Series: A is for Alpha
Indulge your fantasies with these steamy, contemporary romances about sexy, billionaire alpha males, and the women who capture their hearts.
*This is an erotic A is for Alpha story*
She went to steal a brooch, but found her deepest fantasies.
Devon Murray is still up to his bad boy ways. The social media mogul is as notorious as his pirate ancestor, with both charming the ladies and breaking the law. And he doesn’t take lightly to the beautiful stranger crashing one of his lust parties. But before dispensing his punishment, he intends to take his pleasure…
Desperate to help her family get out of debt, Renee forms a risky plan to steal back a brooch that belonged to her ancestor centuries ago. A brooch that she’s certain resides in Devon Murray’s home. Enlisting the help of her best friend, Renee quickly realizes she’s in way over her head when she sneaks into Devon’s shockingly sensual party.
With an undeniable passion ignited between them, they discover a centuries old connection that will leave them both reeling.
“Taking a moment to enjoy the view?” Devon stepped close behind her.
She shivered and leaned back towards him, maybe consciously, maybe not.
Devon slid an arm around her waist and drew her fully back against him.
“The things you saw tonight. They aroused you, did they not?”
Her stomach clenched against his lightly tracing fingers.
“Of course not.”
A lie. He could read it easily enough, even if he hadn’t been keeping tabs on her.
“Really?” he murmured. “Look down there. Do you see the man and woman just inside the door?”
She didn’t reply, but he knew she looked at the erotic sight. The woman stood grasping a table, while the man knelt at her feet pressing his face between her legs.
“Don’t close your eyes, Renee.”
She gasped. “How did you—”
“Do you see how she grinds herself onto his face?” he asked mildly, sliding a hand upward to cup her breast through the corset.
She didn’t protest, but made a startled sigh of pleasure.
“Answer me.” He nuzzled her neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her.
He’d brought her up here to seduce her, no doubt about it, and afterward to question her. But the longer he held her close—the more he touched her—he forgot any motivation other than to find pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you see how he eats her like she’s made of candy?”
Beneath his palm her breast swelled with the sharp breath she drew in.
“Please what, Renee?” He had to touch her. He unhooked several of the fastenings on the front of her corset.
“Please do the same to you?”
She gasped again. Whether from his words, or the fact that he’d delved his hand inside her corset to cup her breast—it didn’t matter.
He teased his fingers around her areolas, circling just outside of each nipple. But occasionally his fingertips brushed the hardening peaks, and his cock swelled in response. There was no doubt that she would feel it against her lower back.
Her head fell against his shoulder and she drew in an unsteady breath.
“Answer me.” Unable to resist any longer, he closed his fingers around her nipples and pinched with just enough pressure to make her cry out. “Shall I make you come with my mouth?”
“No.” She shook her head in denial. “I don’t… I’m not like this.”
“Not like what? Intrigued by the sensual things you see?” He kissed her neck. “Aroused by my touch? There is no shame in any of it.”
“I’m not.” It was another lie, breathy and almost reverent.
“Well doesn’t that leave me confused?” He released one of her breasts and trailed his fingers downward. A moment later he pushed his hand up her skirt to cup her sex through her panties. “Because you’re soaking wet, Renee.”