Copyright © 2015 Rhian Cahill and Lexxie Couper
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Spin the Bottle by Rhian Cahill
Each player, one after the other, took a card. All of them went above twenty-one and took a shot. A second round started up quickly and Lil stood off to the side to watch. She was enjoying the game when someone pressed into the back of her. Thinking the person wanted to get past, she stepped forward only to be stopped by an arm around her waist, a strong grip that pulled her back against the solid hot wall of muscle behind her.
Warm air fanned over her ear and neck, sending shivers down her spine. His scent filled her nose, and he didn’t need to speak for Lil to know who had hold of her. Mac. He gripped her hip, splayed his fingers and urged her to take a step backwards. Her body was never her own when he was around, and she let him lead her where he willed. He moved them out of the way and stepped them into the corner of the room.
In a second, Mac spun her around. He pushed her into the corner and caged her in, his hands flat on the wall either side of her waist. In her five-inch heels they were eye to eye and she could see the swirl of emotion in his blue gaze. She’d gone too far with tonight’s party, but that wasn’t what had her worried. No, what made her anxious was the look on his face that said he wanted to kiss her. They’d been there and done that with disastrous effects. Lillian didn’t know if she could survive a second time.
“You can run, Lilli, but you can’t hide forever.”
Mac waited for the explosion. He didn’t for one second think she’d let him get away with pinning her in a corner. No, Lillian McDermott never let anyone limit her. She took what she wanted when she wanted. It galled him to think she’d turned out exactly like her mother. That woman had a lot to answer for, the least of which was her absentee parenting. He shuddered. The last person he wanted occupying his mind was Gabriella McDermott. He’d much rather concentrate on her sexy daughter.
The one who drove him nuts but pulled him closer with every breath he took. He’d tried to stay away, tried to ignore the gut-burning need to see if the kiss they’d shared was a fluke. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Slightly parted, her cherry-red lips beckoned, a siren’s call he knew he couldn’t refuse—didn’t want to deny. Mac leaned forward, his lips a breath from hers.
His name on her tongue, the puff of warm air that blew over his chin and the tremor of her lips made him smile. “Lilli.”
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I thought that was obvious.” He didn’t pull away but moved his body closer to hers, his chest barely touching the tips of her breasts when she sucked in a breath.
“N-no.” Her lips brushed his. “It’s bad, remember?”
Mac pulled back a fraction to focus on her eyes. “What?”
“Kissing me.” She licked her lips and sent his blood pressure soaring. “When we did it before, you said it was bad.”
For a second, he hadn’t a clue what she meant, and then it clicked. “Oh, no, it wasn’t the kiss that was bad, Lilli.” He lowered his head, brought his mouth back within touching distance of hers. “I’ll prove it.”
He slanted his mouth across hers. Thrust his tongue between her parted lips to plunder. Mac didn’t ease into the kiss. He dove deep, headfirst. She tasted of champagne and cherries. Of lush decadence that spoke of untold pleasure. The party faded away, lost in the mating of their mouths. Nothing existed but the woman now in his arms, her body plastered to his, her soft curves cradling his hard edges as he devoured her.
Her breath hitched when he sucked on her tongue, and the gaspy little moan that followed the caress of his hand down her spine dragged him further into the most sublime kiss of his life.
Twister by Lexxie Couper
“Your turn, McDermott,” Mac said beside him.
“Gotta pay to play, Mr. McDermott,” the referee said on his right. The man stepped forward from the crowd and Lachlan bit back a snort, recognizing the weather reporter from one of McDermott Media Corp’s breakfast television programs.
Mr. Weather’s Fine and Sunny cleared his throat. “Piece of clothing, please.” He held out a hand, palm up, and Lachlan had to admire the man’s courage. It wasn’t everyday one found themselves asking for an item of clothing from the very person ultimately in charge of one’s career. The person who could destroy said career with just a word.
But you won’t. Because you aren’t a prick with a God complex. You aren’t your father, despite the lust you’re feeling for a model. You do know how to have fun, you just don’t. And this type of silly, harmless fun is exactly what you need to get your mind off her.
At the thought of the damned supermodel somewhere in his home, Lachlan toed off his boots and shot his best friend a quick look. “I’m going to make you regret this, Harris.”
Mac laughed. “Can’t be anything worse than the last meal you cooked.”
With a chuckled growl, Lachlan hooked his fingers under the waistline of his polo shirt and, in one single move, yanked it up over his head. The cool air flowed over his bare chest, pinching his nipples into hard points. He heard a few appreciative oohs, a wolf whistle and then Mac snatched the shirt from his hands before Lachlan could finish withdrawing his arms from the sleeves.
His best friend laughed. “That’s my ruthless Media Mogul Balloon Boy.”
The gathering horde let out another cheer, louder this time.
The Twister referee cleared his throat again and turned back to the masses. “So, who’s game to take on the Lachlan McDermott in a game of Twister. One piece of clothing is all it—”
The throaty call came from behind Lachlan a second before a long, slender arm extended over his shoulder, equally long, slender fingers loosely holding something black and skimpy and bra-like. Except no bra Lachlan had ever seen was made with so little fabric. Or made his balls rise so quickly and his dick harden so painfully.
Kole stepped out from behind him. Her body heat caressed his bare chest as she slid past him, her unhindered breasts brushed his arm. Her stare held his for a fraction of a second before, with a curl of her lips, she crossed to Lachlan’s award-winning weatherman and handed over her bra. “I’ve paid,” she said with a seductive smile, and he couldn’t help but notice her nipples pressed against the flimsy silver strip of fabric she wore as a shirt. Her light blue eyes met his across the Twister mat as she slipped first one stiletto-heeled sandal and then the other from her feet. “Now, Mr. McDermott, let’s play, shall we?”
Series: Party Games
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Length: 288 pages
Published: May 5, 2015
Artist: Kendra Egert
To the victor go the spoils…
Spin the Bottle—Rhian Cahill
Lillian McDermott has money, looks, and a career most women would envy. But the one thing she really wants doesn’t even know she exists. Mackenzie Harris, her brother’s best friend.
Mackenzie isn’t blind to Lil, but no best mate screws with a little sister. No matter how hot she makes him. No matter how much he wants to be the man on her arm. But one spin of the bottle could change everything these two friends ever thought they knew about the other.
Lachlan McDermott is used to people bowing down to his every command. After all, he is the country’s most influential media mogul.
Ex-supermodel and illusive photographer Cameron Winters doesn’t bow down to anyone, thank you very much. Especially not some arrogant SOB who thinks he controls the world.
Bowing however, isn’t part of the deal when these two are paired up on the Strip Twister mat. And getting wrapped up in each other is only the beginning.
Product Warnings: The games at this party definitely aren’t PG rated. But then, love and lust aren’t child’s play.