.Ñ

ÐBring her to me,Ñ Dak spoke into JayceÓs earpiece.

ÐAbout time.Ñ Loud hip-hop drowned out JayceÓs laugh.

ÐJust do it.Ñ Dak hung up and took a breath. He moved to

stand then thought better of it when Jayce approached the woman. His

friend bent and whispered in her ear. Dak growled, the sound

surprising him. He didnÓt like Jayce being that close to her.

Jayce straightened, but the woman didnÓt move. In fact she

picked up the glass of clear pink liquid in front of her and drank

slowly. Jayce crossed his arms, frowning at her. His friend wasnÓt

used to waiting on anyone. Dak wasnÓt either.

She licked her lips and Dak could almost taste the salt from

the rim of her glass. His mystery woman traced the circular rim with a

gloved finger, then brought it to her mouth where she wiped it clean

with a dart of her tongue.

Fuck.

Dak grabbed the phone and spoke into JayceÓs earpiece. ÐIf

sheÓd not up here in five minutes, youÓre so fucking fired.Ñ

On the screen, Jayce grinned. Dak grunted. Maybe it was time

to start looking for a new best friend.

She stood smoothly, following Jayce as he led her to DakÓs

private elevator.

Dak checked his appearance in the mirror in his bathroom,

then stood at his window looking down at the line of people waiting

to get into his club. He smiled, anticipation a tight coil in his gut.

HeÓd never looked forward to anything more than he did to meeting

his mystery woman face to face. HeÓd fucked his share of beautiful

women, but this one, something had grabbed him and held on the

instant he saw her.

She occupied his dreams, and it was nothing a good session of

raunchy sex couldnÓt cure.

A muted knock sounded on his office door. He cleared his

throat before bidding, ÐCome in.Ñ

The door opened, and he turned as she stepped over the

threshold. Their eyes met, held, and his heart pounded in his chest.

ÐYou called?Ñ A thin, dark brow lifted as she closed the door

quietly behind her.

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