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  “Cute, right?” Rachel said. She took a step to the right. “And look who we ran into on the elevator.”

  Sawyer.

  In a business suit, her husband strode straight for her and hauled her into his arms.

  She buried her nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He’d only been gone a week, but she’d missed every moment they were apart. “I thought you weren’t flying home until the weekend.”

  He kissed her soundly on the lips. “I finished signing all the paperwork this morning and thought I’d surprise you.”

  “So it’s official?” Rachel asked.

  He took Lisa’s hand and faced their friends. “I’m no longer CEO of Hayes Industries. I’ll still remain on the board, but I think our new CEO will do better in the role than I ever could, because unlike me, he wanted the job. And I turned over Paradise Lost, including the club, to the guys.”

  Hunter, Oz, and Rowan had all moved into the hotel that housed Paradise Found. From what they’d told her, they had plans to make the club’s focus on ménage, rather than BDSM. But not one of the guys had any business experience. “Do you really think they’ll be able to handle running a sex club?”

  “I’m going to send two of my slaves to help them,” Cole volunteered, sharing a secret look with his wife.

  They were up to something.

  “Does this mean we’re getting a nursery at Benediction?” Logan asked, pointing at the baby.

  “No,” Danielle said. “Cole’s hired a nanny to stay with Rosa at the new house whenever Mommy and Daddy need some playtime. Which I’m sorry to say won’t be for at least six weeks.”

  Her friends continued talking about Benediction as Sawyer bent to whisper in her ear. “You look incredible with a baby in your arms. We haven’t been careful lately, but are you ready to start trying?”

  She turned to him. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more than a mini Sawyer running around.”

  “Good. Because I want at least three.”

  “Three?” She smiled up at him. “That’s doable.”

  “Good. How about we get working on that right now?”

  “Now?” she asked as he took Rosa from her arms and handed her to Rachel.

  He took her hand and yanked her toward the door while all her friends laughed knowingly. “We’ll be back,” he said to them with a wave over his shoulder.

  They sped past the nurse’s station and down the hall until they came to a door marked Custodial. He turned the handle and tugged her inside, pulling a string to turn on the dim lightbulb. His lips crashed into hers, the force of it slamming her backward into shelves of supplies.

  A week without him had seemed like a lifetime. The damned sadist had made her promise not to make herself climax while he was gone, and then he tormented her by sending a video of him masturbating, his big hand wrapped around that gorgeous cock of his and her name falling from his lips as rope after rope of come spurted from the tip onto his stomach.

  Right now she was so horny that if he didn’t fuck her soon, she would likely go off without him even touching her pussy.

  “Sawyer, we can’t have sex in here,” she said, giving a weak protest, although at that point she didn’t really care about propriety. “Anyone could walk in on us.”

  He smiled wickedly. “Exactly.”

  She laughed. “You’re such a kinky Master.”

  He stalked to her. “I have to be when I’ve got such a kinky girl. I bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

  “I was wet for you about two seconds after you walked through Danielle’s hospital door.”

  He motioned with his hand. “Let me see. Show me. Lift that skirt of yours.”

  Looking at the door, she paused only for a second before deciding the risk was worth it for the reward. She hiked her skirt up to her waist.

  Sawyer’s eyes went liquid. “No panties? You dirty girl.”

  “I’m not dirty yet, but hopefully I will be soon.”

  Sawyer braced his arms above her head, trapping her against the shelves. “What are you thinking about, I wonder? Maybe my come dripping out of you, running down the inside of your thigh while you pretend to your friends that we weren’t just in the closet fucking?”

  Her pussy clenched from his filthy words. “Sawyer, our friends are almost as kinky as we are. They’re going to know what we were doing. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if they came in here to do the exact same thing.”

  He took a step back and folded his arms across his chest. “Well, then we better get to it so they have something exciting to walk in on.”

  “What do you want me to do, Master?”

  He held out his hand. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

  That was a new one.

  Her pussy dripped as she took his hand and pushed down both his thumb and pinkie, bringing the other three inside her pussy. A loud moan passed her lips. Anyone walking by the supply closet would know exactly what was going on inside. The fact that they could get discovered at any time only made it that much more exciting.

  She moved them in and out, faster and faster, her hips punching in time to greet each thrust. Heat banded around her core, pulling tighter and tighter until she hovered on the precipice of climax.

  “That’s right,” he crooned. “Take what you need from me. I can feel your hungry cunt sucking them in.”

  “Oh God.” She jerked forward into Sawyer as the orgasm crashed into her. Aftershocks shaking her body, she tilted up her chin. “Fuck me.”

  “Such a greedy girl.” He took his fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean. “Good thing for you I happen to want the same thing.” He quickly unzipped his pants and twirled her around, his cock inside her before she could take her next breath.

  He pistoned in and out of her pussy, his hand on her spine. “The guys invited us out for the grand reopening. Think you might want to go out there with me?”

