Burn

Tempting and volatile; he’s the hottest thing that never should have happened to me.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing; my
one
one-night stand. He's the tattooed, bareknuckle fighter with a body built for sin who I found beaten and bloodied in my elevator that night. He's the one I patched up, the one I took care of, and the one I apparently couldn’t say no to when his mouth touched mine…

A one night stand. Just one night, right?

Yeah, wrong, because I just found out my “mysterious stranger” is actually going to be my brother-in-law in half an hour.

Logan
f**king
Dempsey. The arrogant, panty-melting, rude and crude Marine-turned-billionaire who runs my late father’s company. He’s my new boss. He’s the best man in this wedding. He’s everywhere, and I can’t escape him.

No matter how wrong it might be…

*****

Holy f*ck. Of
all
the girls in
all
the world, she has to be the random chick who found me that night and saved my f*cking life?

She looked strangely familiar that night. Now that I know who she is, it’s like original sin staring me in the face.

Good-girl doctor, totally off-limits Quinn Archer is literally the last girl on the whole damn planet a screwed-up guy like me should have anything to do with. I know this, I swear I do.

There’s playing with fire, and then there’s sticking your hand in the flames. If I keep ignoring the rules, we’re both going to get burned. It’s just…

Yeah,
f*ck
the rules; she’s gonna be mine.

***This is a standalone book with a HEA, though there are plot threads that continue through the full series.***

Author’s Copyright

Copyright © 2015 Aubrey Irons

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission, except in the case of brief quotations used for review.

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.

This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please do not continue reading this book of you are under the age of 18 or are offended by content of this nature.

All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older and all acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
 

Dedication:

To my husband, for bravely refusing to call me crazy even when I get wild ideas in my head such as quitting my job to write novels. Without you, who would remind me that it’s time to actually close the laptop and go the heck to sleep sometimes?

To Kate, Nate, Jesse, Hayden, Roxie, Sennah, Nora, and Kat.

To Lee, for demanding that I dream.

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All books in the Soldiers of Fortune series are in fact standalone, HEA titles. That said, your enjoyment of this story may be even more enriched by reading
Heat
, book 1 in the Soldiers of Fortune series, that tells the story of Reagan and Hudson, first. Check out the teaser chapters at the end of this book to read more.

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An Excerpt:

His grabs me tight against him, and I melt into him as he growls into my kiss, bruising my lips and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through my whole body as his strong hands wrap around me. He’s pushing us back towards the kitchen area, grinding into my hips and pressing my ass back against the island counter as his lips crash against mine. I’m gasping as his hand slips into my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling it back sharply as his mouth drops to my neck and my collarbone, and then further down to the tops of my breasts. Hands tear at the front of my blouse, actually
ripping
the buttons off in his hunger to strip me.

He moves his mouth back to my lips, and I’m leaning towards him before he pulls back with a wicked glint in his eyes; “So, are you going to do what I fucking tell you to do now?”

I’m briefly shocked at the roughness and the power in his words before I realize I’m even
more
shocked at how turned on they have. I’ve never been spoken to like this, and the fact that he’s so
dominant
has a fever heat spreading quickly between my legs.
 

“I don’t know,” I sneer out with a glint of sass in my own eyes; “
Maybe
.” It’s a flat out dare, and I can see the fire spark in his face.

“
Don’t
test me, Quinn.”

“Oh yeah?” I toss back, biting my lip and feeling my pulse racing through my veins as I feel the thick hardness in his pants pressing hotly against my thigh; “What are you gonna do,
spank
me
, Logan?”

It’s everything I have not to actually moan as I see the truth writ large in the sharp look that spreads across his face; “
Try me
.”

My breast comes ragged in my lungs and the thundering heat pulsing through my body is threatening to tear me apart as I raise up my chin, defiantly; “You wouldn’t
dare
,” I whisper.

I gasp as he suddenly spins me around and bends me over the kitchen counter with a growl as he lifts my skirt up and starts to yank my panties down; “Logan-!“

Smack!

The sudden sting and heat of his palm across my ass has me crying out in shock. His hand lingers on the tingling feeling, teasing the skin there for a second before he draws back and brings it slapping back down across my bare ass again. I cry out again, but this time the thudding of my pulse and the raw desire that floods through my whole body has me melting for him.

Logan Dempsey is
spanking me
, and as I moan and blush, I realize it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever felt. There’s something
insanely
arousing about being bent over my kitchen counter like this while this tattooed, cocky, dominant man pulls my panties down and spanks me, and it has me
dripping
wet for him.

“And
now
?” He growls out, his voice thick with lust as he leans down to husk the words into my ear. I bite my lip and push back against him, feeling his cock pressing against my bare thigh through his pants.

I shake my head, slowly; “I- I’m not sure.”

Smack!

The sting of his palm against my hot skin has me writhing against him, moaning as I gasp at the contact. I can feel his finger teasing over the heated, reddened and tender skin there, before he slides them further, down between my legs. I moan loudly when his fingers find my wetness, slipping easily inside as he begins to rhythmically curl them against that perfect place right inside. He leans over me again, pressing his bulge against my thigh as he slides his other hand into my hair and uses his grip to pull my head up.

“Such, a fucking,
tease
,” He growls into my ear, and when I feel his thumb brush against my ass, I actually
whimper
as the throbbing waves of pleasure shudder through me.

“Who’s-
oh God
- who’s teasing now?” I gasp out, pushing back against his fingers that have me teetering on the edge of crashing into an orgasm while maddeningly and purposely keeping me from actually doing so.

His fingers curl deep inside of my wetness, his thumb
just
teasing my ass, and his hand
just
pulling my hair enough to make me gasp as his teeth graze over the nape of my neck; “You better ask me nicely then, darlin,” he whispers darkly into my ear.

What a fucking week.

I toss back a hefty gulp of the champagne I swiped from the catering tent, wrinkling my face at the fizzy bubbles tickling my nose.

Flats; I definitely should have worn flats
, I grumble to myself and hike up my bridesmaids dress with one hand as I stalk my way high-heeled through the rose garden.

Ok, I'm well aware that sneaking off to the greenhouse in the back gardens of my father's estate to slam down stolen champagne probably
 
isn't what I 
should
 be doing thirty minutes before my sister's wedding. But with the week I've had, I'm basically categorizing the bubbly in my hand as medicine, and my normally quite sensible sensibilities can go ahead and deal with it.

An 
"amazing opportunity,"
 my youngest sister Chelsea had called it after hearing about the job offer at our late father's company.