Free A Dash of Desire (Spiced Life #2) by Charity Parkerson

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    “Why’s that?”
    Riley shrugged. “Because Hunter likes you. Unlike most the people in this town, who see you as their minister, Hunter thinks you’re a good person and is genuinely your friend.” Okay, so now he felt like a jackass. “He likes me by extension.” Tristan’s eyebrows hit his hairline at that bit. It sounded like a crock to him, but the laughter in her eyes kept him from saying as much. She pinched his side. “Don’t look at me that way. It’s true. He’s hoping you’ll be selfish for once, and take what you want for a change.”
    “He said all of that?” Tristan asked, skeptical.
    She nodded. “He did. People tell me things. Of course, I didn’t tell him that it didn’t matter if you intend to be selfish.”
    The shameless glint in her eye had him dying to see what she would do next. “Why’s that?”
    “Because I’m greedy,” she answered. “I intend to be selfish enough for both of us.” Going up on her toes, Riley touched her lips to his. Tristan’s brain stuttered to a stop. His heart raced. For a moment, the universe held its breath before Tristan buried his fingers in her hair and took control of their kiss. She tasted like summer and happiness. It was heat and spice, controlling his every action. His cock was beating at the zipper of his khakis, attempting to get closer to Riley. He couldn’t control it. Riley was enticing, easily the most dangerous woman he’d ever met. She made him burn.
    The office door opened, slamming into his back and knocking what little sense he had left out of him. Hunter poked his head around it and flushed.
    “Oh. Sorry about that.” He handed Riley a card. With her face buried against Tristan’s chest, she accepted. “I forgot to give you my cell number, so you can text me when you want me to come out and add those deadbolts for you.”
    Riley’s face was red, but Tristan couldn’t tell if it was due to embarrassment or lust. She shifted in his arms long enough to shove the card in her back pocket. “Thanks. I’ll call you sometime tonight.”
    His gaze moved between her and Tristan, taking in every detail. “Again, so sorry.”
    Tristan blew out a breath and dredged up a smile. “Don’t worry over it. We…” He had no idea how to finish that statement. Hunter’s idiotic smile stole away any need for an explanation.
    “I’ll just close this,” Hunter said, doing just that and leaving them alone.
    Riley pressed her forehead to his chest. The shaking of her shoulders told him everything he needed to know, even before her laughter filled his ears. She was having the time of her life watching him twist in the wind.

Chapter 6
    In all her years, Riley had never been truly angry with Billy. Today was a new day. After four solid days of listening to multiple lectures, Riley had finally given in to her aunt’s demands to attend service at least once. Of course, then Billy had ended up getting called into work as Riley had been getting dressed to leave. Her relief over her near miss lasted only long enough for Billy to guilt trip her into going alone. So here she was, unhappy as hell and with hundreds of eyes boring into the back of her head. Billy’s sins were only slightly worse than Tristan’s. She’d never forgive him for snagging her hand the moment she walked in the door and forcing her into the front row. He was sexy. She wouldn’t kill him. Maybe. The chant ran through her mind several times before she decided she really wouldn’t do well in prison.
    Riley’s nipples hardened, and not in a good way. A chill raced over her skin. The Church of Holy Light kept their thermostat set exactly two degrees below Antarctica as if it made people think they were as far away from the fires of Hell as possible. It was a trick, of course. Riley was closer to its scorching depths than ever before, which was only laughable since she was sitting in the front pew. The one closest to him . The reminder of the sins he dared her to commit