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An Excerpt From: THE FIRM:TEMPTRES
Copyright © TUESDAY MORRIGAN, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Changeling Press, Inc.

He had her up against the wall, his hands around her waist, holding her to the hard planes of his chest, his mouth pressed against hers as he devoured the sound of her moans, thrusting his tongue deep into the inner recesses of her succulent mouth.

Brooklyn wasn’t quite sure how they had ended up there, how Khalid had gotten so hot, so ready within seconds of entering the room. They had looked at each other, breathed deeply, and then before she knew it his mouth was latched onto hers, consuming the very essence of her soul. Khalid kissed like a god, like a starved, lusty god. The soul-searing depth of is passionate kiss forced a shiver from Brooklyn. Khalid’s hot, wet tongue thrust deep into her mouth as his hands held her face immobile for the hard, urgent stroke of that velvet muscle moving inside of her. Every flick, every plunge, every sweet stroke into her mouth touched the lips south of her waistline. Her pussy clenched, fluttered and moistened
with every sweep of Khalid’s talented tongue.

Brooklyn was gasping for breath, groaning with the force of his kiss. Her nails dug into the hard curve of his biceps, as she held onto him for dear life. One hand slid down her torso, mapping the planes of her body with his touch, until it settled on her hip. He tentatively squeezed the resilient flesh. She groaned his name when his fingers worked the zipper and buttons on her trousers.

Brooklyn sighed with relief when Khalid’s hand snaked beneath her pants to touch the moist fabric covering her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat when his long, strong fingers moved her panties to the side to reveal her smoldering cunt. One finger traced her moist slit.

Heat streaked through every one of her limbs. Brooklyn felt hot and needy. And only Khalid could appease the ache that drove her. She sagged against the wall. Her body was quivering so much her legs wouldn’t hold her up. Belatedly, Brooklyn realized that if not for Khalid she would have fallen to the floor.

“Yes. Yes, Khalid,” she moaned against the corded flesh of his neck as his fingers danced upon her flesh.

His hand paused a fraction of an inch away from her pussy.

Brooklyn felt the tense movement deep in her sex. She lifted her hips, hungry for his touch. Khalid murmured her name in answer to her demanding actions before claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss that left them both breathless.

Khalid pressed his thumb against her clit at the same time that he pressed his tongue against the roof of her mouth. His tongue skimmed over her teeth as fingers skated over her clit, softly, barely a whisper of a touch. One finger flicked the swollen head of her clit. Lights danced before her eyes. Brooklyn’s head fell back when the painfully acute streak of pleasure shot through her cunt.

“Dear God.”

It was so much, but not nearly enough. Needing more than he was currently giving her, Brooklyn grabbed Khalid’s thick wrist and pressed his hand hard against her wet pussy. She broke off the kiss. “Don’t tease me. I need you,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

His gaze caught hers for a fleeting moment, but it was all that was required to sear her heart with the heat in his dark eyes.

“Oh god, yes,” he murmured before grabbing her hips and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Brooklyn had just managed to cradle his erection against her hips when the slow, soft creak of the door opening slipped past the haze of lust that swarmed around them.

She heard the sound deep in the recesses of her mind, but she was too consumed by the fire Khalid’s kiss had stirred, to notice it.

With a savage curse, Khalid pulled away, separating their mouths, pulling her away from the heat that she so desperately needed.

For a moment she stared at him in shock.

Shocked by the emotions she felt.

Shocked by the need, the desire, and the intensity of the heat that simmered underneath her skin.

She pressed a shaky hand to her swollen lips.

A loud cough broke through her thoughts and Brooklyn looked up to find Keegan Lionheart watching her with a smile in his emerald eyes. She zippered her pants, gave Keegan a brittle smile, and walked out the room with her head held high.

*

Khalid turned to his brother Keegan and cut him off before he could say a word. “Don’t. Ignore what you saw.”

Keegan stared at him silently for several moments. Khalid squirmed under the hard gaze.

“Damn it. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what? Like you were seconds away from fucking her in your office?”

Khalid choked on the words he had been about to say. “I was not about to… what the hell are you doing here?”

Keegan shrugged a shoulder. “Besides, trying not to get hard after all that soft core porn? I came to see if you wanted to go to lunch.”

“It was not soft core porn,” Khalid said, turning red. He had been acting outrageously. He was already dreading running into Brooklyn later in the day. He was going to have to do some heavy duty apologizing.

Keegan snorted. “You can’t lie to me. Remember, I can feel your emotions. And right now lust is riding you hard. Pun intended.”

Khalid ran his fingers through his hair and considered his luck. Of course, Keegan, an empath, had walked in on him.
Not that one needed to be an empath to know that he wanted Brooklyn. Keegan was right. He had been seconds from fucking her against the wall.

The look on Brooklyn’s face as she demanded that he fuck her sliced through his mind.

“I just don’t understand it.” Khalid scrubbed his hands over his face.

“I do. She’s sexy, just the kind of woman a man would love to… love. There’s something that draws her to you.”

Khalid’s gaze connected with his brother’s. “Stay away.”

Keegan’s smile widened to a grin and he lifted both palms. “Don’t worry, caveman. I won’t touch your woman.”

Khalid cursed. “I can’t help it. Ever since Brooklyn started working here, I can’t stop thinking about her. Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about…”

“Sex?”

“Yeah. I feel like I’m sixteen. I can barely focus enough to work on my cases. All fucking day long I’m thinking about sex.”

“Have the dreams gotten… better?”

Khalid lifted his head and regarded his brother. Keegan was the brother he felt closest to, now that Khalil had decided to go to another Lionheart firm. He was in a sense his best friend. It was the reason why he had confided in him and told him of his dreams.

He shook his head. “No, if anything, they are getting worse.”

“You need to tell him. He probably knows something to help.”

“I can’t tell Father. I’m not even sure what this is. Every Lionheart has one gift from the gods. One. I am a hunter. You are an empath. I can not have the gift of premonition and the gift of the hunt. It is unheard of.”

Keegan sighed. “All the more reason for you to tell him. Dad, will know what is going on.” After a pause Keegan continued. “What are they like? Can you still not remember her?”

“I still can’t remember her. I can’t remember her face, her name, nothing. But I do know that now I am dreaming of… being with her. They’re getting more erotic and more vivid every night.”

Keegan snorted. “No wonder you’re so horny.”

“To be honest, I’m not sure I can blame it entirely on the dreams. I’m starting to suspect Brooklyn has a lot to do with it.”

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