Dare to Love: Dare to Love, #1

By Yuwanda Black

PREVIEW

One man had the power to destroy Casey McMahon, personally and professionally: Jean Luc LeGrande, head of the century-old French cosmetics empire, LeGrande Cosmetique. One night of passion had put her in this position, and she had only herself to blame.
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“I know you’re in there. I saw you peering through the door. I’m not leaving, so you might as well let me in Casey.”

“Why? What do you want?” she asked.

“Do you want me to spell it out for you here in the hallway for everyone to hear?”

Casey yanked the door open. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me,” Jean Luc said as he charged into her suite.

Casey could smell the alcohol on his breath. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough to forget this,” he said, grabbing her and pinning her against the door. His lips crushed hers as she pushed at his chest and tried to turn her head. “I want you Casey,” he demanded, one hand slipping inside her robe to massage a rosy peak.

Casey’s breath caught in her throat at the instant sensation of pleasure.

This was wrong. So wrong.

But it felt so right. Why did it feel so right.

Jean Luc’s hands moved like liquid fire, lighting a trail of heat in her.

His other hand slid underneath her robe, slipping into her so quickly, Casey could only lean into him in response.

His lips assaulted her neck, biting, nipping, slipping across the smooth plane until they landed on hers, his tongue hungrily demanding hers as his finger worked inside her.

Casey’s head rolled to one side. “No,” she said, fighting the fog of desire that engulfed her.

“You’re right. Not here,” he said, and picked her up to carry her to the bed.

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“Au contraire, mon coeur. You will come to Paris, Casey,” Jean Luc demanded, his harsh intake of breath fanning over her flushed face. “It was your vision that convinced my CEO to give your firm the contract. I bought into that vision, and I will entrust it to no one but you. Do we understand each other?” he said defiantly.

“Yes,” Casey whispered, his unspoken threat loud and clear.

If she didn’t go to Paris, she would lose everything. Her advertising agency would lose the multi-million dollar contract she’d worked so hard to secure, which meant she’d almost certainly lose her job – and the coveted president’s position she’d been gunning for for years. More than a decade of hopes, dreams and hard work flashed before her eyes.

Casey’s career was on the line … and so was her heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkwell Editorial Publishing
• Release date: May 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524285296

Book preview

PREVIEW

One man had the power to destroy Casey McMahon, personally and professionally: Jean Luc LeGrande, head of the century-old French cosmetics empire, LeGrande Cosmetique. One night of passion had put her in this position, and she had only herself to blame.

I know you’re in there. I saw you peering through the door. I’m not leaving, so you might as well let me in Casey.

Why? What do you want? she asked.

Do you want me to spell it out for you here in the hallway for everyone to hear?

Casey yanked the door open. You wouldn’t dare!

Try me, Jean Luc said as he charged into her suite.

Casey could smell the alcohol on his breath. How much have you had to drink?

Not enough to forget this, he said, grabbing her and pinning her against the door. His lips crushed hers as she pushed at his chest and tried to turn her head. I want you Casey, he demanded, one hand slipping inside her robe to massage a rosy peak.

Casey’s breath caught in her throat at the instant sensation of pleasure.

This was wrong. So wrong.

But it felt so right. Why did it feel so right.

Jean Luc’s hands moved like liquid fire, lighting a trail of heat in her.

His other hand slid underneath her robe, slipping into her so quickly, Casey could only lean into him in response.

His lips assaulted her neck, biting, nipping, slipping across the smooth plane until they landed on hers, his tongue hungrily demanding hers as his finger worked inside her.

Casey’s head rolled to one side. No, she said, fighting the fog of desire that engulfed her.

You’re right. Not here, he said, and picked her up to carry her to the bed.

"Au contraire, mon coeur. You will come to Paris, Casey, Jean Luc demanded, his harsh intake of breath fanning over her flushed face. It was your vision that convinced my CEO to give your firm the contract. I bought into that vision, and I will entrust it to no one but you. Do we understand each other?" he said defiantly.

Yes, Casey whispered, his unspoken threat loud and clear.

If she didn’t go to Paris, she would lose everything. Her advertising agency would lose the multi-million dollar contract she’d worked so hard to secure, which meant she’d almost certainly lose her job – and the coveted president’s position she’d been gunning for for years. More than a decade of hopes, dreams and hard work flashed before her eyes.

Casey’s career was on the line ... and so was her heart.

Chapter 1

Can we turn off the lights? Casey trembled as his hand slid slowly over the silky smoothness of her trembling thigh.

"And deny me looking at this? Not a chance ma belle," he crooned, his coal-black eyes trained like an eagle on her trembling breasts.

Relax, he said, his heated tongue circling her earlobe. "Relax mon ange. I got you," he commanded, easing her onto the softness of the white down comforter.

His middle finger found the pulsing bud at the crest of her womanhood. As he massaged the slickness of her volcanic-hot center, a moan bubbled from her constricted throat. Mmm.

Casey unwittingly spread her legs wider and lifted her buttocks, urging him to increase his slow strokes.

