From At His Mercy...

Absently, she moved her cheek back and forth over the soft fabric of the sheet and wondered about Jace Sheridan, the man she desired so strongly.

What was he going to do with her? He couldn't keep her here indefinitely.

Even after his threat, she had to take her chances and make a break for it. Not because she actually feared he might harm her. Her biggest fear was that she couldn't keep her hands off him. She had to get out of the house before she did something completely stupid like beg him to make love to her.

Tossing the sheets back, she jumped out of bed, dressed in her shorts leaving his t-shirt on. Probably the closest souvenir t-shirt she was going to get from Costa Rica. Might as well hold on to it. And it smelled of him, clean and manly. Silently, she slid on her hiking boots.

Digging around her backpack, she found the little flashlight tucked away in a pocket. Now, to find the keys to his jeep.

Leaning into the door, she pressed her ear to the smooth, cool wood and listened for any signs of movement. Was he asleep? God, she hoped so. It might take her a while to locate the car keys. Not a chance he'd just left them out. She'd have to search. Then, and only then, could she get out the door.

The alarm at the front door would go off, but if she moved quickly enough, she could be out, in the jeep and long gone before Jace even put his pants on.

Opening the door, the knob was cool beneath her fingers. As carefully as she could, and with all the stealth she could manage, she crept out of the bedroom. The way her heart pounded wildly in her chest, it had to be audible throughout the entire house. Thankfully, the floors didn't squeak as she tiptoed past a closed door.

She breathed a little sigh of release as she made it to the living room and began her search for the keys. She checked the shelves and the little table next to the couch.

Nothing.

She floated like a ghost into the kitchen, pulling every drawer open quietly. Nothing. What was she going to do? She'd have to search each room and by then it would be dawn. God help her if the keys were hidden away in his bedroom. That'd be a day topper, wouldn't it?

The room off the living room looked like an office. Keys often ended up in offices, didn't they? She searched there next. A small lamp over the desk gave her all the light she needed. Carefully moving papers and trying to replace them perfectly, Ainsley searched the top of the desk. About to move into the desk drawers, a shift in the air of the room caused her to pause.

"Looking for these?" came the deep, sleepy voice from behind her.

She screamed clutching her hand to her chest. Her heart lodged itself in her throat.

"Damn! What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me like that?" she snapped.

"What the hell are you doing searching my office?" His mocking tone annoyed her. Arms crossed, his sleep tousled hair, bare chest and unsnapped jeans irritated her even more. God, he looked delicious. Her mouth watered, and she almost forgot what she was doing in there.

"Very funny. You know what I'm looking for."

He dangled the silver key ring from his finger. "Not too hard to figure out. Your face gave you away earlier, honey."

"What do you mean?"

"That you shouldn't play poker. You're no better at it then your brother. Come on."

"Come on where?

"To bed. I'm tired, and I obviously can't trust you, so you're sleeping with me."

Ainsley tugged her hand from him. Sleep with him? Her nipples peaked and her folds dampened again. After that heart stopping, blow-your-socks-off kiss outside? No way was she doing that. There'd be little sleeping if she had her way. He knew all the right buttons to push.

"Oh hell, no."

"This way, princess," he mocked striding over to grab her arm firmly, pulling her from the office. He had to do something before he gave in to his clamoring needs and fucked her right there on the floor. He felt tight as a piano wire and ready to explode. He silently cursed her beautiful face and the whole damn situation.

Right from the start the operation stank. When Jace and his partner had discovered Thomas was bringing another American woman into Costa Rica to sell, they scrambled to set up a sting in hopes of infiltrating the flesh traders.

What a surprise it was to find out Thomas was selling his sister. What kind of scumbag sells his own family? His stomach rolled in disgust. From that point on, Jace made it his business to find out everything he could about Ainsley St. Clair.

He smacked the lights off as he dragged her from the room, throwing the house into darkness. Ainsley made a grab for the door handle and he swore.

"For Christ sake." Jace picked her up at her knees and slung her over his shoulder, stalking toward the bedroom. A slap to her ass put him in marginally better spirits.

"Put me down, you Neanderthal!"

"You want me leave you in the dark?"

She pinched his back. "No, you monster, I want you to turn the lights back on and then put me down."

He snorted. "Like that's gonna happen."

As he dropped her on the king size bed with a bounce, she immediately scrambled to the headboard. The light from the bathroom illuminated her face. Thank God, she looked more pissed than scared.

"Try to run away again and..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. What exactly are you going to do to me? Kidnap me and keep me hostage? Oh wait, you've already done that." She glared at him. The way her brows furrowed and her chin jutted out in defiance was almost cute. He'd have to give her props for being so ballsy. He was twice her size and could snap her like a twig without breaking a sweat.

"I didn't kidnap you. I won you fair and square in a poker game. Now get over here."

He pulled a silk blue tie from an armoire and looped it to one of the wooden bedposts.

Ainsley jumped up, and ran for the door. This was too easy. She was quick, he'd give her that, but it didn't matter because he had her firmly in his arms. He couldn't afford to lose her at this point in the game, personally or professionally.

He silently applauded her efforts to kick and slap at him while he tied her. Wrapping the soft silk around her wrists, he tested the knot and moved to the other side of the bed. Jace stripped of his shirt, tossing on the floor. He noticed the struggle stopped while her eyes followed his every move. Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them to the floor until he stood in his boxers. There wasn't much he could do about his straining hard-on. He slid between the sheets and turned to her.

