Free Accidentally Hooked (The Naked Truth Series Book 1) by Carmen Falcone

noticed a black velvety drape hanging from an arch that led to a place tucked in where a TV played the week’s featured porn. Low moans and whimpers from the two women in the video sucking the guy filled the space.
    “Why are you doing this, Kika?”
    She slid her fingers over the glossy DVD. “Picking a flick?”
    “Selling yourself.” He tipped her chin so she had to face him. A frown tightened her face for a beat, then she sighed. Her dark eyes flickered with an emotion he couldn’t put his finger on. All he knew deep in his gut was that—whatever it was—he felt it, too. “You don’t need this.”
    “You don’t know what I need.” She yanked away from him, and stepped back until he heard a couple DVDs fall to the floor. “I understand we’re having sex, but that doesn’t give you the right to point your finger at me and act all judgy. Last time I checked, you were still paying me for it. What does that make you?”
    He raised his hands in surrender. “You’re right. I was stupid.”
    She flashed him a smile, and her irises grew with tiny silvery sparks. “Wow. That was easy. You admit your mistakes faster than most.”
    Than most people? Than most of her clients? He struggled to avoid asking. He curled his fists and uncurled them, a sense of protection of her claiming him. Did the others hurt her, physically or otherwise? No. They couldn’t. She had to have some safety net, some support system—the one he was trying to discover. Shit. She would hate him afterwards. Despise him.
    Kika shuffled her weight from one foot to another. “I need to settle a debt. Once it’s paid, I won’t do this anymore,” she said, her voice softer than a pillow.
    He stroked her cheek, and tried to ignore the sizzling charge going throw him, shooting up his arm and short-circuiting his entire system. “Tell me about it. How much is it? I can help.”
    “Thanks, but you’re already helping. This involves other people though, and I can’t share anymore.”
    He let his fingers trail over her warm skin, his index making a pattern on her smooth neck. The vein pulsed in response, and he smiled. Best not to push it. She wasn’t ready. “Okay. Just promise me while I’m here, if things get out of hand and you need help, you will let me know.”
    She worried her bottom lip. “Promise.”
    Progress. “Good.” He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, the touch meant to be light and simple. Yet, his fingers hovered over her skin, a part of him uncertain he could be that objective. Damn it, he had to be. How could she learn to trust him, if he jumped her bones at every turn? His gut clenched. What kind of trouble was she involved in? If the woman wasn’t so mysterious and independent, he would—
    “Ryan.” She called him, and his gaze slid down. He still had his fingers on her warm flesh, and Kika was leaning into his caress. She tilted her head in the direction of the velvety drapes, and within the couple seconds it took him to read between the lines, his heart raced. “Come on.”
    He knew bloody well he shouldn’t do this—the whole idea to bring her here was to talk, to put her at ease and maybe make fun at some elaborate sex toys. His honorable intentions went down the drain when she led him past the drapes. There was an alcove where a couple monitors displayed the employee’s picks of the week, and dozens of dirty movies stacked. She shoved him against the wall, and a few DVDs fell from the higher shelves. His pulse spiked, and the air was gone from his lungs.
    They had to be quick. Someone could come up at any moment. The rationalization still didn’t keep him from snatching her into his arms, and kissing her violently. Passionately. Their mouths welded together, without any finesse, and he skated his hand down. The moment his finger touched her soaking wet pussy, he groaned. She still didn’t have underwear on.
    If he could have come right there, he would. Being inside her, though, was a lot better. He