Tori Carrington - Reckless Pleasures

Megan nodded, trying like hell to grasp the situation. What was she thinking? She loved Dari. Missed him. Lived for his texts and phone calls. So what, then, was she doing practically devouring Jason? It didn’t make any sense. And yet it made perfect sense.

“Look, what just happened doesn’t have anything to do with us. It’s about physical need.”

She bit her bottom lip, trying but failing to quiet the pool of desire in her lower stomach. “But the kiss…”

“The kiss was too intimate,” he said.

She released a breath. “Oh, boy, you’re not lying there.”

The side of his mouth inched up in a smile. “So let’s not kiss.”

“Good idea…” She relaxed and started to walk away.

Jason caught her arm, his grip soft but insistent.

“Let’s just sleep together…”

Dear Reader,

Sexual need is a purely physical condition easily remedied without emotional attachment…right? Going without can lead to heightened stress levels and impact job performance. So what’s a simple sack session between friends? Not just friends, but fellow ex-marines involved in an important case on which the success of their newly formed company, Lazarus Security, rides?

In Reckless Pleasures, we put this theory to the test. Of course, a Tori Carrington book wouldn’t be complete unless we further complicated the issue: What if Megan McGowan was already involved with a third marine, Darius Folsom, currently posted overseas? And if the other participant, Jeremy Savage, was Darius’s best friend? And what if it just so happens Darius returns unexpectedly right after the dirty deed is done?

We hope Darius and Megan and Jason’s sizzling story keeps you riveted long after you’ve reached the end…and moved onto books two and three— Wicked Pleasures and Undeniable Pleasures—in our Pleasure Seekers miniseries out in July and August.

We’d love to hear what you think. Contact us at P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, OH 43612, or visit us on the web at www.toricarrington.net, or www.facebook.com/ toricarrington where there’s fun to be had every day.

Here’s wishing you love, romance and hot reading.

Lori & Tony Karayianni

aka Tori Carrington

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Multi-award-winning, bestselling authors Lori Schlachter Karayianni and Tony Karayianni are the power behind the pen name Tori Carrington. Their more than forty-five titles include numerous Harlequin Blaze miniseries, as well as the ongoing Sofie Metropolis comedic mystery series with another publisher. Visit www.toricarrington.net and www.sofiemetro.com for more information on the duo and their titles.

We dedicate this book to readers like us who enjoy

a healthy dash of the forbidden with their sex.

And, as always, to editor extraordinaire Brenda

Chin, who merely smiles when we come up with

our outlandish ideas, her red pencil at the ready…

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Epilogue

Eighteen months…

MEGAN MCGOWAN LAZILY rubbed her calf against Darius’s leg and curved her body close against his, finding it impossible to swallow the amount of time he’d be away.

A year and a half…

Seventy-five weeks…

Five hundred and sixty-three days…

A long, long time until she’d be able to feel his skin against hers again… His breath teasing her ear… His thick, hard length stroking her wet softness… Filling her… Making her whole…

“It’s not like we haven’t had time to prepare,” Dari whispered and then kissed her hair. “The order came down months ago.” He kissed her mouth, igniting in her a desire to feel his skillful attentions directed toward other more strategic areas of her anatomy. “And we’ve both been here before.”

She hummed, pressing her nose against his neck. “I know. But back then we were both shipping out. Now…”

She caught herself up short. Now she was like the spouse being left behind.

Only she wasn’t a spouse. Not yet. Dari kept threatening to propose, and while they both joked about marriage, they were still very single. They even maintained separate apartments, although they mostly spent their time together at her place. Dari said it was because she was more likely to have something in the refrigerator; she knew it was because his place was more like a true bachelor pad, where he left his military neatness at the door.

They were both Marines. But where she had completed her tour of duty and accepted honorary discharge, Dari remained a reservist and thus could be called back at any time. And he had been.

“Would you feel better if you were being sent back out with me?”

She realized she would. “Yes.”

And that knowledge helped her relax.

“You’re good at that, you know,” she said, kissing his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat there from their hours-long sack session.

“I’m good at everything.”

She laughed. “I mean, you’re good at telling me exactly what I need to hear, exactly when I need it.”

She pulled back to look into his handsome face draped in shadows. It would be dawn soon…and shortly after that she would drive him to Petersen Air Base where he would catch a ride on the first transport out.

“I try,” he joked.

She smiled.

He kissed her leisurely. “I’m sure Lazarus will take a lot of your energy.”

Lazarus Security.

In her vulnerable state, the name stirred emotions both of sadness and hope…and served to distract her, however briefly, from the other more pressing issues at hand.

Was it really over a year ago that their friend Barry Lazaro had surrendered to the ultimate enemy?

Still, it seemed impossible. He had survived so much while they were on the front lines overseas. He’d been the most capable of them, the go-to guy, the one to lead the charge… Ironic that returning to civilian life had proven the one battle he’d ended up losing. Lazaro had been home only a couple of months when he’d been found hanging from his own shower-curtain rod, dead.

Megan went still, the memory almost too much for her to handle just then.

It was in Barry’s name the five surviving members of the elite team whose friendship was forever fused while fighting in Waziristan established Lazarus Security: her, Darius, Jason Savage, Lincoln Williams and Eli Stark.