Those jet-black pupils smiled down at her as his mouth sought hers.

That's it, he breathed into her mouth, his tongue slipping in and out in tune with the magical stroking between her legs.

Ooohhhh, Casey murmured. Oh, now. Please now, she begged.

Please now, what? his baritone demanded.

I want you to ... she said, unable to put voice to her need.

His finger slid deeper into her. "Ah mon cherie. Tell me. I want to hear you say it," he directed, marveling at the sight of her lost in rapture.

Casey felt the hardness of the part of him she really wanted against her inner thigh, but she still couldn't bring herself to say what he so obviously wanted.

I ... she tried again, as his tongue snaked around one pulsating peak.

Oh God, she breathed raggedly as he suckled hard on the protruding swell of her breast.

"Tell me, cherie, he whispered, the coolness of the air inflating the fullness of her peak all over again as the warmth of his mouth left it. Tell me what you want."

I ... she stopped yet again.

His middle finger slid up and down the slit of her womanhood, gliding into the depths of her and out again as his lips devoured hers, only to leave again and demand that she tell him what she wanted from him.

The roughness of his chest hair sent chasms of ecstasy through her as it toyed with the sensitivity of her nipples.

He mounted her, his rock-hard shaft replacing the finger that had plowed a road of pleasure through her center. He slid the long thickness along her bubbling hot center, rubbing it against her pulsing clitoris.

Yes, oh yes, Casey gurgled, her buttocks tightening as she lifted her hips to receive the ultimate pleasure his body promised.

"Is this what you want, cherie?" he said, pressing the tip of his swollen shaft against her slippery center.

Yes. Yes please, Casey begged. Now. Now, oh God right now, she gushed, her nails digging into the protruding muscles of his upper arms as she tried to drag him down to her.

A throaty laugh escaped his beautifully formed mouth. A pulsing vein in the column of his perfectly formed neck was the only testament to how close he was to losing control.

In one swift stroke, he drove fully into her, a guttural sound escaping as he pulled out, fighting the all-too-natural impulse to slam into her over and over again.

Casey let out a pent-up cry of desire, her tightness closing around him, sending slices of pleasure throughout her body. She bucked against him, all to ready for the ride of pleasure that one swift stroke promised. What ... what are you doing ... why? she stumbled, her eyes popping open when the next stroke didn’t come.

His eagle-like gaze took in her perplexed state; suspended somewhere between desire and frustration.

His tongue slid over his lips, a lop-sided smile on his too-handsome face. Dear lord he’s gorgeous! Casey thought, her womanhood trembling with need of him.

"You haven’t yet told me what you want, ma mie," he said, one soot-black lock of hair falling over his damp forehead.

But you, you ... you know, Casey pinched out, her desire evident.

He lowered his head to mere centimeters from hers. His warm breath fanned over her face with every passion-filled word. His gaze held hers as he slowly entered her again.

Casey swooned, closing her eyes as he pulled out, then slid in again, so slowly that she could feel each ridged inch of him as he filled her warm cavern.

"I need to know that you desire me as much as I desire you ma belle," he said, twisting his hips as he continued his tortuously slow lovemaking.

There was almost a vulnerability in his voice that moved Casey. She forgot her shyness.

I want you Jean Luc. I want to feel you inside me, Casey implored said, holding his impossibly direct gaze. Please, now, right now, she added, her arms stealing around his neck to pull him closer.

"Ah mon ange," he groaned, his lips seeking hers as he rammed fully into her. All control was gone, her declaration the key that unlocked the full range of passion he’d held in check.

His hands dug deep into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he steadied her for the full power of his strokes. Again and again, he plunged into her, his manhood hardened like a steel rod by the tight sleekness of her walls.

Casey's hands worked their way through the raven wings of his hair, the column of her neck a natural refuge for the softness of his lips.

"Oh ma belle tendresse," he whispered against her ear as he rode her.

Her tongue came out, hot, pink and wet, working its way up and down the strong ridge of his neck. Her nails traced a valley down his corded back, as her hips danced, anticipating and meeting every powerful plunge.

Jean Luc shivered, an electric shiver of excitement rippling up and down his spine. A groan escaped the depths of him as he felt her cresting.

Her hips slammed into him, her head rolling back and forth with abandon as her body reveled in the release; drowning in endless waves of orgasmic pleasure. Casey’s rapidly pulsating walls sucked him into the deepest part of her.

His rock-hard buttocks tightened even more as he rejoiced in the satiny fell of her. Wet, sucking sounds filled the room as he took his pleasure, animal-like in his yearning to become one with her.

Jean Luc exploded in her, unable to control his climax any longer. His head rested against the headboard of the bed for a few seconds, the force of his release taking him by surprise.

Casey lay still underneath him, exploring the beauty of the man who'd claimed her so wholly.

Jean Luc looked down at her, catching her in the act of admiring him so freely.

Casey blushed, wishing with every fiber of her being that her naked desire for him wasn’t prevalent in her eyes.