Sinful Rewards 5
Sinful Rewards 5
Cynthia Sax
PG-Rated Excerpt
#1
Hawke lies on my
bed, his huge form still and his breathing level, one of his hands resting on
the stack of clothes beside him. He’s falling asleep. My lips twist. What is it
about me that makes men comatose?
“You’re bored.” I
pat pressed powder over my shiny nose. “You don’t have to stay.” I force the
words, wanting him to stay, to keep me company.
“There’s nowhere
on earth I’d rather be than right here.” Hawke’s low rumble rolls over me,
lighting fires we have no time to tend. “There are many reasons to go to war.
Some men fight for their children. Some men fight for the glory. Some men fight
because their fathers fought and their grandfathers fought. I fought to protect
moments like these, the quiet moments everyone takes for granted.”
I meet his gaze
in the mirror, not expecting poetry from my rough, tough military man. “You
don’t take them for granted.”
“No, I don’t.”
Sadness flits across Hawke’s face. “I’ve seen too much to do that.”
“Is that why you
watch me?” I skim pink gloss across my lips.
“No.” He
chuckles. “I watch you because I’m a pervert.” I smile. Before I met him, I
thought I was alone in my perversions. “And I watch you because you like it,
because you’re mine.” Hawke places the clothing he’d folded in the laundry
hamper, not questioning my need for neatness even with my dirty garments,
treating the fabric as carefully as he treats me.
I say nothing as
I slip into the dress because I’m not his. Nicolas is the man I should want.
Hawke pushes my hair over my shoulder and zips my dress, his fingertips
pressing along my spine, leaving a trail of decadent sensation.
“You look
beautiful.” He brushes my tendrils back once more, his touch reverent.
I gaze at our
reflections in the vanity’s mirror. Hawke is huge, clad in his hideous black
T-shirt and faded blue jeans, all muscles and blunt features, a shadow of
stubble shading his chin. I’m smaller, wearing a delicate designer dress, my
makeup and hair flawless. We shouldn’t fit and we shouldn’t look right
together, yet we do, his maleness framing my slighter form, emphasizing my
femininity.
“You’re perfect,”
he murmurs.
PG-Rated Excerpt
#2
“Do you want
twenty minutes of my time?” Nicolas asks. “I’m not a nice person, Bee.” The
anguish in his voice makes my heart twist. “You heard what I did.”
I release his
hand and slide my palms over his chest, the fabric of his suit luxuriously soft
under my fingertips. “Yes, I heard what you did.” I’m not certain of the
details, knowing only that Nicolas made a mistake, the consequences were
terrible, and he’s been living with guilt since that day. “A truly bad man
wouldn’t care about his actions.”
“A good man
wouldn’t have made that decision.” Nicolas plucks on his shirt cuffs, clearly
agitated. “How can you forgive me?”
He asks this
because he can’t forgive himself. I read this truth in his dark eyes. Is this
why he hasn’t yet formed a lasting romantic relationship—he doesn’t think
himself worthy of love, doesn’t believe a woman can accept his past?
I wish I could
tell him I loved him but I don’t, not yet.
“You’re not
perfect, Nicolas.” I rise onto my tiptoes and press my lips against his chin.
The phone on my right hip hums as Hawke, my possessive former marine, tries to
interrupt the embrace. I ignore the call, focusing on my upset billionaire. “I
knew that before I met you, before I decided to be your friend.”
“I’m a terrible
friend also,” Nicolas mutters.
“You are a
terrible friend,” I admit and a gold sparkle returns to his brown eyes. “But you
have potential. I believe, after two or three years of constant training, you
could progress from being a terrible friend to being a really bad friend.”
Nicolas’s lips
twitch. “How many years will it take me to become a great friend?”
“More years than
you have.” I laugh, skipping away from him. “You’d have to be immortal to
achieve great-friend status.”
Nicolas grins,
his white teeth flashing against his tanned face. “You’re priceless.”
My smile wavers. Hawke used priceless to describe me
when he presented his report to Nicolas. I yearn to ask my billionaire what he
thinks about me.
R-Rated Excerpt #1
“If one lunch can
destroy their relationship, Jacques doesn’t deserve her.” The echoing stops and
my body hums with excitement. “Anything worth having is worth fighting for.”
My former marine
would fight for the woman he loves. I hear this in his voice, know this in my
soul. I open the door, tilt my head back, and gaze upward at Hawke. His chest
rises and falls. His scent engulfs me. There’s a gleam of intent in his pale
blue eyes.
