Hold 'Em: Vegas Top Guns, Book 3 (39 page)

Hope glanced over, then turned toward him and scowled. “You know, I was saving that seat.”

“Thank you, Hope. How considerate, holding a place for me.” He grinned and her frown deepened.

She heaved an angry sigh—oh, he still recognized that one—and he wanted to kiss away her frustration. Kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, and…on that bump in the middle of her nose. Where had she gotten that? His body surged in demand, needing to know who’d broken her nose and why.

It looked just like his mother’s had, and that memory just didn’t sit well with him.

“Whatever you say, Gabe,” she retorted before returning to her conversation.

He didn’t like that one bit, but it did pull him back from those black memories and give him a chance think about something far more pleasant.

Though she wore a simple sleeveless blouse and blue jeans, the fabric hugged her curves like it was lingerie. Her new, dark red hair framed her face and floated around her chin in soft curls, and Gabe was sorely tempted to grab one and see if she still used the same lavender shampoo that always drove him crazy.

No way would he let some random guy flirt with Hope when she looked so hot.

He leaned around her to the other man and offered his hand, getting a dizzying whiff of her delicious hair in the process. Yep, still lavender. His groin tightened, and he almost forgot what he was doing until the other man took his hand.

“Gabe,” he growled, thoughts returning to reality. “Hope’s my guest for the weekend.” He made sure to grip the man’s hand enough to emphasize his words.

“Jovan,” the man replied, his eyes narrowing at Gabe’s handshake warning. “And Hope was just telling me she’s here to discuss business with Katrina.”

The man had a foreign accent, the kind women tended to drool all over. He needed to get Hope away from him, stat.

Gabe dropped Jovan’s hand and slung his arm across the back of Hope’s seat. “
Cara
, why are you telling lies?” he whispered before growling in her ear, “Are you looking for a spanking?”

Hold ’Em

Katie Porter

A man with handcuffs. A woman with a paddle. Both fly F-16s.

Vegas Top Guns, Book 3

Daughter of a world-famous motocross champion, and head-on competitor with three brothers, Captain Leah “Princess” Girardi was born with a need for speed. No one tells her what to do, especially not men with chauvinistic “girls can’t be fighter pilots” attitudes.

That’s what ended her brief relationship with Captain Mike “Strap Happy” Templeton. Now, six years later, he’s been assigned to her squadron, and whoa
damn
, he’s filled out nicely. Plus he’s cultivated a Zen-like chill factor that pulls at her hormones.

Even after four tours, Mike’s the new kid in the 64
^th
Aggressor Squadron. That’s not the only thing new. Since he last saw Leah, he’s learned a few things about himself. A female who outranks him still makes his teeth grind, but in the bedroom he craves the rush of pain inflicted by an adoring, powerful woman.

Their reunion is an explosive revelation. Leah is the beautiful mistress he’s been searching for, and she takes to her new role like a natural. But Leah’s aware one thing
hasn’t
changed. Loving him is still an all-or-nothing proposition. She’s not sure her reckless streak is wide enough to risk her career—and her heart.

Warning: This book contains a hot stud on his knees, a woman wielding a paddle, and filthy-gorgeous femdom sex. Also: dangerous rock climbing, two amazing motorcycles and some bad tequila.
 

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Hold ‘Em

Copyright © 2012 by Katie Porter

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