Love is a valuable weapon…
Resort and casino co-founder David Carrone has worked hard for what he has. As the illegitimate son to a notorious crime boss, he makes it a point to distance himself from that corrupt life. But when his past comes back in the form of smooth curves and raw passion, David is immediately brought low, putting all he’s worked hard for at risk.
Athena Lewis is a mistress at deception. She’s savvy with a computer, has a sharp mind, and even sharper attitude. Except when it comes to “Davie,” the only man who’s ever made her feel safe. But to protect the only family she has, Athena must take on a job that goes against everything she believes in—even if that includes using the last trick she has left. Her body.
With David’s trust betrayed and Athena’s “mission” exposed, they both set out to right some wrongs while playing a game that will only end with them losing their hearts.
“It’s not that I mind finding a beautiful woman in my bed,” he began, casually. “I’m flattered actually. But who are you, and how the hell did you get in here?”
Athena gathered her courage and rose to her knees on the soft mattress. She avoided his latter question and offered him what she hoped was a seductive smile. “I-I’m your…treat.”
“Oh, yeah?” His eyes travelled down the length of her. “A second ago, you didn’t want me looking at you.”
He was right about that, but she couldn’t help it. The way he was watching her was unnerving. His murky, gray eyes were too intense. It was as if he was trying to see right through her flimsy bra and panties.
Athena looked down at his hard chest and surprised herself by being honest with him. “I get shy sometimes.”
He frowned slightly. “With a body like yours?” he asked, incredulous. “Why?”
Athena shrugged, touched by his emphatic remark. Her body certainly wasn’t model material—she had too much breast, hips, and ass for that—but he didn’t seem to mind.
He continued to assess her in that way of his that made her feel completely naked. She struggled with the impulsive urge to shield herself, especially her breasts, which were fighting to be freed from their tight restraints.
But the bulge in his pants gave her a spark of courage. He obviously liked what he saw. She needed to capitalize on that and salvage what she could from her botched plan of seduction.
She offered him her sexiest smile. “You can continue staring at me,” she said with a small shrug, then glanced down at his hand. “Or you can come here—with or without the gun—but I think we can have more fun with just your gun barrel.”
Jeez! Where did that come from?
But Athena held on to her seductive smile, gliding her fingers slowly down her hips to her thighs to give her tense body something to do.
His eyes followed her fingers. “I’m good right here. I can enjoy the view and still hold onto my gun.” He smirked. “Both of them.”
What now? She needed him to come to her…
With another small shrug, she murmured, “You can do both. I’m in no rush. Whenever you stop feeling scared, you can come here and let me have a turn.” Her heart was still racing, but there was a new kind of interest in his eyes. A blend of curious amusement and primal competitiveness.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you can handle what I’m packing.”
“Wanna try me?” she whispered, staring down at his chest, glad for her long bangs, which now partially shielded her gaze. “I promise not to squeeze or jerk the trigger.” She brushed a finger across her bangs. “Not, of course, unless you want me to.”