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Sylvia Day

  • Marian Alexiahas quotedlast year
    It was impossible. He was just so there. Right there. All perfect and gorgeous and smelling divine
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    I’d just squatted to reach a nickel lying near the entrance when I ran into a pair of luxurious black oxfords draped in tailored black slacks. I waited a beat for the man to move out of my way and when he didn’t, I arched my neck back to allow my line of sight to rise. The custom three-piece suit hit more than a few of my hot buttons, but it was the tall, powerfully lean body inside it that made it sensational. Still, as hot as all that magnificent maleness was, it wasn’t until I reached the man’s face that I went down for the count.

    Wow. Just…wow.

    He sank into an elegant crouch directly in front of me. Hit with all that exquisite masculinity at eye-level, I could only stare. Stunned.

    Then something shifted in the air between us.

    As he stared back, he altered…as if a shield slid away from his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.

    Reacting purely on instinct, I shifted backward. And sprawled flat on my ass.

    My elbows throbbed from the violent contact with the marble floor, but I scarcely registered the pain. I was too preoccupied with staring, riveted by the man in front of me. Inky black hair framed a breathtaking face. His bone structure would make a sculptor weep with joy, while a firmly etched mouth, a blade of a nose, and intensely blue eyes made him savagely gorgeous. Those eyes narrowed slightly, his features otherwise schooled into impassivity.

    His dress shirt and suit were both black, but his tie perfectly matched those brilliant irises. His eyes were shrewd and assessing, and they bored into me. My heartbeat quickened; my lips parted to accommodate faster breaths. He smelled sinfully good. Not cologne. Body wash, maybe. Or shampoo. Whatever it was, it was mouthwatering, as was he.

    He held out a hand to me, exposing onyx cuff links and a very expensive-looking watch.

    With a shaky inhalation, I placed my hand in his. My pulse leaped when his grip tightened. His touch was electric, sending a shock up my arm that raised the hairs on my nape. He didn’t move for a moment, a frown line marring the space between arrogantly slashed brows.

    “Are you all right?”

    His voice was cultured and smooth, with a rasp that made my stomach flutter. It brought sex to mind. Extraordinary sex. I thought for a moment that he might be able to make me orgasm just by talking long enough.

    My lips were dry, so I licked them before answering. “I’m fine.”

    He stood with economical grace, pulling me up with him. We maintained eye contact because I was unable to look away. He was younger than I’d assumed at first.
  • Marian Alexiahas quotedlast year
    The door opened and I was gestured in first. I made sure to smile brightly as I stepped inside…a smile that froze on my face at the sight of the man rising to his feet at my entrance.

    My abrupt stop bottlenecked the threshold and Mark ran into my back, sending me stumbling forward. Dark and Dangerous caught me by the waist, hauling me off my feet and directly into his chest. The air left my lungs in a rush, followed immediately by every bit of common sense I possessed. Even through the layers of clothing between us, his biceps were like stone beneath my palms, his stomach a hard slab of muscle against my own. When he sucked in a sharp breath, my nipples tightened, stimulated by the expansion of his chest.

    Oh no. I was cursed. A rapid-fire series of images flashed through my mind, showcasing a thousand ways I could stumble, fall, trip, skid, or crash in front of the sex god over the days, weeks, and months ahead.

    “Hello again,” he murmured, the vibration of his voice making me ache all over. “Always a pleasure running into you, Eva.”

    I flushed with embarrassment and desire, unable to find the will to push away despite the two other people in the room with him. It didn’t help that his attention was solely on me, his hard body radiating that arresting impression of powerful demand.

    “Mr. Cross,” Mark said behind me. “Sorry about the entrance.”

    “Don’t be. It was a memorable one.”

    I wobbled on my stilettos when Cross set me down, my knees weakened from the full body contact. He was dressed in black again, with both his shirt and tie in a soft gray. As always, he looked too good.

    What would it be like to be that amazing looking? There was no way he could go anywhere without causing a disturbance.

    Reaching out, Mark steadied me and eased me back gently.

    Cross’s gaze stayed focused on Mark’s hand at my elbow until I was released.

    “Right. Okay then.” Mark pulled himself together. “This is my assistant, Eva Tramell.”

    “We’ve met.” Cross pulled out the chair next to his. “Eva.”

    I looked to Mark for guidance, still recovering from the moments I’d spent plastered against the sexual superconductor in Fioravante.

    Cross leaned closer and ordered quietly, “Sit, Eva.”

    Mark gave a brief nod, but I was already lowering into the chair at Cross’s command, my body obeying instinctively before my mind caught up and objected.
  • Marian Alexiahas quotedlast year
    What would entice you to try Kingsman, Eva?”

    Startled, I blinked. “Excuse me?”
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    The intensity of his gaze was searing. It felt as if his entire focus was on me,
  • Marian Alexiahas quotedlast year
    his long elegant fingers stroking rhythmically along the top. I caught a glimpse of his wrist at the end of his cuff and for some crazy reason the sight of that small expanse of golden skin with its light dusting of dark hair made my clit throb for attention. He was just so…male
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    Rising to my feet, I led the way to the door. I was hyperaware of Cross walking beside me. The way he moved, with animal grace and arrogant economy, was a major turn-on. I couldn’t imagine him not fucking well and being aggressive about it, taking what he wanted in a way that made a woman wild to give it to him.

    Cross stayed with me all the way to the bank of elevators.
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    “A moment, Eva,” Cross said smoothly, holding me back with a hand at my elbow. “She’ll be right down,” he told Mark,
  • Marian Alexiahas quotedlast year
    Are you sleeping with anyone?
  • Marian Alexiahas quotedlast year
    I inhaled sharply. “Why is that any business of yours?”
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