[Smoke & Curves 02] • His to Possess

Book 2 (of 3) in the Smoke Curves series (now with extended content)

Working for Collin Stark, ex-Army interrogator and Chief Executive Bad Ass of a private military company, plus-size beauty Mia James has placed her body on the line to prove she isn't a corporate spy.  But when her past resurfaces at a global security conference, the events that transpire may be more than her heart or Collin's trust can survive.

This 21000+ word edition contains two bonus scenes from Collin's POV, "Possessing Mia" and "Losing Mia," for an additional 5300+ words over the original. Get extended/bonus content faster when you sign up for the Wicked Reads newsletter at loveatanysize.com.

His lips breaking contact, Collin pushed three deep into me. "Stop pretending, baby. Stop hiding."

There was no pretense left to me in that bed. Before, after -- certainly I would try to reclaim my dignity, to pretend that I had not surrendered yet again.

His free hand reached up to the bottom edge of the row of missing buttons on my nightdress. Sharp jerks and tugs eviscerated the thin flannel gown. Moving onto his knees, he brought both hands to my shoulders, gripped the remaining fabric and pulled it to the bend in my arms. 

"That little sham of a girl inside you, I'm going to destroy her tonight." One hand pushed between the small of my back and the mattress, gathering the back panel of the dress and looping it until he had the remnants of my nightgown binding my arms. "You won't listen to her ever again."

He cupped my mound, his palm bearing down as three fingers once again invaded me. "This is what you'll listen to. This soaking wet hole that wants to be filled and completely possessed."

I couldn't deny his claim. There wasn't an ounce of audacity or braggadocio in his words. He had me there already, all my inhibitions quieted beneath the soft moans that his faintest touch produced. 

"Do you want to come, Mia?"

"Yes."

His thumb replaced his palm, its fat tip burrowing between my plump lips to stroke up and down as he stared into my eyes, gauging my reaction, my malleability. "No more hiding?"

"No -- none." Possessed so masterfully by Stark, I had forgotten what I still hid from him. I forgot myself as well, the too ripe flesh that his body brushed against. I was that stranger in the mirror, the woman whose raw beauty had made me gasp right before Collin had propelled me into the elevator.

"I won't let you go back," he warned, sliding into place between my thighs.

"Not ever," he promised and put his mouth to me once more.