Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan
Bad Billionaires After Dark #2
By: Melissa Foster
Releasing December
21, 2016
World Literary Press
World Literary Press
Blurb
Sinfully sexy bar owner Dylan Bad has a thing for needy women. He’s a savior, a knight in shining armor, and his mighty talented sword has no trouble bringing damsels in distress to their knees. Enter Tiffany Winters, a gorgeous cutthroat sports agent who looks like sex on legs, fucks like she’s passion personified, and wouldn’t let a man help her if she was hanging onto a ledge and he was her only hope. One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever. The question is, will either one survive?
First off, Dylan is like the perfect guy. Seriously, he's sweet and caring, and he can make panties wet. He's easy to love. Now Tiffany, she's a hard nut to crack. She's described as a ballbuster and can kind of come off as a witch with a B. However, it's her suit and armor. Easier to protect oneself when no one can penetrate the armor or is too afraid to penetrate. Which Dylan is a good match for her, because he's not afraid of the fire she might breathed. Makes him totally perfect and brave.
During the first half Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan, I seriously question why Dylan would pursue Tiffany. She's a total Ice Princess, but she needed someone like him. She needed someone who wasn't afraid to get burned while melting her heart. He totally melted my heart with all the little sentiments. I like how he took the time to get to know her even though she didn't wanted him to get close. I personally would say she needed therapy to deal with her issues, but Dylan stuck by her even when she put her career ahead of her own happiness.
Overall, Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan wasn't a bad read. It took a little time to get into the story, because I did struggle with Tiffany. However, if Dylan was whiling to tough it out I figure I could to. She wasn't completely made of ice, dealt a bad had and needed help working her way out of it.
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Excerpt:
“What’s your pleasure?” he asked with more than a hint of
innuendo.
You. Naked, with your head buried between my legs, to start.
“Surprise me.” She watched him turn to prepare her drink and
checked out the way his dark slacks hugged his perfect ass. It had been a long
time since she’d found a man this attractive. But Mick Bad’s
brother? That spelled trouble.
A minute later he slid two drinks across the bar. A cocky
smile spread across his handsome face. “One Leg Spreader and
one All Night Long.” He dragged out each seduction-laden
word.
“A little overly confident, aren’t you?” She had no qualms
about taking what she wanted—in a boardroom or a bedroom—and Dylan’s confidence
was a definite turn-on.
He leaned across the bar, and the temperature around them
spiked. “I was going to add a Blow Job, but I wasn’t sure how much
you could handle.”
She held his challenging gaze. “I think the question is, can
you keep up?”
“Dylan!” a guy called from across the room.
Dylan held up a finger in the guy’s direction, his eyes
never leaving Tiffany’s. He leaned in so close she could smell alcohol on his
breath—and God help her, she wanted to suck the taste off his tongue.
“Mark my words, gorgeous, you’ll be leaving here with me
tonight.”
Heat streaked down her spine. “Cocky. I like that. Tell Mick
I said congratulations.” She dropped her eyes as if she weren’t hanging on the
very thought of devouring him, but couldn’t resist stealing another peek at the
tempting beefcake as he walked away. Okay, maybe severallong
glimpses, of which he caught two or three and returned with an
I-can’t-wait-to-fuck-you grin that had her insides igniting.
She answered another call and a few text messages, and a
short while later, Dylan’s voice spilled like warm cognac over her shoulder.
“You know what they say about wedding hookups?”
She lifted her gaze as he sat on the stool beside her.
“What do they say?”
“They say they can’t happen if you don’t put your phone
away.” Dylan boldly placed his hand on her thigh. Long, strong fingers pressed
into her flesh, sending rivers of desire to the apex of her thighs.
She wondered how big other parts of his anatomy were, and
couldn’t help stealing a quick glance. Oh yeah, he was packing major heat. A
whiff of his spicy, masculine scent brought all her best parts pulsing to life.
