“I had to constantly remind myself to breathe. Shelly Bell packs a powerful punch with her flawless writing and suspenseful, passionate love story.” — #1 New York Times bestselling author Jodi Ellen Malpas on At His Merc
When it ends up in the hands of his biggest enemy—his father—Ryder knows without a doubt he’s been betrayed. And when he finds Jane again, a year later, he can’t decide what’s worse—that her mother is marrying his brother, or that he still finds Jane irresistible, despite the fact that she’s a liar, a thief, and his father’s latest protégé.
Jane Cooper does have a secret, but it’s not the one Ryder thinks. As their rekindled passion changes into something deeper, they’ll have to work together to untangle a web of lies and corruption that will shatter everything they thought they knew about their pasts. Because Jane’s not the only one with a secret—and this secret is getting people killed.
He smiled, the skin crinkling around his eyes. Then his gaze dipped to her chest. “As much as I appreciate the peek-a-boo view of your nipples, your blouse is misbuttoned.”
Horrified, she slapped her arms over her chest. “What?” She looked down and confirmed he wasn’t joking. Somehow, she’d missed a button, allowing for a huge gap in the fabric, and since she barely filled a B-cup, she hadn’t bothered with a bra. How many others had she inadvertently flashed?
She closed her eyes and sighed. So much for making a good impression. Everyone was probably laughing behind her back. “Fuck me.”
Ryder grabbed her hand and pulled her from the pillar. “Usually I prefer a bit more banter, but I’m game.”
Her eyes flew open as she stumbled forward, slamming into a hard wall of muscle. His arm encircled her waist, helping her regain her balance. She clutched his sweater in her hands. God, he smelled good. “I’m sorry?”
He looked perplexed, one of his eyebrows shooting up while the other remained in place. “You asked me to fuck you.”
“I didn’t,” she said, her protest coming out much weaker than she’d intended.
Damn him. He confused her with that quick-witted tongue of his.
She clenched her thighs together, picturing him putting that tongue to better use. Crap, I shouldn’t be thinking that. What’s wrong with me? “That was me…I mean, I—”
He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her stammering. “Tell me the truth. Do you or do you not want me to fuck you?”
Was that a trick question? She didn’t think there was a woman in the room who wouldn’t want Ryder in their bed. He removed his finger, giving her the chance to reply. “I…I don’t even know you.”
“What better way to get to know someone than by fucking them?”
The way he said fucking made her hot and needy. “Um…a conversation?”
He chuckled, the sound of it like a caress between her legs. “You want a conversation? How about this?” His arms tightened around her waist and he pulled her closer, letting her feel the full effect of his desire for her against her hip. “If I don’t get my mouth on your pussy within the next five minutes, I’m going to stand on top of the bar and tell everyone you crashed the conference without paying.”