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Bedding The Bad Boy
From Author Virna DePaul
Bedding the Bad Boy
Identical twin and Las Vegas performer Max Dalton has always been the number one bad boy in his family, and he’s appreciated the women and fame that comes along with his reputation.
Grace Sinclair is on a mission when she comes to Vegas, one that involves asking Max, her best friend’s brother-in-law, to give her the pleasure no man’s ever been able to. She suspects Max has more layers than he lets people see, but she’s determined to keep her heart safe even as she offers him her body.
What neither of them plan on is love—or the triangle the media stirs up with Max’s blonde bombshell actress friend.
Will Grace see beyond Max’s bad boy façade long enough to trust him with her heart? And will Max figure out what he really wants before he loses the one woman who makes him believe in love again?
“What the hell, Grace? Why are you running from me?”
She gulped. The feel of his hands gripping her arms—gently, but firmly—made her shiver. She pasted a smile on her face. “Oh, hi Max. I’m not running, Sugar. It was just time for me to leave.”
He let her go and crossed his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh. And you didn’t hear me calling you?”
“You called me?” she asked, eyes wide, her tone obviously forced. Lord, she was such a horrible liar.
Slower than molasses going uphill in January, his gaze traveled down her body, taking in her outfit. A rose-colored halter, black skinny jeans and heels. Definitely club worthy and sexier than anything he’d ever seen her wear. When his eyes finally met hers again, she couldn’t help but gasp.
His expression was hot. Scorching. And unless she was mistaken, he looked like he wanted, really needed, what the brunette had said he was very good at providing. Fast and furious sex with a woman all night long. Sex with her.
Before she could stop herself, her gaze traveled to the front of his pants where sure enough…
The evidence of his obvious desire ignited her own.
She’d come here for a reason and now she had her opening.
The question was whether she was going to reach out and take it.
The answer was a resounding no.
Couldn’t endure being in Max’s arms only to have him witness her inability to do what so many other women seemed to do so easily. Besides, although he’d checked her out and seemed to like what he saw, it was probably just reflex. She was dressed up. He was on the prowl. More importantly, she’d actually been running from him. His hunter instincts had kicked in was all.
She started to back away. “I’m sorry, Max, but I have to go. It was good seeing you again.”
“Damn it, wait.”
At the commanding tone in his voice, she instinctively stopped. She held her breath as he walked toward her. That breath whooshed out of her lungs when Max lifted a hand and cupped the side of her neck. She gasped at how delicious his touch felt, how it was both tender and inescapable, and his eyes darkened to a deep burnished jade.
“What’s going on, baby? Why are you here?”
The way he stared at her, intense and deep, coupled with the way he called her baby, almost made her knees buckle. They certainly quivered, as did that tender spot between her legs. Heat washed over her then exploded when he skimmed his thumb across the line of her jaw. The way he was looking at her… as if he saw something in her that others didn’t, as if he liked what he saw and wanted to spend some time exploring it and hoped that’s what she wanted too… made a foolish hope start to bloom.
“Grace,” he said. “Answer me.”
“I—” She licked her lips, noting how his gaze dropped to her mouth as she did so. “I came to ask you…”
When she paused again, he leaned closer, until she could feel his breaths on her mouth, like tender air kisses teasing her with all that could come next. “Grace, I know you’re having a problem with something. You don’t know me well, but I think you know I’ll help you if I can. So tell me. What did you come to ask me?”
She took a deep breath and wondered if she was really going to say it, right here on the street. But the way he was looking at her, the way he was touching her… she wanted more of that. She wanted it too much.
Her gaze flitted away from his. “Max, I can’t…”
He raised his other hand so he was cupping both sides of her neck now. It made her feel boxed in. Trapped.
And she never wanted him to let her go.
Instinctively, she gripped both his wrists.
“Grace. What did you want to ask me?”
“You’re being far too bold, Max. I’m not going to—”
“What did you want to ask me, Grace?”
“Will you please stop—”
“Dammit, just tell me.”
“I want you to give me an orgasm!”
They both gasped.
Oh God, she’d actually blurted it out.
Excerpt: Rated R
Good Lord, Grace thought. I’m in a parked car with Max Dalton. And he told me he needs me. He wants me to give up control so he can give me a big O. So why am I sitting here pressed against the passenger door? And why isn’t he reaching over the center console and touching me?
Max, who’d just pulled his car into a lookout point with a stunning view of the Las Vegas Strip, turned toward her. “Locals call this place Love with a View. I’ve never actually been up here but I’ve meaning to check it out.”
She gazed at the twinkling lights and far-off desert scape.
“It’s pretty,” she said. She tried to relax and started with unfolding her hands from her lap. Her palms were sweaty but she resisted wiping them on her skirt.
She wasn’t sure how he planned on starting to steam up the windows, but when he asked, “So, what were you like in college?” she blinked in surprise.
“You really want to talk about that?”
“It’s a good place to start.”
“Start talking, Grace,” he said gently.
“I thought you wanted to make out and steam up some windows.”
“We’ll work our way up to that. You said you had your first sexual experience with your college boyfriend. What was his name?”
Grace just stared at Max, not sure why they were working their way up to anything. And really not sure why working their way up meant telling Max her ex-boyfriend’s name.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “He’s really not relevant.”
“So humor me.”
“His name was Neil.”
“And you said Neil was a good lover. That you enjoyed sex with him for… two years, wasn’t it?”
“A little less than that considering we went out six months before we actually had sex, but that’s about right, yes.”
“Since you waited until college, waited six months with Neil, sex is meaningful to you. Did you wait for religious reasons?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t want to give myself to just anyone.”
He nodded, his eyes darkening, and she wondered what he was thinking. She was obviously willing to give herself to him. “Before that, before you had a boyfriend, did you experiment with sex? Make out in high school?”
“Not really,” she said.
“Did you masturbate?”
She felt her face getting warm but tried to appear composed. “Sure.”
“You never had any problem getting off by yourself and that’s still true?”
“Yes, it’s still true. But I’ve got to tell you, Max. This is starting to feel like a routine doctor’s appointment. And I’m not turned on at all. I—”
She gasped when Max reached over, put his hand on her thigh and leaned in close. “Concentrate, Grace. Because I’m betting if I put my hand down your panties right now, you’d be wet. Shall I find out?”
She swallowed hard, concentrated and realized he was right. She’d been in her head, focusing on the seeming mundane questions he was asking her, but her body was obviously going where Max wanted. She was wet. She actually ached. But that didn’t mean she wanted to talk about sex with him.
Listening to him say sexy things to her, fine.
But her? While she could surprise people with her sexuality and her piercings and her other secrets, one thing she’d never been good at was talking about sex. The only thing that mattered during sex was action, whether she could make a guy feel good and whether he could do the same for her.
She covered his hand with her own. “Max—”
“I was going to spend a little more time exploring your sexual history, but I certainly don’t want this encounter to seem clinical. So let’s change the subject. What gets you off?”
She tried to move back, but he caught her hand. “Why do we have to talk about mechanics?”
Without preamble, he slipped his free hand into the crease between her thighs. His hand didn’t get far between her closed legs, but it got far enough. “Because talking about sex gets you hot.”
Virna DePaul is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of steamy, suspenseful fiction. Whether it’s vampires, a Para-Ops team, hot cops or swoon-worthy identical twin brothers, her stories center around complex individuals willing to overcome incredible odds for love.
Bedding The Wrong Brother is a #1 Bestselling Contemporary Romance, and is followed by Bedding The Bad Boy. Her PNR series with Random House launched on April 1, 2014 with Turned. She loves to hear from readers at www.virnadepaul.com