One Night With You: A Fatal Series Prequel Novella (The Fatal Series) by Marie Force Read Free Book Online Page A

I work all the time.”
    “All work and no play will make Sam a very dull girl.”
    “Indeed it does.”
    “For what it’s worth, I’m busy as hell, too. In fact, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow—or I guess it’s today now—for a four-week trip to Europe with the congressman.”
    “Four weeks in Europe,” Sam said with a sigh. “Sounds like hell.”
    “It would be for someone who considers Northern Virginia a foreign country.”
    “Crossing the Potomac is, in fact, overseas, but since you have DC in your initials, I won’t hold the Northern Virginia thing against you.”
    When he laughed, Sam discovered she’d only scratched the surface of his supreme sexiness. That deep laugh opened up a whole new frontier.  
    “That’s very kind of you. Truth is, I was rather looking forward to the trip until this incredibly sexy woman had beer spilled all over her, and I had no choice but to come to her rescue. Now four weeks in Europe is looking rather… boring.”
    “You give good compliment.”
    “Why, thank you.”
    “You give good everything .”
    “Is that right?” He nuzzled her neck while cupping her breast, and just that quickly, Sam wanted him again. Despite the zing of desire that had her motor running as if it hadn’t been recently—and repeatedly—satisfied, she had the presence of mind to realize tomorrow would be a flat-out disaster if she didn’t get some sleep.  
    “I hate to say this—and I do truly hate to say it—but I have to sleep, or the District’s criminal element will have their wicked way with me tomorrow.”
    His deep, dramatic sigh made her smile. “If you’re going to be that way about it…”
    “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be. Tonight was fantastic. Best time I’ve had in…well, ever.”
    “Me, too.”
    He stroked a hand over her hair in a soothing, protective way that made her want to sigh with pleasure. “Go to sleep. I’ll make sure you’re up in plenty of time to get to work.”
    “You should sleep, too.”
    “Me and sleep have a complicated relationship.”
    “Really?” She had all kinds of questions she wanted to ask about that bit of insight he’d shared with her.
    “Shhh. Go to sleep. I’ll tell you all about it some other time.”
    Knowing there would be another time, maybe more than one, filled her with the kind of giddy anticipation she’d never experienced with any other man. She definitely wanted more of this man, and suddenly, the idea of not seeing him for the four weeks he would be away was profoundly depressing.
    Her last thought before she dropped off the cliff into sleep was at least she’d have something to look forward to during the dog days of summer in the District.

    Sam resurfaced sometime later—it could’ve been minutes or hours for all she knew—to the feel of lips on her back and hands cupping her ass. It all came back to her in a rush of awareness. She was in Nick’s bed somewhere in Northern Virginia after the best sex of her life with, apparently, more to come.
    She opened her eyes for the brief second it took to ensure she hadn’t overslept. Seeing she was down to mere minutes before the alarm would go off, she closed her eyes again, losing herself to the sensual storm he was creating behind her.  
    God, he knew what he was doing. He played her like a maestro trained to please her and only her. And wasn’t that a terrifying thought? This was supposed to be a one-night thing, and now she was beginning to wonder if he was the guy she’d been meant to find after years of dating all the wrong men.
    If this one was wrong, she didn’t want to be right.
    He moved her effortlessly until she was positioned on her hands and knees, her legs spread and her ass propped in the air by the two pillows he pushed under her. He touched her everywhere, starting with her calves and working his way up to her thighs. When his tongue entered the party between her legs, Sam startled and gasped before she moaned.
    She’d never been one to take