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Our eyes meet in an electrified clash, the air between us sizzling with unspent energy. I suck in a quick inhale, sending those words back into the churning pit of my stomach. But as I do, the taste of her rushes into my mouth. Filling my lungs, buzzing inside my brain.
There’s an inch between our faces, maybe two. And then there is none. It melts away, leaving only the plush softness of Jolie’s lips beneath mine, the wet slide of our tongues tangling together, the vibration of her moan filling my mouth.
And that vibration. Fucking hell. It travels through my joints and muscles and sinews, its rapid pulse echoing inside my bones, swelling beneath my skin.
Lust is a live wire, firing synapses in my brain that have lain dormant for a decade. All the cravings I’ve managed to shove aside and ignore for years liquefy, leaching from the marrow of my bones into my bloodstream, making me want to devour this girl whole. Greedily, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, exploring the delicious cavern. Staking my claim.
As we kiss, time and hurt and shame fall away. There is only Jolie. Only us.
This doesn’t feel like revenge.
This feels . . . right.
Jolie’s palms slide up my chest to curve around my shoulders, her hands kneading the muscles cording my neck. This isn’t just a kiss. It’s so much more—a case of one plus one equals fucking infinity. Every lick of our tongues wipes at a slate I’ve long thought stained forever. Each low moan pulls us backward through time to the couple we once were, sloughing off layers of remorse and regret, replacing them with longing and need.
The air in the studio is cool but Jolie’s skin is hot beneath my touch, searing at every point of contact. I cup one hand around the curve of her skull, the other pressing against her corseted waist, our bodies a two-piece puzzle that have finally been rejoined.
In the back of my mind, I know we aren’t alone, that we’re surrounded by people, but every sense is so filled with the woman in my arms we could be stranded at the edge of the world.
It’s the flash of a camera that finally brings me back to my senses. I pull away, wait as Jolie blinks her eyes into focus. “Tripp,” she breathes.
I hesitate, not sure how to sum up the explosion that’s rocked our worlds. “Jolie. Long time, no see.”
“What the hell is going on?” An irate voice interrupts our reverie. I swing my head to glare at the short man wearing a blue velvet jacket and plaid pants standing beside a taller man holding a camera.
“Lucian, can you give me a minute please?” Jolie asks.
Before he can answer, the photographer says, “We got the shot, we’re good.”
I turn back to Jolie as the others give us our space. Tension is now wrapped around her shoulders, a scowl pulling at her lips. “What are you doing here?” Her voice has sharpened, words like bullets aimed my way.
At this point, I don’t have a goddamned clue. “I live here.”
“Here, in New York?”
“As of a week ago. Your face is on a billboard right outside my apartment.”
She backs away, in the opposite direction of the open ledge, putting several feet between us. A lock of hair falls over her cheek, briefly shielding her expression from view. When Jolie turns my way again, any trace of vulnerability is gone. “And you decided to . . . what? Maul me, for old times sake?”
“Not sure that’s the word I would have used.”
“Really? What would you call it then?”
My gut twists even as my brain spits out an answer. Mistake. It didn’t feel like one when she was in my arms, but it sure as shit does now.
I don’t realize I’ve said it aloud until Jolie chimes in, her lips curving into a counterfeit smile. “We can agree on that, at least.”
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If you’ve already read my New York City Romance series, how about a walk on the darker side of romance with my Wages of Sin series. Also set in New York City, Aislinn and Damon (who you met in Manhattan Mogul), will set your screens on fire! Yes, I need CRUEL SANCTUARY in my life right now!
BOOKS BY TARA LEIGH
NEW YORK CITY ROMANCE
Throne of Lies
Park Avenue Princess
Penthouse Prince
Manhattan Mogul
Hamptons Heartbreak
Trust Fund Titan
WAGES OF SIN DUET
Cruel Sanctuary
Corrupt Savior
SUSPENSEFUL & EMOTIONAL STANDALONE
We Are Us
NOTHING BUT TROUBLE
Rock King
Rock Legend
Rock Rebel
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Tara Leigh is a multi-published author of steamy contemporary romance. A former banker on Wall Street, she graduated from Washington University and holds an MBA from Columbia Business School, but she much prefers spending her days with fictional boyfriends than analyzing financial spreadsheets. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children, and fur-baby, Pixie. She is represented by Jessica Alvarez, of Bookends Literary Agency.
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Ebook ISBN: 978-1-955659-06-2
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