I was an ex-con. A convicted killer. And I knew that’s all anyone would ever see me as. At least I thought so…until I met her…
Ex-Con: Bad Boy Romance
When recent parolee Bobby Cantrell loses yet another job, he resigns himself to the usual struggle of finding a place willing to take a chance on someone with his past. Then, without warning, a gorgeous blonde careens into his life and everything changes.
Except, maybe, he’s finally found someone who sees something good inside him, something even he can’t see.
What he can’t do, however, is escape from his past. A past that now threatens to destroy the new life he’s building for himself…and threatens people he’s come to care about. Can he save them, or will he have more blood on his hands?
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“I’m sleeping just fine,” I responded, not turning to look at her. “I sleepwalk.”
“I love a smart-ass.”
My skin pricked as she moved to stand next to me. She stood so close, I could feel the warmth of her, a teasing little promise.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I took another sip of the bourbon. Damn, but that stuff was good. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to go back to drinking the cheap shit I’d always had before. She was ruining me already.
“How much trouble is he going to try to cause you?” Carly asked into the quiet of the room.
I didn’t know why I bothered playing dumb.
She was a hell of a lot smarter than anyone gave her credit for. Well, anyone but Jake and Ryan. They didn’t underestimate her.
Her sigh was dramatically overdone, and from the corner of my eye, I could see the way she tipped her head back to the sky, almost as if she was praying for patience. If she found any, maybe she could share it. I needed some myself.
I tossed back the rest of the bourbon, and then put the glass down on the small table next to the window. “Caralee,” I said, mimicking her aggravated tone.
Then I turned, ready to go back to my room, even if I couldn’t get back to sleep. Except she caught my arm. I looked at her and immediately wished I hadn’t.
I wouldn’t be able to unsee the sight of her wearing some skinny-strapped white thing that covered her just down past her hips. She wore a sheer robe that I guessed was supposed to provide some extra modesty, but all it did was make me want to peel it away.
I felt like I’d just finished running five miles around the yard, my chest heaving, my heart pounding, my hands shaking.
“I…” She blinked.
I reached up and touched her lower lip. It was so soft. I could remember just how soft too. And how sweet.
She swayed closer, a soft little noise escaping her.
This time, when she whispered my name, I didn’t bother saying anything.
I just kissed her.
She opened her mouth under mine and I groaned.
She was hot and sweet and more intoxicating than the bourbon I’d just finished. I felt drunk – on her – and I wanted more. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her flush against me. My hands slid down to her hips, around to her ass.
Fuck, she had an amazing ass.
Her breasts pushed against my chest, nipples almost as hard as my cock. She nipped at my tongue and I shuddered. Her nails scratched at the back of my neck.
I could lose my mind for her. My mind, my heart, my everything.