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by LB Gregg
Men of Smithfield: Book Three
Lax. That was the initial conclusion enigmatic security specialist Max Douglas had drawn of Michael "Finn" Finnegan—Dalton Prep's beloved English teacher. When Max arrives at Smithfield's exclusive boarding school to protect a high profile student against a mysterious stalker, he's hell bent on enforcing his style of leadership on students and teachers alike. Warring tempers turn to passionate lovemaking between the former marine and the easy going drama coach. But danger is closer than either man expects and all too quickly violence rocks the homey campus—putting both men at risk.
Other books in the Men of Smithfield series:
Book 1 - Gobsmacked
Book 2 - Happy Ending
Book 4 - In and Out
"You need to tell me if things escalate."
Max nodded tersely, "I will, but if you impede my ability to do my job, we have a problem."
"Why in hell would I do that? Jesus." I jumped up and strode toward the door. My goal was to throw his ass out of my place, but that fast bastard grabbed my arm as I passed, stopping me cold. I tried to jerk out of his clutches but he yanked and I tumbled into his chest. Fast, he gripped both my wrists in one large hand and my breath huffed out in shock. I struggled to free myself. Damn he was strong. And his touch was exhilarating. It should be revolting, but my skin tingled where his fingers met. "What the hell...let me go, Max."
"I don't think so." He was in my space, pinning me, and he stepped close. I drew back alarmed and bumped into the bookshelf as his chest brushed mine. Our eyes met and my heart froze.
No. No. No.
"What the fuck, Max, quit manhandling me. Let. Me. Go." I wriggled to free myself, keeping my tone firm, but I was breathless and he heard it. I watched his pupils dilate and his grip turned bruising.
"You are such a...distraction. Always so puffed up and bristling. You've been that way all day. I shouldn't like it. I should not be attracted to you, but for whatever reason, I can't help myself." His gaze slid hotly to my mouth. "And neither can you."
"In your dreams."
He moved closer, his mouth hovering near enough that his breath touched my lips.
"You...I...You're supposed to... ask for consent."
I reared away and his look turned confident. Apparently he was turned on by the chase. And I was turned on by being chased. An unexpected dimple creased his cheek and then, exactly like the first time, he touched the corner of my mouth with his tongue and quickly withdrew.
Something unfurled inside me. Some part of him...woke me. Muscle memory?
I tightened my lips, and then that son of a bitch pulled out the big guns and floored me with a boyish smile that was all charm and mischief. Oh shit, I was toast.
"Nothing, Michael." He released his grip on my wrists and cupped my jaw and I just couldn't help myself. Max was suddenly tender and affectionate and like a fool I caved completely, rubbing the evening stubble on my chin into the warm flesh of his palm with a satisfying skritch. He was strong and right and like a magnet, I was drawn to him.
Max hooked an arm around my back; I guess he was afraid that I'd bolt. He pressed my hips into the cradle of his muscular thighs, our zippers scraped in the quiet room. His thumb pulled my lip and I burrowed into his jacket, steadied by the heat coming from his body, ready to let him kiss me. Let him? I'd participate with enthusiasm. Lifting that tiny fraction I closed my eyes-
Bang bang bang on the door and I jettisoned Max away with a two handed hard shove to his pecs. He thumped back into the wall, surprised.
"Shit!" I touched the back of my hand to my mouth, then righted my cock. There was a swirl of the teaming dorm life on the other side of that door. How soon one forgets. "Yeah, hang on a sec!" I called back.
Max asked lazily, "So, we're all set here, right? I need to find the kid."
WHAT THEY'RE SAYING ABOUT COVER ME
Chocolate Minx from Literary Nymphs - Five Nymphs!: "Cover Me is... a well paced mystery romance with humorous characters and witty dialogue. The who-done-it element is exciting and realistic. The lovemaking is emotional. The secondary characters feature Tony Gervase from the first book Gobsmacked. Men of Smithfield is a fantastic series that I enjoy immensely and Cover Me is no exception."
Jenre at Well-Read: "Cover Me contains all the sparkling wit and humour I've come to expect from this author but there is also a depth of maturity in her writing which is more evident in this story. Overall, I'd recommend Cover Me, with a grade of 'Excellent', as a great, entertaining short read with interesting characters."
Mandi at Smexy Books: "Cover Me lived up to all of my expectations. What I love most about L.B. Gregg's style of writing is that she is an entertainer. L.B. Gregg writes a wonderfully smart and witty book, with engaging characters that also happens to have a very hot romance."
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