Delicious by Shayla Black Read Free Book Online

since he got elected eighteen months ago. The attempts started small, but with his reelection coming up, he’s been applying more pressure.”
    “How?”
    “Protesting in front of the club, scathing editorials in the local paper about the den of sin in the city’s backyard and the ‘trash’ who runs it. Recently, he collaborated with a reporter to wear a wire and solicit me for sex.” She snorted. “I can shove a lot of four-letter words into ‘no.’ ”
    Finally, they pulled up in front of her house. She hopped out and motioned for him to wait in the car. Juggling her keys, she unlocked the front door, unset the alarm, then ran around to the garage door and hit the button to open it. Luc drove in, then climbed out of the car, duffel bag in hand. He looked tense and nervous.
    “I thought it would be better if you parked in the garage. Don’t want anyone vandalizing your SUV or wagging their tongues. Come in.”
    He nodded, his stare glued to her. Alyssa closed the garage door behind them. She’d give anything to know what Luc was thinking. His tense demeanor and unflagging erection told her it was probably ways to avoid having the sex with her he knew he shouldn’t want but desperately did. And after tonight’s interrogation, she was in the mood to make him suffer.

Chapter Three
    L UC shut the bedroom door behind him, breathing hard. It wasn’t the climb up Alyssa’s stairs that caused his respiratory distress; it was watching her in front of him. The short black skirt that hugged her ass. Those sexy red garters he had a flash of now and then. The hint of her bare cheeks visible with every step.
    Damn it, he wanted to fuck her so badly he could hardly see straight. But messing with Alyssa was like dabbling in recreational drugs—stupid and potentially addicting.
    Last week, he’d had his third date with Emily, a first-grade teacher at the local elementary school in Tyler, Texas. It had gone well. Sweet, hazel-eyed, and dimpled, she liked country music, couldn’t stand profanity, and had great relationships with her family and pastor. A perfect wife. A perfect stay-at-home mother, just like his own. That’s what he wanted. He needed to stay focused on her—and stay away from Alyssa this week.
    Then never see the sexy stripper again.
    Once inside Alyssa’s guest room, he drew his cell from his pocket and thumbed his way down his contact list. Emily’s name was there. He desperately needed the fortification of hearing her sweet, high-pitched voice, but it would be rude to wake her up at four thirty in the morning. She’d ask questions he couldn’t answer. Instead of turning the conversation toward her school kids or her activities with the church, Luc feared what he’d say. Alyssa had scraped him so raw, he doubted he could exercise the verbal control necessary to deflect Emily’s questions. The demands of his dark side juiced his bloodstream. Everything inside him screamed for a hard, pounding fuck.
    So he was on his own.
    Shower. He needed one desperately. Hot water dousing his skin, spray pelting his body, deep breaths . . . coming down off the lust high so he could sleep.
    And not think about the sexy vixen lying in her bed less than fifty feet from him.
    Grabbing his pajama pants from his bag, he made his way down the hall, toward the darkened bathroom. Soft light spilled down the hallway from her bedroom. Ignore it, he told himself. But when he turned for the bathroom and groped for the switch, he couldn’t resist a peek over his shoulder at Alyssa’s slightly ajar bedroom door.
    And her very visible, delectable leg bathed in golden light.
    Luc sucked in a breath as a million images of her in that bed bombarded him. Her arms and legs wide-open to him, her husky taunts and whispered encouragements drowning out logic. God, her mouth on his cock had been the most amazing experience . . . until he’d worked his way into her tight pussy and damn near lost his mind. Then she’d topped that by