Wicked to Love (Brandon’s story) (A Wicked Lovers story) Release Date: November 1, 2011 Genre: Erotic Romance Order: Amazon Download eBook: Kindle | Nook | EPub/Sony/Others | All Romance eBooks Just when Brandon Ross gave up on the woman he'd always wanted, he found the one he needed—right under his nose. A politician's son, Brandon reined in his desire to serve his community for years after a former friend blackmailed him for desiring the man’s wife. Years later, he's still haunted by Kayla, holding every woman to her standard. And Brandon's secretary, Emberlin Evans, knows she can’t measure up. Emberlin would do anything to make her boss notice her. But when one phone call from Kayla sends Brandon running after her, she knows it's time to stop waiting for him to see her and move on. Funny how her resignation gets Brandon's attention in a way short skirts didn't. When Brandon confronts Emberlin, he realizes that he's been blind to his feelings for her—and that the way she always calls him Sir and says "please" has his thoughts turning wicked… Read Reviews | Read Excerpt

“This story is short, it's hot, well, panty melting hot…” ~ Under The Covers

If she had any chance to have even a few hours with Brandon, she’d take it with both hands. It probably sounded pathetic, but she was past caring. This man had been the center of her fantasies and dreams for three years. She wasn’t giving him up until he walked away.

Brandon ripped his mouth from her and stared down into her eyes. His wide, muscled chest rose and fell with every breath, but the electric connection of their gazes never wavered. Silently, he was asking what the hell was happening between them. She didn’t want him to question, just kiss her again, take off the rest of her clothes, and make her his—even if it was only for a moment.

“Please…” she begged.

His eyes darkened. “I’ve got to have you, Em. Baby…”

She gave him a jerky nod, then stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

He opened to her searching lips, then took control. The dark way he dominated her mouth made her shiver, especially when he thumbed her nipples, ripping fire through her. She gasped into his kiss and gripped his shoulders like she’d never let go.

With a last nip at her lower lip, he broke away and went straight for her breasts. He took her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth and sucked hard. The sensation zipped a tingling path down to her pussy. Already, she could tell how wet she was. Her little panties were clinging damply to her flesh. And she ached so badly to have him filling her there.

His mouth found her other nipple. He pinched the first, still wet and stiff from his attention. With another moan, she cupped the back of his head. God, she could do this all day. The pulls of his mouth were so voracious, they were almost painful. Then he soothed her with tender little licks that made her melt into him even more.
Brandon tugged on the fastening of her skirt at the small of her back, but the complicated series of hooks weren’t budging. He tried to rip it, the way he had her blouse. She could undo it herself, but it would take too long. She had to feel him now.

So Em pulled up the gray pencil skirt to her waist. Brandon didn’t need more of an invitation. He shoved her little panties down her thighs. She wriggled until they hit the floor. But once the underwear was off, she had nothing to do but watch in rapt fascination as Brandon dropped to his knees and stared right at her pussy. He brushed his thumb over her slick folds, right over her clit. His tongue followed the same path.

She gasped. “Brandon!”

“Spread your legs, baby. I have to see you.”

Whimpering, she complied. She had no idea what was running through his head as his hot breath feathered over her flesh. Em held her breath, wanting him so badly that she whimpered.

He fastened his mouth on her clit. Her entire body arched as a curl of arousal deepened into an aching need. She shoved her hands into his thick hair again, but nothing could anchor her against the dizzying pleasure as he sucked her clit deep.
“God, this sweet pussy…” he murmured against her flesh. “I didn’t expect you to be bare. You’re gorgeous. I want to stay here and feast.”

If he did, she’d go mad. But if he left her, she’d go downright insane. “More.”
“Oh, yeah. A lot more.”

He buried his mouth between her legs again, parting her folds with his thumbs. This time he got closer, deeper, taking her completely in. He tongued her nub, and the friction made her body seize up. She pulled at his hair. Brandon didn’t seem to mind. He merely caressed one thigh, then shoved it over his shoulder. The position left her wide open, and her other leg would have given out beneath her if he hadn’t propped her against the wall.

God, with that kind of stimulation, Em couldn’t hold still. She wriggled and whimpered, moaning his name, frantically trying to press closer to him. Again, Brandon took control and grabbed her hips.

“Em, hold still. Let me make you feel good.”