About CONQUERING
Chelsea Miller’s life was simple: work, take care of her family, and save for the future. Everything was about having a goal and a plan. However, when her sister ended up battered and bruised on a diner floor, everything she thought was in her past suddenly threatened her future. In a moment, she had a new goal, everything else be damned. She would protect her family … at all costs.
Stiff and Chelsea’s worlds collide in an explosion of determination, strength, and lust. Will they give in to temptation, or will conquering each other be too steep a price? Two people not afraid to put in the work will either overcome everything in their paths or finally crumble under life’s troubles they can’t escape, all in the name of family. **Due to content, mature audiences only.**
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“Got shit to do,” he said, moving toward the door. “That was hot, Chels. Don’t fuckin’ lose it. I’m comin’ back for ya.”
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His hot lips came to mine in a fierce kiss that sucked me under the instant our flesh touched. He consumed my mouth, his tongue taking ownership. I swore he touched every inch inside of it, demanding more from me, and I gave in willingly.
He snaked his hand up my back to my neck then threaded his fingers through my hair. He massaged as he went, his rough hand strong and determined.
One thing I’d always loved was my head rubbed. As a kid, I would bargain with Jenn for her to rub it. It’d been a long time since I’d had this. I let every thought sweep away then focused on breathing and standing upright.
Stiff pulled away, his forehead pressing against mine. I gasped for breath as he began inhaling deep. With my eyes closed, I could feel his breath on my lips, cool against the wetness he’d left, sending more shivers through me.
“Sooner I get shit cleaned up at my place, the sooner you’re in my bed.” Stiff’s rough voice penetrated the air. I should have been appalled—hell, my stubborn ‘I am woman, hear me roar’ side wanted to be, but I melted, wanting to be in his bed. I wanted to forget the shit in my life, even if for a small moment. Maybe that would help me focus on a plan of action.
I reached up and gripped his leather and shirt. With utter boldness I didn’t know where I’d obtained, I stood on my tiptoes, kissed the tip of his nose, then whispered in his ear, “Then you better get cleaned up.”
He growled. Yes, growled like the panther I thought he was. His lips crashed into mine in another scorching kiss so hot I gripped his clothing in fear I would fall. Then he tore away and pushed me away from him.
“Got shit to do,” he said, moving toward the door. “That was hot, Chels. Don’t fuckin’ lose it. I’m comin’ back for ya.”
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