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And still regret filled her as he broke the contact, lifting his head to
study her face. Panting for breath, she lifted her eyelids with an effort to
stare up at his face. A shiver skated through her at the tumultuous fire she saw
in his eyes, a quiver of anticipation, hopefulness.

He slipped his hands to her face, settling his palms along her cheeks. “I
love you, Sera,” he murmured huskily. “I can give you the family you’ve always
wanted. I’ll never leave your side.”

Licking her lips, she lifted them in supplication. Delight filled her with a
roaring blaze as he seized upon her offering hungrily, greedily taking what she
offered up and demanding more. The feel of his mouth on hers, the heat of it,
gave rise to a desperate hunger of her own.

His hands moved her as he explored her mouth with far more possessiveness
than before, coaxing her tongue into his mouth to suckle on it and sending jolt
after jolt of heady pleasure through her. His hands alternately stroked along
her back and pressed her closer as he moved restlessly against her. The chill of
the air against her overheated body created an eruption of pebbly skin along her
bare body.

He drew her tightly against him, dispelling the chill with the heat of his
body, his hands, his mouth. She slid her hands up his chest to loop her arms
around his neck as he drew her close again, threading her fingers through his
dark hair, stroking the silky mane with delight at the cool, sleekness of it
against her palms and fingers.

He wove his way downward and covered the tip of one breast with his mouth,
surging upward to meet his caress when an electric current of pleasure sizzled
along every nerve ending and drew her womb into a hard knot.

She gasped, shuddering as he teased the turgid tip with his tongue and then
sucked on it, clasping his head tightly to her one moment and stroking her hands
over his head and along his broad shoulders and back feverishly the next. By the
time he’d made his way over to her other breast, she was beyond reason. All she
could think about was mounting the engorged flesh surging against her thigh
instead of where she needed it. Struggling with his weight until she managed to
wrap her thighs around his waist, she groped between them in search of his cock.

She couldn’t reach it, damn it all!

“Nigel!” she gasped, planting her palm in the middle of his forehead and
shoving him away from her breast.

He surged upward, gasping, staring at her uncomprehendingly as she undulated
against him in an effort to wiggle downward and impale herself on his shaft. He
ground his teeth as she caught hold of his cock at last and stroked it and then
guided it along her cleft.

Shifting upward abruptly as he felt the moist heat of her sex close around
the head of his cock, he curled his hips to penetrate her. She fell back against
the bed, groaning as she felt him surging against her, stretching her—turning
her inside out as her flesh refused to yield to him.

“Nigel!” she gasped, reaching between them to stretch her flesh for him,
shuddering as she felt his cock slipping between her fingers as he delved
her—too shallowly to give her any relief. They struggled against one another,
heaving, pressing until sweat slickened their skin and they were slipping
against one another one moment and clinging the next.

He heaved upward abruptly, disengaging their bodies and shoving himself
downward.

Before she could object, before she’d entirely grasped what he meant to do,
he thrust her thighs wide and covered her sex with his mouth. A shockwave of
intense sensation rolled over her as she felt the lathe of his tongue along her
cleft and then connecting with her clit. She groaned, bucked against him.

He caught her hips, holding her for his mouth as he lathed and suckled at her
burning flesh until she was sobbing for breath and torn between the urge to make
him stop and the equal demand of her body to yield to the explosive climax she
felt building inside of her.

She almost wept when he did stop.

Lifting away from her, he crawled over her body once more, aligned his shaft
with her opening and curled his hips to penetrate her, pressing steadily against
her until he’d breached the mouth of her sex. When he withdrew slightly and
thrust again, she felt him sinking slowly deeper and deeper inside of her, felt
the friction of his passage along her channel in waves of intense pleasure.

“It feels so good,” she moaned, lifting her arms and legs and locking them
around him to counter his trusts until he’d filled her to capacity, stretched
her almost to the point of pain.

Dropping her feet to the mattress as he withdrew, she met his next thrust,
focused inwardly as she felt her body rising, tightening, preparing to take the
leap into ecstasy. She gasped in a harsh breath and held it as she reached the
precipice and teetered, struggling to hold it off just a few more moments to
enjoy the pleasurable glide of his flesh along her channel. She lost her hold on
it as he began to thrust faster, slamming into her in jolts that pushed her
control beyond her reach, exploding in glorious waves of rapture as her climax
hit her with such force that it dragged keen cries from her.

He shuddered as her body began to convulse and then surged into her faster
until he found his own quaking release.

Gasping for breath, shuddering at the quakes that continued to rip through
him, he leaned heavily against her, struggling to catch his breath and gather
enough strength to move off of her. Finally, he heaved himself to one side and
tipped onto the bed beside her.

Nearly comatose in the aftermath, she allowed herself to drift lazily while
her heart and breath slowly calmed until she could breathe more easily.

She groaned as he groped her until his hand settled on her shoulder and he
dragged her over to face him. Ignoring her protest, he pulled her against him
and sought her mouth, kissing her briefly before he released her.

Epilogue

“Nigel, please slow the car down. I’m not going to have the babies in the
car.”

“Don’t try to distract me from the subject at hand.”

“Well, at least we have Nigel’s name picked out since we named him after you
and your father.”

“Yes, but that’s only half of the problem. We still haven’t agreed on our
little girl’s name and now she’s almost here.” He paused. “Hold that thought,”
he said as he pulled up and into the driveway in front of the hospital to drop
her off. “I’ll be back as soon as I park the car. Okay, honey?”

“I’ll be fine. You don’t have to rush.”

She got out and he helped her into a wheelchair. A nurse wheeled her
inside.

Two Hours Later

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Sera gushed, holding both of her babies in her
arms.

“Yes, they are. They’re so amazing,” he admitted.

