Make Me Sweat (Bringing the Heat BK #1)

Bringing the Heat: Book 2

Make Me SweatCharged with planting a listening device in the office of a dangerous nightclub owner, Ever Marcille accepts an invite from her target to indulge in some naughty play. She didn’t count on their mutual, insatiable need, or the many ways his closely guarded secrets are intertwined with hers.

Undercover federal agent Simon Dakin has one thing on his mind, catching the arms dealer known as Ghost. That’s until he spies the mysterious woman at his bar. Time after time she comes in, teasing his senses. Starring in his fantasies. He promises himself one night with her in his arms, but a single taste isn’t possible. He’s hooked.

Even as their secrets intrude, Dak and Ever succumb to their desires. But time is running out. Secrets past and present must be revealed. Can their new-found feelings survive the many blows, or is this over before it even begins?

Caution: Contains ‘Some pretty graphic sex that is usually reserved for dirty movies…’-Chris from Night Owl Reviews

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Strobe lights glinted off the slender arch of her bare back. A tiny black dress barely covered her taut ass. He couldn’t decide which to stare at first. Or longest. The ass begging to be squeezed, bit, or the blue-green stars floating from her right shoulder to the curve of her left hip.

Dak palmed his cock and stared at the surveillance cameras. The mysterious woman was back. Two nights a week, for the last three weeks, she’d come in to his club, Dakota House. Always by herself. Other, more beautiful women lingered at the bar, but Dak paid them no attention. She took it all.

His fantasy lady strolled over to the bar, her sure steps and swaying hips screaming, “fuck me”. Taking a seat on a high stool, she crossed her long, caramel-colored legs. The obscenely high heels on her feet gave them the illusion of never-ending. His balls tightened, cock swelling harder. This morning he’d jacked off to her face in his head. As he watched his cum mix with the water, he promised he’d make a move the next time she came in.

Here she was, putting him to the test. As if she felt his perusal, she lifted her face slightly, gaze searching and finding the camera directly above the bar. Dak pressed some buttons and zoomed in. She lifted her chin as her wide eyes mocked him, lips curved into a smirk. A bad girl. He knew it from the way she walked, the way she sat expectantly. Waiting.

His move.

Dak snatched up the phone on his desk with unsteady hands and punched the number to his head of security who patrolling the floor. Jayce answered immediately.


“Bring her to me,” Dak spoke into Jayce’s earpiece.

“About time.” Loud hip-hop drowned out Jayce’s laugh.

“Just do it.” Dak hung up and took a breath. He moved to stand then thought better of it when Jayce approached the woman. His friend bent and whispered in her ear. Dak growled, the sound surprising him. He didn’t like Jayce being that close to her.

Jayce straightened, but the woman didn’t move. In fact she picked up the glass of clear pink liquid in front of her and drank slowly. Jayce crossed his arms, frowning at her. His friend wasn’t used to waiting on anyone. Dak wasn’t either.

She licked her lips and Dak could almost taste the salt from the rim of her glass. His mystery woman traced the circular rim with a gloved finger, then brought it to her mouth where she wiped it clean with a dart of her tongue.


Dak grabbed the phone and spoke into Jayce’s earpiece. “If she’d not up here in five minutes, you’re so fucking fired.”

On the screen, Jayce grinned. Dak grunted. Maybe it was time to start looking for a new best friend.

She stood smoothly, following Jayce as he led her to Dak’s private elevator.

Dak checked his appearance in the mirror in his bathroom, then stood at his window looking down at the line of people waiting to get into his club. He smiled, anticipation a tight coil in his gut. He’d never looked forward to anything more than he did to meeting his mystery woman face to face. He’d fucked his share of beautiful women, but this one, something had grabbed him and held on the instant he saw her.

She occupied his dreams, and it was nothing a good session of raunchy sex couldn’t cure.

A muted knock sounded on his office door. He cleared his throat before bidding, “Come in.”

The door opened, and he turned as she stepped over the threshold. Their eyes met, held, and his heart pounded in his chest.

“You called?” A thin, dark brow lifted as she closed the door quietly behind her.

Dak nodded. “I did. I want to know who you are, what name to call the woman whose face I’ve been seeing in my sleep.” He knew her name, her shoes size, her address, but she didn’t know that.

She approached him slowly, heels making no sound on the Berber carpet. “You dream about me?”

“You sound surprised.” Dak walked to his private bar and poured a shot of whiskey. A chuckle reached his ear and he turned to face her. She sat behind his desk, staring at the security monitors.

“You’ve been a bad boy, I see.” She looked at him. “Watching me this whole time.”

Dak shrugged. “You captured my interest, I had to watch you.” He held out a glass of whiskey to her and she shook her head. He placed it back on the bar and took a gulp of his.

“What do you want from me, Mr. Dakota?”

“You know who I am?” Dak removed his jacket and flung it on to the couch at the far side of the room.

Her eyes followed the movement. “Everyone knows who Ian Dakota is, but you haven’t answered my question.” She tilted her head, staring at him with green eyes. “What do you want?”


She laughed. The low, husky sound hardened his cock and moistened the tip. Dak bit back a groan. Shit.