  She peered over her shoulder. “I don’t know. Are you asking if I want to fly out to Vegas to have an orgy with your friends? Hmm. Hard decision.” She laughed when he smacked her ass. “Uh, yeah.”

  He pulled her hair, its color now back to her original blonde. “I fucking love you.”

  “You’d better.” She arched a brow at her husband. “Because I am the mother of your future children.”

  “You’re more than that,” he told her. “You’re my life.”

  Five minutes and two orgasms later, they returned to Danielle’s room. The baby was back in Danielle’s arms, a nurse by their side giving Danielle a little cup with pills in it. Roman and Gracie were now there, standing on opposite sides of the bed from one another.

  “Oh good, they’re here,” Danielle said to the nurse. Then she waved her hand at Lisa and Sawyer. “Get over here. The nurse is going to take a group shot of all of us with Cole’s camera.”

  Lisa was sweaty and sticky, but how could she refuse her friend? She and Sawyer joined the others by Danielle’s bedside and smiled as the nurse snapped a photograph.

  She held onto Sawyer’s hand as she watched Danielle open her gifts. Cole took picture after picture, Lisa in several of them. She no longer had to worry about keeping her face out of the press or avoiding photographers.

  The people in this room were her family. Someday when she was ready, she would contact her birth parents’ relatives, but for now, she had all the family she needed.

  She looked up at her husband and placed a hand on her soon-to-be growing belly.

  Well, maybe not all the family.

  Have you read all of Shelly’s sexy and suspenseful novels set around Benediction?

  If not, you must be dying to find out how the other couples met in . . .

  WHITE COLLARED

  (Kate and Jaxon)

  RED HANDED

  (Danielle and Cole)

  BLUE BLOODED

  (Rachel and Logan)

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  About the Author


  SHELLY BELL writes sensual romance and erotic thrillers with high emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines. She began writing upon the insistence of her husband, who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not practicing corporate law, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.

  Shelly is a member of Romance Writers of America and International Thriller Writers.

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  By Shelly Bell

  BENEDICTION NOVELS

  Black Listed

  Blue Blooded

  Red Handed

  White Collared

  Part One: Mercy

  Part Two: Greed

  Part Three: Revenge

  Part Four: Passion

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  HARD EVER AFTER

  A HARD INK NOVELLA

  By Laura Kaye

  WILD AT HEART

  By T.J. Kline

  THE BRIDE WORE STARLIGHT

  A SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN COWBOYS NOVEL

  By Lizbeth Selvig

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  HARD EVER AFTER

  A Hard Ink Novella

  By Laura Kaye

  After a long battle to discover the truth, the men and women of Hard Ink have a lot to celebrate, especially the wedding of two of their own—Nick Rixey and Becca Merritt—whose hard-fought love deserves a happy ending. As Nick and the team shift from crisis mode to building their new security consulting firm, Becca heads back to work at the ER. But amid the everyday chaos of their demanding jobs and upcoming nuptials, an old menace they thought was long gone reemerges, threatening the peace they’ve only just found.

  Wearing only her bra and jeans, Becca sat in a chair in the middle of Nick’s tattoo room. Since the shop was closed while Jeremy focused on getting the construction on the other half of the building started, they were the only ones down there. The driving beat of a rock song played from the radio as Nick moved around the room getting everything ready.

  Cabinets and a long counter filled one wall, which was otherwise decorated with drawings, tattoo designs, posters, and photographs of clients.

  Becca had seen Nick work before and loved the dichotomy of this hard-edged, lethal soldier having a soft, artistic side. He was really freaking talented, too.

  He handed her three sheets of paper. “I worked up a couple different fonts. What do you think?”

  She shifted between the pages. “This one,” she said, settling on the cursive design that best interweaved the letters in the words Only, Always, Forever.

  “That was my favorite, too,” he said, giving her a wink. “How is this for size? Bigger? Smaller?”

  The total design as he had it on the sheet was about four inches square, the words stacked atop one another. “This looks good to me. What do you think?”

  Nick nodded and came behind her. He folded the sheet to focus on the design, then held it against the back of her right shoulder. “Yeah. This is a good size for the space. Gonna be fucking beautiful.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her skin. “Let me go make the stencil, and we’re ready to go.”

  A few minutes later, he cleaned her skin, affixed the stencil, and let her look at its placement before getting her settled into the chair again.

  He pulled her bra strap off to the side. “Ready?”

  “Very,” she said, butterflies doing a small loop in her belly.

  The tattoo machine came to life on a low buzz. “Just relax and let me know if you need a break, okay?” he said, dipping the tip into a little plastic cup of black ink.

  “Okay.” His gloved hands fell against her skin, and then the needles. Almost a scratching feeling, it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as she thought it would. And just like when he’d drawn on her with skin markers, she was already dying to see what it looked like.

  “How you doing?” he asked in a voice full of concentration she found utterly sexy. Just the thought that he was permanently altering her skin—just like he’d permanently altered her heart, her life, her very soul—sent a hot thrill through her blood.