His scent alone probably brought more women to their knees than the Pope, but
coupled with the sinful promises in his dark eyes, the guy was lethal.
“I don’t put my phone down for just anyone,” she answered,
still holding his gaze. His hungry eyes dropped to her mouth, lingering there
long enough to make her salivate. “Are you as good in the bedroom as you are
behind the bar?”
“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” He leaned closer,
placing his mouth beside her ear. “I’ll even let you hold your phone until
you’re sure I’m worth it.”
Now, that was a plan she could get on board with, except for
one minor worry. “You’re my colleague’s brother. I’m not sure you’re the smartest choice
for me tonight.”
He flashed a wicked grin that she was sure opened many
bedroom doors. “A gentleman never tells.”
“You might just be the perfect man.” Her phone vibrated
again. She glanced at it, noting a follow-up email from Allison, and the time.
It was nearly midnight. Dylan’s hand traveled further up her thigh, his
fingertips sneaking beneath her skirt. He was brazen, and she liked that in a
man.
He eyed her phone with a smirk and pressed his large hand to
her cheek. His thumb moved over her lower lip and hooked behind her front
teeth. Her entire body electrified as he delved deeper, brushing the tip over
her tongue.
“When I get done with you, you will have forgotten what that
thing in your hand is.”
He was smooth, practiced, and knew exactly what he was
doing. Thank God. She had so little time for sex, she couldn’t
afford to waste it with a guy who needed to be shown. Sliding her purse over
her shoulder and still clutching her phone, she turned to step off the stool.
His hand traveled even higher up her leg, a fingertip away from brushing over
her sex, and she felt herself go damp. Her pulse accelerated with the urge to
slide forward on her barstool and let him feel what he was doing to her, but
she wasn’t ready to give him the upper hand.
She casually moved his hand and rose to her feet.
He spoke in a greedy voice directly into her ear. “We’re
going to have to change your name.” He swung his jacket over his shoulder and
guided her toward the door.
“You’re far too hot for Winters.” He pushed the
door open and lowered his mouth to her neck, grazing his teeth along the
base—the absolute most sensitive spot on her entire body—and
sending shivers down her spine. “From now on, you’re my Summers.”
As her body flamed and her insides melted, her mind
struggled to figure out how he knew her name and to deny what
he’d just said. She was no man’s anything. She turned to tell
him just that, and he backed her up against the brick wall. A cool breeze
sailed over her skin as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head,
trapping her between the wall and his hard body. He claimed her mouth with
fierce domination. The way he ate at her mouth and his hips gyrated against
hers with no care about being out in public should have had her fighting harder
to regain the upper hand. But the harder she fought to reclaim her rational
thoughts, the more she craved him. Every part of her tingled and burned for
more. Her nipples tightened to painful peaks, her sex throbbed, and her knees
weakened. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d encountered someone so potently
male, if ever, and she fucking loved it. Shocked at her own hungry response to
his ravishment, she gave in to the unfamiliar thrills racing through her and
returned his efforts with reckless abandon. But the more she gave, the softer
the kisses became, until his lips were brushing lightly over hers, taunting
her. He pulled back with every crane of her neck as she sought more. Still
restraining her arms, he put space between their bodies. Cool air whooshed between
them, causing her nipples to prickle even more painfully with the need to be
touched.
“Oh, yes,” he said with a territorial look in his eyes.
“You’re my Summers, all right.”
As blood began to flow to her brain again, the realization
of her loss of control was staggering. She lifted her chin and wrenched her
hands free. Holding his challenging and so-fucking-hot gaze, she grabbed hold
of his loosened tie and tugged him in for another scorching kiss. When she felt
his muscles relax, she spun him against the wall with a thud,
grinning at the shock registering in his gorgeous eyes.
“I’m no man’s anything. But you can be my stress
relief for the next hour.” She dragged her hand down his impressively broad
chest and over his taut abs, still clutching her phone, and cupped the
formidable bulge in his trousers.
“That is, if you can keep it up that long.”
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