“Do you think I’m for sale, Mr. Dakota?” She asked the question like one would ask the time of day.

“Not at all,” he rushed to assure her. “I just think you want me as much as I want you.”

She blinked, a low sweep of long lashes, and got to her feet. “You think so, huh?” At the window, she stared down at the street. Dak caressed her smooth back with his gaze. He salivated for a taste of her creamy skin and those gorgeous tattoos.

Eyes glued to the activity on the street below, she asked, “If I told you to make me come right now using only your fingers, what would you say?”

His cock jerked. “Take off your dress.”

The black, backless number pooled at her ankles, circling the gold heels. Dak watched, mouth dry, cock aching, as she pushed her front onto the window. Palms flat against the glass, she widened her stance.

A step forward brought him to her, his front inches from her back. He smoothed a trembling hand from the nape of her neck to the twin dimples above her ass, then traced the flight of the stars etched there.

She sighed and leaned into his touch. Dak wanted to kiss her skin, lick those stars with his tongue, he wanted to taste her. Hell he wanted. Period. Instead, he forced his galloping pulse to calm, forced his breath to steady. Forced his need to wait.

Something he’d never done.

He circled the curve of her ass with one hand, the other he brought around to cup a heavy breast, thumbing the nipple. A moan rose from her. She bowed her head.

“Tell me your name.” He pulled a nipple and slid a finger down the crack of her ass. She panted. “Tell me.”

“Ever. My name’s Ever.”

Ever Marcille, to be precise. He put his lips to her ear and trailed his hand from her breast to her flat stomach. “Ever, I want to hear you scream.”

“Yeah?” Her body trembled. “You and me both.”

Dak grinned and dipped a finger between her legs. Moisture coated it. “Hmm. So wet, Ever. So slick. Pity I can’t sample a taste, but you did say fingers only.” He brushed a knuckle over her clit then pressed a digit inside the creamy entrance.

She bucked. “Fucker.”

“Who me?” He pushed two fingers all the way into her cunt then stopped. Her walls fluttered around him, every pull going straight to his cock. Damn. Pre-cum leaked from him, but Dak ignored it. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out of her then plunged back in.

“Ah, God.” Her head fell back onto his shoulder, limbs quivering as her fingers curled on the smooth glass window. “Again.”

He did it again, ramming three then four fingers into her pussy. She stood on tiptoe, legs apart, cream sliding down her thighs and coating his fingers, and rode his hand. Dak ground his cock into her ass, cursing the clothes separating them.

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to stave off his hunger, his need to come deep inside her cunt. Ever reached behind him, cupped his cock, and he almost shot off right then.

“Fuck.” He pressed his thumb to her erect clit and hooked the fingers inside. She cried out.

“Yes, like that.”

Dak rubbed back and forth, finding that bump full of nerve endings, and massaged. A wail left Ever’s throat, her body shook violently and fresh moisture poured. Her vaginal walls clamped down and around his fingers, holding him hostage in a painful grip as she came. He didn’t stop rubbing her clit, didn’t stop massaging her G-spot, until her body went limp.

Wrapping his arms around her midsection, Dak lifted her in his arms and took two strides before placing her on his desk. Ever’s head lolled back and her eyes drooped. Dak brushed a lock of hair away from her cheek. She spread her legs wider in response. He swept his gaze down her lithe body splayed out for him. Sweat shone on her smooth skin while slick moisture glistened on her smooth pussy and the inside of her thighs.

Dak dropped to his knees, mouth watering, cock dripping. Blood pounded in his head, echoing the same in his groin. Leaning forward, he swiped his tongue on first one then the other of her pussy lips. Ever arched. Salt and sweet exploded on his taste buds. This was why he turned down everyone else in his bed, why he saw her face when he came. This, her taste. He knew she’d be this hot, this responsive. This addictive.

Harsh gasps escaped from Ever as she hooked her ankles around his neck and lifted her hips in an attempt to ride his face. Dak shook away from her trembling legs and flattened his palms on the insides of her thighs, spreading her open to his eyes. Ever’s pussy was all pale pink perfection. Her clit engorged and quivering, begging for his mouth. He used his fingers to pull apart those darker lips to reveal that tiny hole contracting, waiting for him to fill. Dragging a ragged breath into his lungs, Dak inhaled arousal riding on the verge of need. The fragrance fired his blood, tightened his skin, and snapped his control.

Stiffening his tongue, he plunged it into her.

Ever screamed. Her legs lifted and once again wrapped around his neck, squeezing him tight, holding him in place as Dak buried his face in her soft cunt. He grabbed hold of her ass, pressing his fingertips into her skin while his tongue flicked in and out her pussy. Her body heaved, hoarse expletives left her throat, and he didn’t stop eating her.

Sharp nails scraped his scalp as she tugged on his hair. “Dakota, please.” Her voice shook. “Fuck me, come inside me.”

Tongue buried deep inside her cunt, Dak groaned. He needed to fuck her, but he didn’t want to stop tasting and licking her either. Ever tugged on his hair again, and he pulled away after a final swipe of his tongue. Staggering to his feet, he fumbled with his belt buckle. His cock was painfully hard and his fingers refused to cooperate. Ever sat up and edged closer to the end of the desk, replacing his useless hands with hers.

