Title: Seeking Justice
Author: Rivi Jacks
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 8, 2015
Young investigative reporter, Cait Shaw, is not happy about her new assignment; investigating what she deems to be a “seedy” part of Chicago’s more questionable businesses. But her editor seems to have a personal vendetta against the elusive Mr. Justice, leaving Cait with little say in the matter.
Cait is especially shocked and conflicted by her attraction to the irresistible charms of Liam Justice. Liam is like no man she has ever known and she is totally captivated and unprepared for the sinfully erotic, passionate affair they enter into.
As her world is turned upside down, Cait must cope with her growing affection for Liam and his shadowed past.
I head down the hallway past the kitchen to the
supply room. The door is stuck, and I give it a bump with my hip reaching
around the doorframe for the light switch. The door closes softly behind me as
I take a moment looking around for the cocktail napkins. The light in here is dim, but I finally spot the container. Pulling
the sliding library ladder along the shelf rail, I climb carefully in my heels
until I’m level with the box I want,
delving inside to pull out a couple of the napkin packs. As I step down a rung,
hands close around my waist startling me, and I step back off the ladder. With
a little shriek, I fall into strong arms. I know surprise is registering on my
face, but the angry eyes of Liam Justice, glaring down into my own, puzzles me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I push against his chest. “Put me down!”
Oh, this is too embarrassing. Not the fact that
I feel a fool for falling into his arms
or the obvious fact that he’s not happy about it, but because I’m suddenly
panting. My chest feels tight, my lungs compressed, and I’m struggling for
every breath I take. My lips part as desire coils low in my belly. His eyes
flick to my mouth, and then back to my eyes with intent, slowly letting my legs
slide down the length of his body. Standing in front of him, my heels bring me
closer to his mouth, which plays havoc with my equilibrium. I sway slightly.
Snaking his arm around my waist, he anchors me to his front as his other arm
reaches up to the back of my head, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair,
pulling my head back. An involuntary gasp escapes
at his sudden move, and I grasp his broad
shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“Are you trying to break your fucking neck?”
His voice is soft, his breath fanning across my face. I struggle for a deep
breath, his scent infusing every cell of my body. This man could make a serious
dent in the cologne industry if he bottled his mind-numbing
scent. His lashes cast shadows on his cheekbones as my eyes move across his
face down to his lips.
“No.” I breathe, looking back up to his
incredibly blue eyes. I hope he never lets me go—
He leans over me slightly, pressing me against
his arm causing my back to bow. There’s some kind of pulsating, vibrating
energy passing back and forth between us. I can feel it, and I wonder if he
does.
I lick my dry lips. “You... startled me.”
Before I can take another breath, his mouth
comes crashing down on mine, his tongue sweeping in to quickly stroke mine. His mouth is hot, and he tastes incredible.
With a mind of their own my hands move from his shoulders to delve into his
thick, soft hair as he presses his rock hard erection into my lower belly. His
mouth moves over mine sucking my bottom lip between his teeth where he bites
down gently. He keeps me anchored against his front, and I moan softly when I
feel his hand slide up under the skirt of my dress, stroking my thigh, moving
up to my hip. His hand is unbelievably warm as his fingers splay around my hip and dig into my bare bottom.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs as his lips
move along my jaw to take my tender
earlobe between his teeth, biting down. I whimper at the slight pain.
“Shhh.”
I jerk and almost yelp, grabbing hold of his
upper arms when his hand moves from my hip and cups me between my legs. He looks up to meet my eyes. Before I have a chance to
decipher his wicked grin he’s twisting the fabric of my thong in his hand, his
fingers shredding the delicate fabric as he rips it from my body. I do yelp at the burning
sensation where the elastic bites into my skin.
“Caitlyn
you need to keep quiet,” he breathes as he bends me back further, placing his
mouth in the hollow of my throat, his hand once again cupping my sex. I squeak
at the contact and feel his smile against
my skin.
“You’re already hot and wet for me.” He raises
his head to look into my face. “I do like that, sugar. I like that very much.”
Rivi Jacks has a lifelong love of books, and she is a true believer in holding onto a good love story. One reason her attic and barn are full of the books she has collected through the years.
She lives in the Missouri Ozarks on a farm with her husband, and when not writing or reading, she likes to take long walks down country roads, cook, fish, and spend time with family and friends.
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