He wants me and I
want him. If I allow him inside, we’ll kiss, touch, do things we shouldn’t.
Nicolas deserves my loyalty. I should tell Hawke to go away. I should—
Hawke captures my
lips with his, the force of his embrace driving me backward. I reach for him,
clasp his broad shoulders. He hooks his arms around me, securing me to him, as
he kicks the door shut. Our tongues tangle and twist, dancing to the rhythm of
our hearts, his stubble teasing my chin, leaving a sensual trail on my skin.
He tastes of
black coffee and man. His body radiates heat, a thin layer of moisture covering
his big form. Everything about him, even his no-name T-shirt and
seen-better-days jeans, appeals to me. I cling to him, losing myself in his kiss.
Hawke ravishes my
mouth with fierce, hard strokes, cupping my ass with his massive hands, lifting
me off the floor, pressing me into his muscular form. My feet dangle, my lips
throb, and my heart pounds, my world narrowing to the two of us. This is how it
always is with us, his touch eroding my reason, my control.
I rub against the
hard ridge in his jeans, tormenting us both with more sweet sensation. He feels
so good, so right. My pussy moistens and my nipples tighten, my arousal
spiraling upward.
Hawke groans into
my throat and his grip on my ass intensifies, his reaction thrilling me, making
me crazed. I tug on his T-shirt, seeking his bare skin, needing to feel, to
taste, to explore all of my huge man.
“Not now, love.”
Hawke lowers me, sliding my curves against him until my feet touch the hardwood
floor. “You have the lunch to prepare for.” He pushes a strand of my brown hair
away from my face, his fingers rough yet gentle, his eyes a brilliant blue. “I
vowed not to distract you.”
“To hell with
your vow.” My bottom lip curls. “You being here distracts me.”
The damn man laughs. “Show me the
clothes.”
R-Rated Excerpt #2
“You’re killing
me, Belinda.” He cups my ass, lifting me off the floor, and he walks with me
into my bedroom. “I have to touch all of you.”
“You forgot your
T-shirt.” I wave my arm. He’s left it on the kitchen floor.
“Passion is
messy, love.” Hawke kicks the door shut behind us and tosses me onto the center
of the bed. I bounce. He yanks off his jeans, the buttons popping.
I gaze at him
with open admiration, excitement unfurling low in my stomach. He kicks off his
boots and strips naked in mere seconds, his cock fully erect, jutting from a
base of neatly trimmed brown curls. He’s huge and aroused and mine, his scars
attesting to his violent career, his savage nature.
The future is
uncertain. We might have only tonight, this one moment. I spread my thighs in a
clear invitation and he stalks toward me, his eyes darkening to a brilliant
blue. The curtains are open and the storm continues to rage. All of my focus is
on him, my tattooed biker, my tortured military man.
I reach out, wrap
my fingers around his shaft, and he jerks. “Easy,” I coo, comforting him as I
would comfort a wild beast. “Let me touch you.” I cup his balls, weighing them,
rolling him in my hands. Hawke’s lips flatten and his eyelids lower as he
stands straight and still beside the bed.
I pump him with
one hand as I explore the cascade of defined flesh over his abdominal muscles,
the indent of his hipbones, the power of his upper thighs, committing every
scar, every inch of him to memory.
A dab of precum
forms on his cock head. I look upward and our gazes meet. My intentions must
reflect in my eyes because a strangled noise originates from deep in Hawke’s
throat. I slowly extend my tongue and flick the tip over him, tasting his
unique flavor. His cock bobs. His hands, held by his side, clench into massive
fists.
It’s not enough.
I lick my lips, savoring him, needing more. Hawke’s eyes widen, his gaze fixed
on my mouth as I push my flesh over his, taking his cock head into my heat. I
prod his slit, tease his rim, slap his shaft with the flat of my tongue.
“Fuck, love.
You’re slaying me.” He shakes, beads of sweat pearling on his golden skin,
adding sparkle and shine. Hawke doesn’t need clothing. His huge form is best
displayed nude, covered only with the remnants of desire.
I suck on his cock head and then release him. “You’ll
survive.” I repeat the words he often says to me and gently squeeze his balls.
About the Author:
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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Review:
Part 5 is just as hot as the last 4 and their is still a battle with her heart and if she should be with Hawke or Nicolas. But things are not as they seem as she attends a lunch and her nerves well they pop up. I won't write to much because number 5 has some twists and turns and WTH moments that I don't want to explore. Enjoy number 5 I did.
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