COME WHEN CALLED #6, The Punishment (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) (7 page)

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RELEASE SCHEDULE:

Come When Called, THE INCIDENT: April 7, 2015

Come When Called, THE OFFER: April 14, 2015

Come When Called, CHARLEY: April 21, 2015

Come When Called, DEEPER: April 28, 2015

Come When Called, DARKER: May 5, 2015

Come When Called, THE PUNISHMENT: May 12, 2015

Come When Called, THE SUNRISE: May 19, 2015

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Come When Called #7, THE SUNRISE!

Excerpt from
Come When Called #7, THE SUNRISE
:

Leaning into Ford’s Aston Martin, Evie turned her head slowly, her gaze moving from his spider-webbed rear window to the front, visualizing the path the bullet would have taken through the car, wanting not to believe what she was seeing.

And there it was.

Vertigo slammed into her as the world tilted. She grabbed for the door frame to steady herself until the lightheadedness passed. Then her eyes focused on it again—confirmation. There was a hole shattered into the dashboard of the car. A plate that used to house knobs for climate control now hung off the dashboard in pieces, one of the knobs shattered, leaving only a metal stick protruding from the ruined faceplate. Broken plastic lay scattered across the car’s console.

She looked down at the driver’s seat and did the mental calculation. Ford had come within five inches of that hole being in his neck instead of the dashboard. When he’d left the house that morning, he almost hadn’t returned. Instead of black plastic strewn throughout the front seat, it would have been blood. Ford’s blood.

Ford was a force of nature. She couldn’t imagine such a strong life-force being snuffed out. Shaking, she backed away from the shattered interior of the car.

John had done this.

Could he be so psycho that he’d try to hurt Ford because he took her in? She was pretty sure she knew the answer to that question. Her gut clenched. This was her fault. She’d brought this to Ford’s house.

Dejected, Evie trudged from the garage. Maybe Ford would tell her what happened.

Evie went into the same side door Ford had gone through and checked the library for him. He was there, leaning back in his desk chair, looking out the window with his hands tented in front of his mouth. When she peeked her head in, he smiled, tight-lipped. Almost as if he couldn’t help it—as if his mouth didn’t want to make the gesture, but it broke through anyway.

“Evie.” His voice held a hint of what sounded like trepidation. “You’ve been to the pool. Let me look at you.” He gestured for her to come into his office. She entered cautiously, afraid of what Ford would tell her. She searched his face for some hint of what happened to him and his car, but she saw nothing more than his body tension, a sign that he was troubled under the surface.

He was hiding it, and because he was hiding it, she knew he wouldn’t like for her to pry. She stood in front of his desk and he twirled his finger to indicate she was to turn around. She did and looked back over her shoulder to watch his face. He whistled low and long, and his eyes twinkled.

“That bikini bottom looks so good on your ass. It’s just small enough to show your gorgeous curves. Come here, love.”

She went around his desk to stand directly in front of his chair. His large hands on her hips, he turned her around and lifted the sides of her bikini bottom into the crease between her butt cheeks, exposing her skin with his improvised thong.

“Look at you,” he said softly. “I can still see the marks on your skin from your spanking. This pretty suit doesn’t quite cover them.” He caressed her still-pink skin. “Does it hurt?”

“Just a little,” she answered. He pulled the fabric back into place and turned her around, then picked her up and sat her on top of his desk, facing him in his chair.

“Did you enjoy the pool?” He spread her legs and pulled his chair up between her thighs.

“No, I just laid in the sun this time,” she said, placing her hands behind her on the desk to lean back on. “Maybe next time we can go swimming together?”

“No.” The word came out as a chuckle. “I don’t use the pool.”

She sat forward. “You don’t?”

“No, never.” He ran his hands up and down her smooth, tanned legs.

“Why not?”

“I’m scared of the water.” He gave her a crooked smile, looking up at her sheepishly through his eyelashes.

“But you have a pool. And a boat!” she said incredulously.

“I have those because they are things rich people have.” He grinned at her. “Actually, I do like to sail, but I make sure I have a life-jacket close at hand.”

“I didn’t think you were scared of anything.”

He glanced up at her again, and it was a moment before he answered, his searching gaze seeming to delve into the depths her blue eyes. “Some things, Evie. I’ve discovered there are some things I’m very afraid of.”

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