“But we still haven’t agreed on a name for this little angel,” he said,
gently caressing his little girl’s cheek while she slept.

“How did you mother come up with your name?”

“It’s funny that you mention that right after calling her a little angel. My
mother called me her little angel the whole time she was pregnant with me and
finally decided that’s what she would name me. Sera is actually short for
Seraphim.”

“She was right about that, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“You are an angel.”

He grabbed his son, Nigel the third, and laid him gently in the baby bed a
nurse had brought in.

He then grabbed his daughter, still unnamed and laid her down gently beside
her brother. He admired them for a minute before turning back to Sera.

“Scoot over.”

She scooted over in the hospital bed.

He lay down beside her in the bed, trying to be careful and not hurt her
because she was still very tender from the delivery.

He gently pushed some stray hair out of her face, kissing her tenderly on the
temple.

She smiled up at him, thinking it couldn’t get any better than this.

“So, I was thinking. Since there’s enough room in this hospital bed for two,
we should probably get started on making some brothers and sisters for Nigel and
his sister.”

She laughed and playfully batted at him, although she was as weak as a
newborn kitten.

“Don’t you think we’ll have our hands full for a while?”

“Are you telling me no woman?” he asked, raising a questionable eyebrow at
her.

“Never.”

The End

Read an excerpt from Exposed, also available from NCP.

EXPOSED

By

Megan Ziese

Chapter One

Keira Johnson, aka Sexx, took one last look in the mirror, shifting her red
halter top a little more. The D.J. was going to call her name any minute. Even
after a week of dancing at the club, she still wasn’t over her stage nerves. She
supposed for the most part that, more than worrying about strangers ogling her,
she’d been nervous that one day her boss might discover that she’d taken on a
second job working nights at Cheaters.

She had worked at the law firm of Douglas and Tremaine for almost six months
before she’d finally concluded that one job just wasn’t going to pay the bills.
If she was ever going to get out from under her college debts, she was going to
have to try something drastic.

Deciding to work nights as an exotic dancer was pretty drastic, but then
she’d considered long and hard before she’d finally concluded it was her best
option. Nothing else would bring in enough money to get her debts off of her
back nearly as quickly, and she didn’t think she had the stamina to hold down
two jobs for very long. She didn’t think it would even have occurred to her to
check out the exotic dance scene except that she’d discovered pretty soon after
she’d started working for the firm that her boss, Devin Tremaine, entertained
his male clients at a strip joint fairly regularly.

As far as she’d been able to discover, though, Devin Tremaine always took his
clients to the strip club down the street, the Purple Pony. She’d been as casual
as she could possibly be when she’d asked his personal secretary, Sarah, on
their lunch break one day if he always frequented that establishment. Sarah had
given her a strange look, which had given her the uneasy feeling that, maybe,
she hadn’t been as subtle as she’d thought, but had assured her that Mr.
Tremaine always went to the Purple Pony.

It was for that reason Kiera had chosen Cheaters, even though the Purple Pony
seemed to be more popular, catering to a more upscale clientele that probably
meant it would also have paid better. Far better, she’d thought, to take a
little longer to shed those debts that had been keeping her awake at night than
risk the chance of running into her boss and losing the job she expected to make
a career out of. Sarah had been Mr. Tremaine’s personal secretary since they’d
started the law firm, and she knew him better than anyone else. If she said he
never went to Cheaters, Kiera was sure she could count on the information being
reliable.

Her own, more limited, knowledge of Mr. Tremaine supported that. Since she’d
started working at the law firm, Keira had noticed many things about her
entirely too handsome boss. Not to say he was OCD, but he was definitely a
creature of habit and always did things the same way. He kept his blonde hair
short and impeccably neat, parted just off the side, smoothed straight despite
its tendency to curl—not a hair out of place—and it never budged, just like him.
He never relented on office policy. He never arrived late, never socialized
internally. His clothing and demeanor were always immaculate, perfect. And he
expected all the qualities and practices he exhibited to be followed to the
letter by his employees, all of them, no matter their job at the company.

It was no surprise to her to learn from many of the female employees that the
straight-laced, extremely cold and serious Mr. Tremaine had never dated anyone
in the law firm. She had heard horror stories of women who thought they could
work their way up the social ladder by engaging in a relationship with him. It
hadn’t taken long for them to be shown the door.

Following office policy hadn’t been a problem for Keira but being able to get
by with the salary they’d started her off on was another matter. Her college
loans and the cost of living in a big city were bearing down on her. She had
recently been forced to choose between eating and paying rent—and she didn’t
like those kinds of choices. She knew that something had to give, and it
wouldn’t be a promotion at work. She hadn’t worked there long enough to expect
anything of the sort. The only solution was a second job, which the law firm had
expressly forbid. But she didn’t have a choice in the matter. And the only job
she could get with flexible hours at night that could offset her loans was a job
as a stripper. They paid cash, she worked under a stage name, and she didn’t
have to claim the income. She had only taken the job as a temporary fix anyway,
hoping that in another six months she would get a promotion and she’d be able to
quit the second job.

“Let’s give a round of applause for China. And now introducing . . . Sexx!”
D.J. Mike announced on the microphone.

That was her cue. By that time, Keira had taken her place. At the
announcement, she stepped out onto the stage, passing China on the way. Dazzled
by the spotlights and, thankfully, unable to really see the audience, Keira
claimed the stage, using the strut she’d been taught as she slunk with a
provocative sway of her hips across the smooth surface. Grabbing the steel pole
in the middle of the stage once she reached it, she began to twirl around it
sinuously, taking care not to loose her footing. The six inch heels she’d bought
for the job were dangerous.

She turned her back to one side of the stage, dipping low as she slid her
hands down the pole, using her legs to shake her ass.

The men behind her cheered, waving dollars.