Big girls don’t cry - they stand their ground, even when it’s on unfamiliar territory. Beth Ann Sorenson is a trained paralegal - not a lowly gofer. Being sent to find a file in the office storage annex wasn’t in her job description. When her sexy boss shows up unexpectedly, she gives him a piece of her mind. But when he backs her up against the filing cabinet, that’s not at all she wants to give him. High-powered attorney, Mike Delacorte was juggling his day job while working undercover for the FBI. He’d agreed to infiltrate a gang of bank robbers and help take them down. He hadn’t counted on his sassy, sexy, and oh-so-curvy paralegal getting caught in the crossfire. Now he had to claim her to keep her safe. What was a good guy to do when he had his every dream tied to a bed and at his mercy? Anything he wants. WARNING: This title is intended or mature audiences only. This is a short novella of approximately 12,000 words It includes sexual submission, light dominance, a curvy sassy heroine, and a red hot hero. EXCERPT As he let go, he bit her, making the skin sting, marking her. He took her mouth before she could protest. His tongue scrapped against her teeth. “Wider. Open your mouth wider.” He thrust inside again. “Open your goddamn mouth wider so I can taste you.” “Don’t -” He did. Kiss her that is. Taking advantage of the moment, he thrust all the way, feeling like he was touching the back of her throat. Time for that later. He gripped her head, holding her still as he ravaged her mouth. Grinding his pelvis into hers, he humped. He pulled her away from the cabinet and crushed her in his arms. One hand held her head against his shoulder as he continued to torture her ear, the other gathered the skirt of her dress, bunching it, searching for her panties so he could pull them down her legs. Her butt cheek was bare and he growled. Holy, shit. His fantasy come true. Just as his fingers touched the lace of her thong, a buzz from the outer office sounded, altering