“Condom, Dakota.” She glanced up at him with wide eyes. Dak could get drunk staring into them.

He cleared his throat and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. “Here.”

She smiled and licked her lips. With a tug, she released his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and tugged his pants off his hips. Dak kicked them and his shoes away then stifled a girlish scream when Ever circled his throbbing cock.

“Motherfuck. Ever…” His hips canted forward, thrusting him firmly into her hold.

Their eyes met and she offered him a shit-eating grin as she swiped a gloved thumb over his cock head. “You know, Dakota, I like the way you say my name.” Bringing the thumb to her mouth, she flicked her nimble tongue out and licked off his pre-cum. She hummed. “And I like the way you taste. Like salted honey.”

Dak swallowed, struggling to breath, to think. Her touch enflamed him. Her words disarmed him. And here he thought he was the one in charge. With a wink, Ever took the condom from his limp fingers and tore it open with her teeth. When she smoothed the rubber onto his cock, Dak fisted his hands, shut his eyes, and prayed for even an ounce of his legendary control.

Ever placed a feather light kiss on his neck then laid back on her elbows, long legs spread, it seemed, over continents. Her gloved fingers dipped between her legs and two disappeared inside her pussy.

Jeezus fuck. Dak fisted his cock and stroked as the slick sounds of Ever fucking herself filled the room. “Ever…”

Her back arched, fingers sped up as whimpers left her throat. “I need you here, Dakota. Filling me. Fucking me.”

“Yes.” Dak grabbed her legs, dragging her toward him. Automatically they wound around his waist, and he brushed her hands away from her core. “Ever, let me in.”

She removed her hands with a groan and he plunged inside her tight cunt. Ever yelped. Dak bit his cheek until blood flooded his mouth. His eyelids fluttered on a sigh. So good. So tight. So wet.

He moved. Slowly at first, then faster as she urged him on. Dak opened his eyes and almost came right then. The fingers Ever used to fuck herself were now in her mouth, and she sucked them, eyes closed. He growled. Her lashes flew open, revealing eyes dilated and darkened with arousal. She held his gaze as she sucked her fingers, saliva dripping down her chin. He imagined those lips wrapped around his cock and his hips sped up.

Dak gripped her hips and pistoned into her. He caught a dark nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Ever’s head twisted from side to side. Her cunt contracted around him as moisture flowed.

Dak ground his teeth at the overwhelming need to come. He didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to move away from the slick heat grabbing him so tightly. Stilling his movements, he cleared his lust-fogged throat. “Come here.” He opened his arms and after a moment’s hesitation, she sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck, he began moving again. She went with him, meeting his thrusts and riding him. Dak palmed her ass and lifted her off the desk, encouraging her to set her own pace.

She did. Tiny mewls left her throat as she buried her face in his shoulder and rocked her hips. Her hard nipples grazed his chest, sending pricks of fire shooting through his veins. He threw his head back and groaned. Their hips sped up as one. His legs threatened to give out. Ever’s cunt tightened painfully.


“Dakota.” His name left her mouth on a breathy sigh. Her nails burned into his shoulder as she lifted herself off him and slammed down. Stars burst out behind Dak’s eyelids even though his eyes were open. Ever screamed and clutched at him, her orgasm setting off his own. Dak held her ass cheeks tightly, spreading them wide as he tried to still Ever’s frantic hips. She kept riding him, and he kept thrusting until he emptied all he had into the rubber.

For one split second, he wished they had no barrier between them. He wished he could flood her pussy with his cum, watch her take it all.

His knees buckled. Dak turned them until he sat on the edge of the desk and she sat in his lap, still joined. Ever lifted her head off his chest and flashed him an unsteady smile. “Not bad, Dakota.”

Dak grinned, his cock twitching inside her. He liked his mystery woman. Teeth marks marred her bottom lip, and he ran a thumb across it. Her tongue snaked out, licking the pad of his finger and arousing him in an instant.

His breath hitched. Her eyes flew to his, need and fear burning bright in their green depths. Dak didn’t know what she was afraid of, but he knew the source of the trepidation crawling down his spine. He didn’t want this to be a one-night, one time thing. Ironic really, when he couldn’t remember the last time he slept with the same woman twice.

Cupping her cheek, he brushed his lips over hers. Ever inhaled sharply. Her body froze, but she didn’t pull away. Dak traced the outline of her full lips with his tongue. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulled. Her lips parted in silent invitation, and he slid his tongue inside.

She sighed into his mouth. Dak flicked his tongue across the roof of her mouth, until finally tangling with hers. The kiss took on a life of its own then. Ever pressed closer to him, pussy fluttering. Fresh moisture soaked his cock and eased on to his thighs. Her hold on his hair turned painful. Dak squeezed her ass, rocking her onto him as their tongues wrestled.

Something swelled in his chest, clogged his throat. Regret that he couldn’t be someone who did relationships. Sorrow that this woman would be the only one, among dozens, who he’d contemplate leaving it behind for.

He broke the kiss and nibbled the corner of her mouth. “Spend the night with me.”

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