"I'm turning the light out. You want to sleep in your clothes, go ahead, but you won't be comfortable. I'll give you two minutes to undress."

"Two minutes? I'm already uncomfortable. You tied these too tight." Ainsley pulled at the bindings. "And I have to go pee."

"Two minutes and then I turn off the light."

"Shut your eyes!" she demanded.

"Oh, hell, no. You watched me. I'm only returning the favor." He raised his body on one elbow. It allowed him the pleasure of watching her strip.

She fumed and hopped up to stand next to the bed but the tie kept her close. He chuckled at her attempts to move away from the bed. He'd given her enough length to move around, but not get away.

"I can't do this with one hand! Untie me, please?"

"Nope."

She struggled with the snap on her shorts as he slid to her side of the bed and reached for her.

"Allow me."

"Just untie me," she pleaded.

Jace reached for the zipper, and slid it down slowly. He wanted to tease her the way she'd teased him all evening. His fingers pushed the fabric over her hips, taking her panties with them. Her skin was as soft as the silk and he almost had a stroke at the sight of the pale bush between her long golden legs.

"What are you doing?" Her breath quickened. It became slightly uneven. Good, now she knew how he felt.

God, what the hell was he doing? He was messing with his career that's what. He had to stop. Pull her pants back up and sleep on the floor. Unfortunately, his body was an inferno out of control. He couldn't stop himself. He'd never behaved this way. Ever. Why her?

She started to moan, but bit the inside of her cheek, preventing the telling sound from slipping past her lips and giving her away. He knew. Maybe that's why he couldn't stop himself. She wanted him, too.

Jace moved to stand behind her. "Kick 'em away, honey," he ordered referring to her clothes. When she complied, the breath he'd been holding rushed past his lips. God, how he prayed she wanted him, too.

He could smell her arousal. It was sweet and musky, and he couldn't wait to press his mouth against her pussy and taste all that heat. No, it was much too soon for that. He didn't want to scare her away.

"Now for the shirt," he whispered as he inched the t-shirt over her head and one arm.

"It won't come off."

Jace walked to the closet and pulled a long, 10-inch silver knife from one of the shelves. Grabbing the t-shirt in his hand, he sliced his way through it, and tossed the ruined shirt on the floor.

"Damn, I liked that shirt, too."

Flipping the knife onto the carpet, he traced a finger across each of her bare breasts. The turgid nipples begged to be kissed. He lowered his head and sucked the tiny pebbles until Ainsley moaned.

"Tell me you want me," he demanded as he laved the nub, taking her areola completely in his mouth and sucking hard. His shaft grew in response to the sweet taste. He couldn't wait to ram himself deep inside of her. He could almost feel her, the way her tight, wet channel would clench around him. Now it was his turn to bite back a moan. He had to slow down or he'd be done before they even got started.

"I ... Oh, my God. Don't stop," she panted, clutching his head to her chest.

"Close enough."

Jace grabbed her ass in his calloused hands, and she practically wept with pleasure. She wanted him, desperately. She wanted him naked, his roughened skin pressed against hers.

"Take your clothes off," she ordered. "I'd help, but as you can see, I'm a little tied up."

"Yeah, just the way I like you, at my mercy."

From Sinful Touch...

Audra watched in fascination as Roark trailed the tip of the beer bottle over one nipple, then the other circling her areola. The glass was cool and wet from his mouth. She shivered in excitement, her breath shallow and quick. Her damp hand grasped the edge of the bar.

Oh God. Oh God.

Slowly, he traced the bottle between her breasts, down her stomach, teasing her tight clit. Liquid heat drenched and flooded her folds.

Audra's heart pounded and a flutter of goose bumps covered her skin. He wouldn't, would he? Her pussy clenched and she gasped in surprise as he slowly slid the long glass neck of the bottle between her swollen lips, filling her.

A moan caught in her throat. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. It was almost too much to bear. The cool wet bottle, the heat of her channel. She didn't want to like it, but God help her, she did. A soft cry escaped as she bit her lower lip.

Roark withdrew the bottle, circling and teasing her. It took all her concentration to stand still when all she wanted was to wiggle the glass back inside.

"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.

"Oh God, please, no."

A sexy chuckle reached her ears as he slid the cool glass back inside of her. Her insides quivered.

In and out.

In and out.

Clutching the edge of the counter, Audra held on for dear life. At any moment, she was sure her knees would buckle and end what was undoubtedly the most erotic experience of her existence.

What Roark did to her was decadent, naughty and she loved it. Loved his boldness. Loved that she stood naked, at his mercy while he played with her.

A soft moan of excitement escaped her parted lips. He must have taken it as a sign of surrender because his mouth captured hers in a hard, demanding kiss.

Trembling hands grasped the sleeves of his shirt, anchoring her. She prayed he wouldn't stop the delicious torture.

In and out.

He fucked her with the long, slender neck of the bottle for an eternity. God, had she ever been so consumed before? Her channel spasmed, coaxing the glass deeper, tighter.

She panted, her heart pounding terribly. Audra craved the fiery explosion that always came at his hands. Moving her legs wider, she practically begged him not to stop.

Roark's free hand circled her engorged clit, flicking at the straining flesh. She sobbed as the familiar fingers of an orgasm crept up her spine and feathered through her body. Her orgasm came in a rush and a blinding flash.

"Roark," she screamed, her hips pushing against his hand.

Finally, the tremors subsided. He slid the bottle out of her pussy, brought it to his mouth and drank deeply. His tongue licked her essence from the glass and a look of arrogant satisfaction covered his face.