(This Is Our Life #4)
by F.G. Adams
Release Date: July 19, 2017
Oh, the foolish games we play.
The moment I was gifted a test drive of the luscious Sage Blackwood, I knew she was mine. I was broken, half a man, until she pieced me back together. She changed my world forever with her magnetic humor and hot body. Sage is an expert of subterfuge. Her logic overrules her cravings. It doesn’t matter if she feels the same; I’m the master at games and puzzles. And I’ll win this game in the end. I always do.
Oh, the tangled webs we weave.
Pushing the wrong buttons is Lukas Roger’s forte. Except he presses all the right ones when he’s sending me to heaven with each and every delicious touch. But I can't give him what he wants. I will never give myself completely to another. It just doesn’t work in my world. I bury those dreams deep. My job connected us. Now this powerful bond scares me. My body desires to cling to what Lukas offers, while my mind is telling me to run away.
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An Excerpt from Lukas
Life is a game; you win some and you lose some. Then there are times you play and you don’t care about the turnout, your only concern is the here and now. I want her with every fiber of my being. I clear my throat, and beautiful brown eyes turn in my direction and a sultry pout graces her plump lips as her eyes devour me. Game on. Oh, yeah. Princess Peach, here comes Mario.
Leaning over, I hover beside her ear, barely touching it, and say, “Hey, gorgeous, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?”
She chuckles pushing her face slightly into mine. I’m inundated by the faint trace of perfume, like sunshine and roses. Unique and refined.
“You use that line with all the girls?” Her voice is sexy yet full of playfulness.
“Is it working?” I ask.
“Mmmm. Maybe,” she banters back in a hungry tone.
Placing my nose against her neck, I sniff my way back up to her ear and suck the lobe into my mouth, causing a shudder from both of us.
“My place is just around the corner, soldier. You on board?” she queries as she gulps in short, quick breaths.
She’s affected just as much as I am.
“What’s your name, pretty lady?” I ask, needing a name.
“You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” she playfully throws back at me.
I quickly respond, “Lukas, but you can call me Luc.”
Her dark orbs have me mesmerized, and I can’t look away. She offers me her hand.
“Lukas, I like it. I’m Sage. And you can call me Sage.”
The sexy way her mouth quirks up has me on the edge. This woman is a straight shooter, funny and beautiful, a combination that causes my dick to twitch.
“Let’s go,” I reply, my voice filled with need.
Gently, I take her by the arm and usher her out of the crowded space. She complies with no complaints.
My eyes travel to the guys and I motion with a nod, indicating my departure. The smiles on their faces reveal I’ll have hell to pay tomorrow from their ribbing, but it’s all good.
This sexy female is just what the doctor ordered and just what I need tonight.
We enter the alley in the direction of the parking lot located behind the bar when delicate fingers brush mine. I look around, and without a second thought, I swing her into my arms, crushing my mouth over hers. Her lips part and I dive in. I want to devour the sweet and juicy taste. Long nails knead my shoulders and inch up the back of my neck into my scalp, causing all the blood in my body to rush south. Fuck! Every touch from her leaves a fiery trail of unfulfilled need. At this rate, we won’t make it to her place before my dick finds a new home.
I make an effort to stop, but those damn toned legs wrap around my waist. She’s clinging to me, dry humping my throbbing dick. My hands scoop the plump mounds of her bottom and proceed to press her over my straining erection, wishing the clothes between us would disappear. She’s an untamed wildcat on the loose.
Laughing penetrates the sensual haze we are lost in. She moans, tightens her grip in my hair, and sucks my tongue harder, choosing to ignore the interruption. I don’t give a fuck if she doesn’t. I’ve met my match.
I retaliate by applying pressure with my teeth. Neither caring who sees. Lost in the carnal pleasure of the powerful aphrodisiac passing between us.
“Get a fucking room,” an angry male voice demands from somewhere behind us.
The proximity and hostility washes over me like a bucket of ice water. Something about his tone alerts me. I glance around me, searching for the culprit. The alley is empty.
I reluctantly lower Sage. This isn’t the place. We need to leave.
“Let’s get outta here. Fast,” I command.
“Okay,” She winks and grabs my hand.
We sprint the distance to her apartment. Two magnets drawn together.
About F.G. Adams
F.G. Adams writes contemporary and paranormal romance about sexy alpha heroes and feisty-mouthed heroines. The wonder twins forming F.G. enjoy a healthy obsession of reading that started at a young age. Their books reflect an avid imagination that was cultivated by their grandmother who taught them the mind has no limits and to use both hands when reaching for the stars. Partners in writing, they both thrive on creating unique storylines for you, the reader to enjoy.
When not writing, you can find them on a beach with their significant other enjoying the waves or riding a Harley on a country road somewhere in the USA.
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