A moment later his muscles tensed and his voice came out like rusty nails when he said, “So help me, God, you are so going to pay for this, Madison!”
She lifted her eyes to see him, and when their glances met, and she saw warmth and tenderness mingling with lust, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that in his eyes she was beautiful and desirable and they really were playing for keeps.
Her heart swelled with the love she felt for him. “That’s what I’m counting on, Sean. That’s exactly what I’m counting on.”
Afterword
Thank you so much for reading, IGNITING THE BAD BOY in my Boys of Beachville series. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I loved writing it. Be sure to check out books 1 & 3, GOOD AT BEING BAD, and BAD GIRL THERAPY. Read on for an excerpt of BAD GIRL THERAPY.
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Cathryn
Bad Girl Therapy
She was touching his leg.
She was touching his goddamn leg, and if she didn’t stop soon his cock was going to burst through the velour shorts she’d put him in and let everyone in the room know he was hot for his therapist.
Why the hell hadn’t he remembered to bring his own shorts anyway? Probably because when she’d called to remind him of his early morning appointment he’d been too busy conjuring up erotic images of the two of them coming together instead of concentrating on her very specific instructions, ones that involved bringing a change of clothes for his physiotherapy session.
Fuck.
Now here he was, sprawled out on her examination table in a pair of unflattering grandma shorts while Haley Jones—the good girl from the right side of the tracks, the same girl who’d given him a three-year boner in high school—ran those soft, sensuous fingers of hers over his leg. Of course, he had to expect that she was going to touch him. After all, he was at the clinic for physical rehabilitation in an effort to strengthen his injured leg before soccer training began back up in the fall.
Haley spoke quietly to her assistants before they left the room. Once they were gone, leaving him alone with his hot health-care specialist, Haley focused solely on his damaged leg. As she gave him her full, undivided attention, his glance raced over her and he found himself fighting the incredible urge to brush his mouths over hers, to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
Her eyes narrowed in concentration. “Okay, now I want you tell me when it hurts.”
Oh man, it already hurts.
“What?” Cole asked as he worked to clear his lust-addled brain.
White teeth flashed in a smile, and when she shot him a sexy glance, one that could undoubtedly turn a sane man crazy, Cole got the distinct impression she was flirting with him. But good girls like Haley Jones didn’t flirt with bad boys like him, who came from the wrong side of the tracks.
Her painted lips puckered seductively, and as her fingers probed his injury, he tried not to think about how that luscious mouth would feel on his flesh, around his cock.
Damn.
She furrowed her brow and questioned, “Cole, are you paying attention?”
“Yeah.” He raked a damp hand through his hair and glanced around the sterile examination room, trying to think about something other than the beautiful woman at the foot of the table and the way that curvaceous body of hers turned an uncomplimentary pair of scrubs into a sexy, Victoria’s Secret spread. “I…uh…I was just thinking about where it hurt.”
Okay, so it wasn’t exactly a lie.
She leaned closer, until her long, blonde ponytail fell over one shoulder and sensuously brushed along his leg, taunting his erection to the point of pain. When he got a whiff of her citrus perfume, all sweet and seductive like her, his cock jumped, and he was pretty fucking certain if he didn’t soon relieve the pressure building in his groin, he was going to do some serious damage.
He shifted uncomfortably, hoping her bedroom blues didn’t stray to the bulge tenting his shorts. Christ knew girls like Haley Jones weren’t into guys like him, so the last thing he wanted was for her to see how much she aroused him.
“Okay, let’s try this again.” She pressed two fingers against his calf. “I’m going to run my fingers along the nerve, and I want you tell me when the pain intensifies.”
Concentration moved over her face as she worked her fingers down his leg to gauge the severity of his injury. Desperately needing a distraction from her touch, he took that moment to think more about the untouchable good girl who’d been gifted with every privilege life had to offer. Smart, sexy, dedicated and cultured, Haley hadn’t changed much since their teen years.
Then again, neither had his feelings for her.
There was just something about Haley that drew his attention and filled him with raw, sexual need. Despite her privileged life, she had genuine empathy for others, and had always been professionally driven, even back in high school. And while she’d never shown any sort of interest in him, sexually or otherwise, it still didn’t stop him from thinking about her, or from wanting her in his bed.
“Right there,” he said, stopping her when the pain shot up his leg.
With that she stepped away and rolled a machine to the table. Cole propped himself up on his elbows to watch her stick tape and wires to his calf. She flicked on the machine, and then adjusted the dials until he could feel a strong pulse.
“I’m going to stimulate the muscle,” she explained before gesturing with a nod to the exercise charts on the wall. “Then we’re going to talk about your therapy.”
Once she had the dials turned to high,
