[Siren Classic: Erotic Romantic Suspense]
After moving to escape a controlling ex, shy Sara James takes a job with a personal security firm, intent on settling down. But her sudden hot attraction to her dark and dangerous new boss is a complication she cannot afford--or understand.
Former Army Ranger and Security Specialist Dash Williams takes one look at his new employee and falls hard. But how can he approach a woman who outwardly ignores him while her soft, yearning eyes send another message entirely? His dominant instincts fire to life, and when Sara is plagued by a depraved stalker, he steps in to protect the woman he wants to claim as his own.
As they work together to stay one step ahead of the stalker, Dash realizes that his need to take over and protect will not help Sara have confidence in her own abilities. So he goes against his own primitive instincts and his training to teach her to protect herself and reclaim her freedom. The only problem is, when the danger is over, how will Dash ever let Sara go?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 STARS: "It has taken all of Dash William’s control to not express his feelings for new employee Sara James, her quiet demeanor has caused him to go slowly and wait until an opportunity presents itself. When Dash, who is a security specialist, finds out her ex is stalking her, he quickly takes control of the matter offering her protection and the possibility of a future with him. A wild ride, Overheated is an intriguing story. Dash is magnetizing with his personality but also his sensitivity for Sara, knowing she is reluctant to make her problems someone else’s. I thought this was a fantastic story that I was completely absorbed in. Highly recommended." -- Emily, Sensual Reads
4 STARS: "I really enjoyed this story! Who doesn’t love a big, sexy, brute of a man who has only the best intentions? Sara was a bit wimpy at first but after spending time with her sexy-as-all-get-out security team, she toughens up. I wanted to dislike her, if for nothing else than she is one lucky gal, but I couldn’t find it in myself. She was a hell of a character. There were secondary characters that just scream for their own story, and I will be the first in line to read theirs as well. I like this entire group and found myself laughing out loud at some of the antics they came up with. The sex between Sara and Dash was rather explosive, which is always a plus. Again, I’m jealous! This story had just enough of every element to make it one of the best I have read in a while. I highly recommend Overheated, and as the name implies, prepare yourself because things are about to get hot!" -- Stefani, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
He had tried to respect her choice and keep his distance until he could figure out how to approach her, but found himself taking lunch at Morrisey’s down the block almost daily because Sara was there with some of his staff. Hell, he left on time every day now just so he could walk behind her all the way to the parking lot. She had the sweetest, roundest ass he had ever seen, and the thought of squeezing those smooth globes while he took her from behind had him in a sweat and battling a raging hard-on. He always watched her drive away and had once even followed at a discrete distance to see where she was living.
Gotta stop that shit, he thought, even as he jumped up and moved out into the hall to follow the ladies to lunch.
“I think you should find someone who will actually be nice to you,” Carolyn, his manager, was saying. “Not all men are creeps.”
Sara shrugged, obviously uncomfortable.
Dash’s heart sped up. Was Sara having trouble with a boyfriend? He could give the guy a little attitude adjustment, free of charge. Or get rid of him and take his place. Yeah, that was more like it.
“I’m completely serious, Sara. Look, if your ex is coming on too strong, why don’t you speak to Dash? He’ll understand. Security is his business, after all.”
Sara looked flustered. “I can’t tell my new boss that I’m scared of my own shadow. It’s nothing.”
Ah, not a current boyfriend but an ex. Even better. Dash wanted to jump in and tell Sara that he would be more than happy to fix her problem. He would be particularly happy if it involved punching this asshole of an ex. He was already itching to do just that. He pushed his hands into his pockets to keep from grabbing Sara and hauling her into his arms where she would never have to be afraid again. His finely honed sense of timing said it wasn’t the right moment.
“It’s not nothing. Instincts are important, Sara. You’re not sleeping and you hardly eat. You can’t deny that. When you spoke to me, it was because you knew something was wrong.” Carolyn was speaking softly now, but firmly, clearly in full protective mode.
Carolyn had been one of his top agents for several years, until a bad break suffered in a ground chase with an attacker had nearly destroyed her ankle. Four surgeries had made it usable, but nothing would give her the speed she had once enjoyed. She had voluntarily moved into the administrative side of the business, and she was the best damned business manager Dash could imagine. Nothing escaped her notice.
”Last week, you said some of your stuff was missing. That means he was in your apartment, Sara. And now the dead sparrow? He’s trying to terrorize you into taking him back. Talk to Dash.”
