Free Brent's Law by Ylette Pearson Page A

felt toward him. He was charming, funny, articulate and knowledgeable. Great qualities in any man, and it was normal she’d be a bit smitten by the attention he bestowed on her. Flattered even. But nothing more. Nothing she couldn’t handle. Although she’d made her decision, it was early morning before she finally fell asleep.
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    The rasping of a beard against the soft skin of her neck woke her what seemed like minutes after she fell asleep and she squirmed away. “No, go away. It’s too early.” She forced her heavy eyelids open to the gray light of predawn.
    He flung his arm across her shoulders and turned her toward him. “Rise and shine baby.”
    His tongue teased the outer edges of her lips while his fingers gently stroked her breasts through her nightgown. She yawned and stretched her arms over her head.
    “Do we have to get up?”
    “Uh-huh. I want to show you the sugarcane fields.”
    She groaned. And not just because of the words. His hands were igniting small flames in her body. She buried her face in his neck and snuggled into his frame.
    “Let’s stay in bed a little while longer.”
    He slipped his hand under the hem of her gown and traced her thigh upwards.
    “If we stay in bed, you better be prepared for the consequences.”
    “Hmm, and what might those be?” She lost her train of thought when his fingers stroked her pussy through the thong. She nuzzled his neck. “Oh, it feels so good.”
    “I know, baby, but this will feel even better.” He hooked his finger in her thong and shoved it down her legs. She lifted her hips and parted her legs, skimming her hands over his abdomen until she reached the target. A huge, hard target.
    “Oh, my.”
    He chuckled softly and caressed her clit. She wriggled her bum and slipped her hand inside his shorts. The heat scorched her hand and she gently stroked him, marveling at the way he enlarged in her hand. When his finger slipped into her pussy, she arched her back as the last remnants of sleep fled. Would she ever get enough of him?
    She removed his hand from her pussy and crawled under the blankets. His cock dipped when she closed her mouth over the tip, slowly easing him into her mouth. When she bit down lightly on the shaft, his hips lifted off the sheet, forcing him deeper into her throat.
    The door banged against the wall and a high-pitched wail pierced the air. Shock stilled Samantha’s movements and the steel rod in her mouth lost some of its rigidity.
    “So that’s why you wanted the divorce finalized so quickly. You lying, cheating son of a bitch.”
    What the hell was Amber doing here? How did she get inside? Panic threatened to close Samantha’s throat.
    Amber’s heels thundered over the floor as she approached the bed. “Who’s the whore you have under there?”
    Samantha’s swallowed and only realized she still had Brent’s cock in her mouth when his body jerked. She released him and rested her head on his thigh. His hand rested on her head and he gently stroked her hair as if to reassure her. She couldn’t face Amber—not like this.
    “Wait for me in the lounge.” Brent’s voice carried enough authority to stop Amber in her tracks.
    “Why should I? I have the right to know who you’re fucking.”
    “No you don’t, so I suggest you get out of my room before I have you arrested for trespassing.”
    Once the door clicked shut, Brent lifted the covers from Samantha and sat up. “I convinced you to come here and I’ll deal with Amber.”
    “You didn’t force me.” She hurried from the bed and made her way to the closet. “We’re in this together whether we like it or not.”

Chapter Nine
    Samantha paced the living room. As far as nightmares went, this one rated top of the pile. She hadn’t been here two days and already the game was up. She hugged her arms to her chest and stared out of the window. Why hadn’t she trusted her instincts when they had screamed at her to stay away from Brent?
    Because you weren’t