Seeking Justice
By 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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