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Don't have an account? Join Epub. Forgot password? First name. Sure to leave readers desperate for the next installment'. How bad do you want it? The only member of the Brandon empire with a moral compass, Shane Brandon is ready to make his family's business legitimate. His ruthless brother Derek wants to keep Brandon Enterprises cemented in lies, deceit and corruption. But the harder Shane fights to pull the company back into the light, the darker he has to become.
Then he meets Emily Stevens, a woman who not only stirs a voracious sexual need in him, but becomes the only thing anchoring him between good and evil. Emily is consumed by an all-encompassing passion for Shane. I gasp as Chris tears his mouth from mine and my name is a rasp of heat and desire torn from his throat. With no concept of how much time has passed, Im against the wall and I dont remember how I got there, nor do I care.
I try to kiss Chris 11 L isa Renee J on es again. His fingers tunnel into my hair, holding me back, and he is breathing as hard as I am. We have to stop before I get us arrested. And right now, it wouldnt take much to risk it just to be inside you. Chris inside me, filling me. I crave that more than my next breath. I blink up at him, dazed but not confused about what I want, which is him.
But the sound of an engine, and the laughter of a child, blast through me with a jolt that stiffens my spine. Everything thats happened in the past hour rushes over me and balls into a tight knot in my stomach.
I am appalled that I have forgotten where I am, and the urgency of needing to secure Rebeccas things.
I splay my hand over the warm heat of Chriss chest. I forgot the time. Im panting. How can I not be with this mans hips ground to mine, promising the kind of sweet escape I know he can give me?
I push thoughts through the haze of lust. I forgot to lock the unit. I have to get back before the main building is locked and I cant. I want to tell him everything that has happened. Hes the only person I can talk to about my fears for Rebecca, but I instinctively know he will flip out and ask too many questions when I have no time. I have to get to the storage unit quickly. Can you follow me over? I need to hurry. I dont wait for an answer. I slide along the wall to make my escape and ineffectively try to dart around him.
His hand settles on the wall by my head, caging me in. What do you need from Rebeccas storage unit this late at night? His jaw is set in that stubborn way I am coming to know, and despite its meaning, a part of me revels that I am coming to know him.
Can I explain on the way over?
Please, Chris? I really dont want to get sealed out of the main building. His keen stare cuts through the darkness and, damn it, I was right in my assumption. Hes steel, unmoving. Unwilling to let me escape without explanation.
What havent you told me, Sara? In case you dont know, you can be very overbearing, Chris. Ill tell you on the way over. Tell me now. Theyll lock the building, Chris. He doesnt move.
Of course not. Chris is always in control. Not always, a voice in my head says, and I remember him offering me his shirt to keep me from feeling insecure about my nudity when he was still dressed. In small but important ways he shares the power with me. I stopped by to see if I could find anything else that might tell me how to contact Rebecca.
I intend to say no more, but he stares at me and my tendency toward nervous rambling kicks in. I lost track of time and then all of a sudden the power went out and it was pitch black. I felt like I was suffocating and I couldnt see anything and I got spooked.
I heard this weird popping sound and I felt like I wasnt alone. What do you mean you felt like you werent alone? I just know I wasnt alone. Someone was inside the building. It felt like they were stalking me. I didnt know if I should hide or run and I couldnt see my damn phone to dial. I finally ran and when I got to my car I drove here. Thats how 13 L isa Renee J on es I ended up leaving the unit unlocked. Id just pulled in here when you called. He stares at me for another intense moment and then pushes off the wall, cursing under his breath as his hands settle on his hips, under his jacket.
What the fuck were you doing at the storage unit after dark alone in the first place? My defenses flare, made worse by the fact that I know it wasnt the smartest thing Ive ever done.
Stupidity is not an easy thing to face. Dont curse at me, Chris. Dont make decisions that put yourself in danger and I wont.
My feathers are ruffled further. I can take care of myself. Ive been doing it for years. Is that what you call tonight? His anger is palpable, crackling off him like the hum of electricity.
Taking care of yourself? Because if it is, youre scaring the crap out of me, Sara. I told you Id have someone look into Rebeccas whereabouts and that means you leave it the hell alone. Im more than defensive now. Im pissed. I dont need another man to tell me I dont know how to take care of myself. I lash out.
Weve had this conversation, Chris. Fucking me does not give you the right to run my life. His jaw flexes, and while the shadows hide the green of his eyes, Im pretty sure theyd be burning with red-hot anger. Is that what were back to, Sara? Im fucking you? Is that where last night took us again? Why you are all over me in a parking lot? Because if you want me to fuck you, Ill fuck you until you cant remember your damn name and you never forget mine.
Heat rushes over me because I know how capable he is of 14 Being Me making good on his words. But in their depths is the inference Im not already there, that he doesnt know I will never forget him, and more so, that I dont want to try. I open my mouth to say as much, but I dont get the chance. Decide now, Sara, he demands. If Im with you beyond a few fuck sessions, Im damn sure going to do everything I can to protect you and youre going to have to deal with it.
My mood shifts instantly with his ultimatum. Im already in old demon territory and I can suddenly taste the poison of the past in every word I hiss. Protect me or control me, Chris? I wait for him to react, to try to smash me back down, to demand of me whatever he sees as his right.
Part of me wants him to rise to this challenge. Another fears he will. But at least if he does, I know how to deal with it. But this is Chris, and he doesnt do anything I expect, now or ever. He just stares at me, his expression unreadable, his jaw set in a hard line.
Long, tense seconds tick by, and he reaches into his jacket and snatches his keys from his pocket. Lets go lock the damn storage unit. He turns away and I feel my stomach sink to my feet.
I dont want to fight with him. And Im not fighting with Chris, anyway, I realize. Im fighting with my past and I refuse to let my old demons come between us. I dart forward and put myself between him and the car, my hand settling on his chest.
He doesnt touch me. He stares down at me and I see no emotion in him. Ive seen this Chris, back at the winery, when hed been given something of his fathers, when he was shutting down emotionally, and I am not going 15 L isa Renee J on es to let him do that now. Not with me. Not because I let some damnable past demon get in the way. Emotion claws at my chest and my lashes lower. Im sorry. I draw a heavy breath and meet his stare. Im scared to death of being vulnerable with this man who, without even trying, has more power over me than anyone before him did, but I remind myself that coming here was his olive branch, his act of vulnerability.