Title: Hard Hart
It’ll take a tough woman to win this Hard Hart…Krista Matthews, a hard-headed, hard-fighting rookie cop, is determined to prove herself on the force. It’s not just a man’s world anymore and she’ll show them all she’s up to the challenge, even if it means putting up with the advances from her lecherous mentor, Myles Slade. However, Brock is even more stubborn than she is, he’s all male, all alpha—and whether she likes it or not he’s made keeping her safe his number one priority. He doesn’t realize she doesn’t need protection; she can take of herself and then some.
Brock Hart, bodyguard and retired special operative, has never known anyone like Krista. Ever since their first meeting, when she pulled him over for speeding, he’s been drawn to her. She infuriates him, challenges him, and has gotten under his skin in a way no woman ever has. He’s kept people at arm’s length all his life for good reason, but Krista won’t stand for it. She wants to know everything about him, and that puts him on edge. But one drunken night together changes everything. Their worlds are rocked, and Brock’s quiet, introverted life is threatened forever. Which may be exactly what he needs.
She pushed her backside into his growing erection and giggled when he groaned, bucking into her.
He bent her over, pulling her pajama pants and underwear down in the process. She kicked out of her pants and then stood there, her fingers kneading the soft leather of the couch as Brock’s capable hands massaged and caressed her craving backside.
Was it too early to ask him to spank her? She’d have to put a pin in that and see. Because one thing for sure, Krista liked it a little rough. Liked a little pain with her pleasure.
He gripped both her hips, positioned himself behind her, and then drove home. She let out a soft grunt from the impact, but damn if it didn’t feel good. She loved this position, which was ironic given how submissive it was and how in control she liked to be. But they wouldn’t finish like this. This was just the beginning. She squeezed her muscles around him as he pushed into her.
She needed this.
God, how she’d needed this.
Her vibrator just wasn’t cutting it these days. And now, after another taste of Brock Hart, she wasn’t sure it ever would.
Lost in the moment, she reveled in the feeling of Brock deep inside her, filling her, fulfilling her. The spank came out of nowhere, startling the daylights out of her. She yelped and then fell face first into the couch, her arms flying out from under her and causing Brock to slip out.
“You okay?” he asked, helping her up.
She looked back at him and smiled. “Yes. Again.”
Triumph, wicked and primal, glimmered in his green eyes. “Sorry, I should have asked first.”
She shook her head. “No. I want more. Harder.” She assumed the position and he was back inside her in seconds. Three hard, lightning-quick smacks had her panting and pushing into his palm, grinding her backside up to reach his pelvis. Her pussy dripped down her thighs, and her legs shook from his power.
He was having a hard time holding on. His grunts and wavering patterns said he was riding that beautiful edge between insanity and pure bliss. But she wasn’t quite there, and she wanted to be on top.
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