She's through with love and just wants to have some wicked fun...
Burned by her cheating boyfriend, Jasmina is finished with the idea of forever after with any guy. That fairy tale doesn’t exist—at least not for her. From now on, protecting her heart and letting pleasure rule is her motto.
Lucky for her, she has the perfect men in mind. Noah and Kyle, two of the hottest cops in West Palm Beach. She hasn’t been able to get them out of her head since they handled an altercation at Wicked Brand, the tattoo parlor she manages. When they come back to get inked, sparks fly.
Noah’s ready to play, and Kyle’s on board. All they want is her—submission, bondage, spanking…no strings or regrets. Seductive days roll into steamy nights, igniting feelings the guys hadn’t expected and Jasmina can’t deny.
What began as a sensual adventure could turn into so much more…if Jasmina can risk a different kind of love.
The music cut off abruptly. “Last call,” the bartender shouted above laughter and conversation. “We’re closing in ten.”
Kyle hadn’t realized it was so late. The time had flown. He laced his fingers through hers and helped her up. “We’ll take you to your car.”
“I don’t have one. I walk to work.”
Noah took her other hand. “We’ll walk you home, then.”
She didn’t voice an objection. She squeezed Kyle’s fingers.
He wanted to kiss her deep, long, and hard but was afraid to rush things. Letting her make the first move, as Noah had suggested, might be the best choice, and so he contented himself with rubbing her thumb.
There were fewer people on the streets at this hour, but they weren’t deserted by any means. Too many couples roamed around for Jasmina to snuggle close to him or Noah.
Kyle’s yearning mounted. Talking wasn’t necessary; the silence between them was comfortable but exciting, too, laced with promise.
She stopped at a storefront—Alice’s Wonderland—its interior dark except for a few security lights. She pointed up. “I live above the shop.” She smiled at Kyle. “I had fun tonight. You’re an awesome dancer.” She turned her grin on Noah. “You, too. I loved the stories you told me about the force. Do you guys usually have nights off?”
Only this one. They were on the late shift for the next month, except for their days off.
Noah spoke first. “No.”
She screwed up her mouth. “Oh.” Disappointment crossed her face, then another emotion that she quickly masked. “I’m glad we had tonight. Thanks.” She cradled Noah’s cheeks and brushed her lips over his.
Kyle forgot to breathe.
She moved into him next, cupped his head, and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
His heart sputtered, then beat quadruple time. She smelled of beer and baby powder and everything he desired tonight.
She regarded them like she wanted to say something or engage in more than a meager kiss but backed up, that same concealed look in her eyes. “I’ll see you guys when you get your tats.” She sped toward a space between the buildings. He guessed to a door or stairway that would take her to the apartment. She called out over her shoulder, “Night!”
Kyle stared at her retreating figure and lifted his hand in farewell.
Noah did, too.
A light came on upstairs. It fascinated Kyle. He tried to picture how her apartment looked and what she was doing. Kicking off her sneakers? Undressing?
Noah backed away. Kyle forced himself to follow.
Halfway down the street, they exchanged a glance.
Ordinarily, Kyle didn’t analyze the time he spent with a woman Noah also liked. He accepted things at face value. If she laughed and they kissed or became intimate, that was enough for him.
Jasmina had changed the rules. Not only was she hot to look at, she’d gone all out on the dance floor as he had, not caring whether her moves were being judged by others, as some women did, worried about every little thing. Like their hair getting messed up or their makeup not looking perfect. Not Jasmina. She made him laugh. And she was fun to talk to, intelligent. That wasn’t an everyday occurrence with his dates. They hadn’t been dumb, but discussing reality TV and movie stars was their thing. He couldn’t have cared less about that stuff. It was make-believe. Jasmina was also level-headed, managing a business. Damn, she had it all, and he wanted confirmation that their time together had been good. “Think it went okay?”
“Why do you ask?”
“She didn’t invite us up.”
“She’s taking things slow, like I warned you before you insisted on asking her out.”
“Me? You did it first, remember? Now you’re regretting that?”
“Nope.” Noah shoved his hair off his forehead. The sticky breeze blew it back to where it had been. “She wanted to know if we work nights. No woman asks that if she’s not interested. She enjoyed this evening and wants more. Eventually.”
Hell, Kyle did, too. And then some.
Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist writing passionate romance for every taste – “heat with heart” – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times, and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.
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