  “I’m good,” she said, relaxing into the sensation of the bite moving across her skin. “Is it weird that I kinda like how it feels?”

  He didn’t answer right away as the needle moved in a long line. He pulled the machine away and wiped at her shoulder. “Not weird at all,” he said, his voice a little gravelly. “Some people like the sensation and even find getting tattoos addictive.”

  “I can see that,” she said. He worked without talking for a stretch, and the combination of the quiet intensity radiating off of him, the driving rock beat, and the buzz of the machine was heady and intoxicating. She found herself breathing a little faster and wanting so much more of him to be touching so much more of her. If she thought he was sexy putting ink on someone else, it was nothing compared to how she felt when he was doing it to her.

  “What are you thinking about so hard?” Nick asked, his breath caressing her bare shoulder.

  “Really want to know?” she asked, already smiling at what his reaction might be.

  “Always,” he said, wiping at her skin. He dipped the machine in the ink and leaned in again.

  “How turned on this is making me.” She really wanted to turn to see his expression but knew she wasn’t supposed to move.

  He pulled the machine away again. “Jesus, Becca. You’re killing me here.”

  She grinned. “I asked if you really wanted to know.”

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  WILD AT HEART

  By T.J. Kline

  Bailey Hart has never felt at home in her small town. So when her band gets their big break in Los Angeles, “Wild Hart” can’t run fast enough . . . If only there weren’t so many reasons to stay. After a harrowing stint in the Oakland Police Department, Chase McKee has returned home a hero, and yet he feels anything but. And when he finds out Bailey might be leaving for good, the feelings he’s always harbored for his best friend’s cousin just won’t stay hidden.

  Chase picked up on the roar of the engine long before the motorcycle actually came into view. Reaching for the radar gun, he aimed it in the direction of the sound.

  Ninety-two miles per hour. Did this guy have a death wish?

  He’d no more tapped the gas on the cruiser when the motorcycle blazed past him in a midnight-blue streak. He flipped on his lights and siren and the bike immediately slowed as the rider glanced backward before pulling onto the shoulder.

  At least he has some respect for the law, he thought acerbically as he stopped behind the motorcycle and ran the plates.

  The registered owner’s name came up on his computer screen and his eyes shot back to the rider.

  “Damn it,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders back and preparing for the battle he had no doubt was coming. Chase rolled his eyes and climbed out of the vehicle with a sigh of resignation. Crossing his arms, he greeted the most beautiful woman—and the biggest troublemaker—he’d ever met as she slid her helmet off her head and brushed stray hairs back into her low honey-colored ponytail.

  “Funny seeing you here, Bailey. When did you get this thing, and are you trying to kill yourself with it?”

  She turned her dazzling pearly whites on him, her blue eyes flashing with mischief as she set the helmet on the seat behind her. Chase had been dying to ask her out ever since his return to town almost two years ago but she had no idea and, unfortunately, he needed to keep it that way. Her cousin Justin was one of his best friends, and if he knew Chase thought of Bailey as anything other than Justin’s “little sister,” Chase would probably have to arrest his friend for assaulting a police officer. Not to mentio
n that he’d need to check himself into the hospital.

  “Just picked it up last week.” Her fingers ran lovingly over the blue gas tank between her thighs, and he felt his body immediately react. He stifled the response. “I guess I’m still getting used to how much power it has.”

  “Ya think?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her understatement as he clicked the top of his pen and started writing out a speeding ticket. “I need your license and registration.”

  “Aw, come on, Chase. Really?” She bit her lower lip, looking up at him from under her thick, dark lashes, and he felt the heat of desire trickle down his chest and center low in his belly. “I’ll slow down. I swear.”

  “And you’ll never do it again, right?” He didn’t believe her for a second. Everyone knew Bailey’s reputation as the wild child of the Hart family. She didn’t just march to the beat of her own drum, she conducted the entire orchestra to a tune of her design.

  “You know, you should come by for dinner tonight. I’m fixing enchiladas for them. We’re hoping the spicy food will put Jules into labor. There’ll be plenty if you want to stop by.”

  A flirtatious smile spread over her full lips and her eyes sparkled like sapphires. Chase felt the sizzle of heat come to life again. If he didn’t know her better, he’d think she was flirting. That was the last thing he needed right now. He turned the pad toward her and handed her the pen, indicating she should sign the line. She stared up at him expectantly, practically batting her eyelashes.

  Chase cocked his head to the side and gave her a lopsided grin. “Plying me with dinner isn’t going to get you out of a ticket, Bailey.”

  Her eyes narrowed as he tapped the pad again. Bailey jerked it from his hand and scribbled her name, slapping the pen against it irritably when she finished. He ripped her copy of the citation from the pad and handed it back to her with the other documents. “You do realize trying to bribe an officer is a felony, right?”

  She cocked a brow at him as she slid her helmet back over her head and slipped her sunglasses on, starting the engine. “Who said anything about bribing you? Maybe I was trying to poison you.”