“No, I can’t tell Dash.” Sara’s voice was thin and too high. Her whole body was tense. She acted like it would be unthinkable to speak to her boss about a personal problem.
It was all Dash could do to keep from roaring in anger. Some psycho was after sweet Sara? No damned wonder she was so skittish around him. He had thought she just wasn’t ready to acknowledge the sizzling chemistry between them, but it was much more complicated than that.
“You damn well just did tell me,” he bit out, moving up between the women. Sara visibly started, shocked to see him behind them. Carolyn just looked smug.
“You can fill in all the sick details over lunch, and don’t bother trying to tell me it’s nothing,” he continued in a harsh tone when he saw Sara’s mouth open. She edged away from him, trying to put Carolyn between them. Dash snagged her arm, keeping her right beside him. With his other hand, he flipped open his cell phone.
“Isaac, we have a situation. Sara’s ex is a stalker, might have already broken into her place.”
There was a pause as Dash listened, his eyes fixed firmly on Sara, almost daring her to pull away from him.
Sara moaned as the wild taste of him hit her tongue. The heat of his male flesh in her mouth was provocative.
She had never done this before, this act that men seemed to crave. But she could quickly come to crave it, too. His musky male scent, his taste, the way his big body shook as she opened her lips over him. She moaned aloud.
She held the large, plum-shaped head in her hot mouth until he shuddered then moved to take more. A few slow strokes up and down and she was getting the rhythm, sinking over him to take his cock deeper and sucking as she pulled away. His hips were following her hypnotic motions, gently at first and then with more strength, more force, until he was cupping the back of her head in one hand and shoving his penis through her pursed lips.
Sara’s eyes were heavy, the blatantly sexual act arousing her, also. Her gaze met his and she tightened her mouth around him and reached to cradle his balls in one cool hand.
He shouted as he came. His powerful neck corded, and pulse after pulse of hot semen splashed against the back of her throat. She moaned and suckled him, drinking him down. She took all he had to give until his head rocked back to thud against the wall and still he came.
His muscles went limp suddenly. Sara held him inside her mouth for a long moment, and then gradually let him slip free.
She still felt aroused herself, but a curious satisfaction slid through her, curling around her heart and burning away the last of the coldness. She moved up beside Dash and laid her head on his hot shoulder. His arm came around her weakly to draw her closer.
“Damn, Sara,” he whispered, his breathing still labored. “That was the hottest thing.”
“I read about that,” she said shyly.
Dash groaned and laughed. “Your first time? God. You’re a natural, sweet Sara.”
His cock twitched, its hot length still semi-hard against her thigh. She squirmed a little, still aroused, still needing. Not knowing how to ask him.
But he recognized her involuntary movements, smelled the spicy scent of her aroused pussy infusing the air around them. The room smelled like sex, and he loved it.
“Now it’s your turn.” His voice rasped along her nerve endings, making her shiver in feminine appreciation. “Lie back and put your arms over your head. Keep them there, Sara.” His voice was warm and dark, but it was clearly an order.
Shivering, Sara complied, arching her back as her arms lifted, loving the feel of his burning gaze as it rested on her breasts. Her nipples were hard little points against the creamy mounds, and as Dash lowered his dark head, his tongue coming out to tease the very tip, Sara sighed and melted into the pillows. Her soft body twisted involuntarily, trying to coax him into a deeper intimacy.
The pleasure she loved was just out of reach, and she began to beg him softly, wildly for what she so desperately needed.
When Dash finally drew her nipple into his hot mouth and suckled, Sara jerked in his arms, crying out at the tiny climax. Her broken cries seemed to inflame him, and he pulled harder at her breast, hollowing his cheeks and tugging rhythmically at her other breast with his fingers. Her body convulsed, and he groaned deep in his throat.
He shifted above her, pushing down to run his tongue over her drenched slit, tasting the heat and spice of her release. He shoved his stiffened tongue inside her, drinking her essence as her cries escalated. He was everywhere, covering her, surrounding her. His fingers continued to tug on her nipples, his lips plucking at her clit. He nipped her tender, sensitive flesh with his teeth. Breathless, mindless, Sara didn’t know she was begging incoherently and writhing against the black satin.
He heaved himself up suddenly, sliding smoothly into position and thrusting heavily into her wet heat. His powerful movements forced tiny, rhythmic screams from her, pushing her higher and higher until she was riding one long, endless climax, and still he thrust.
Following some ancient instinct, she reached down between their bodies and brushed her cool fingertips against his tight balls.