Between The Sheets. P.J. Mellor
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Books by P. J. Mellor
PLEASURE BEACH
GIVE ME MORE
MAKE ME SCREAM
DRIVE ME WILD
BETWEEN THE SHEETS
THE COWBOY
(with Vonna Harper, Nelissa Donovan, and Nikki Alton)
THE FIREFIGHTER
(with Susan Lyons and Alyssa Brooks)
NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY
(with Melissa MacNeal and Valerie Martinez)
ONLY WITH A COWBOY
(with Melissa MacNeal and Vonna Harper)
UNDER THE COVERS
(with Crystal Jordan and Lorie O’Clare)
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
Between the Sheets
P.J. Mellor
KENSINGTON BOOKS
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
For Andrew and Shelley
Acknowledgments
Many thanks to my fabulous agent, Jennifer Schober, and my editor, John Scognamiglio. Words can’t convey my appreciation.
I also want to thank all the people who helped with the technical aspects of this book, especially Rob Hancock at Sea Sports Scuba. Any mistakes are all mine.
CONTENTS
Redd Hot
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Just Right
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Stroke of Midnight
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
1
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s right. Bend it, work it.” Connor O’Brian slouched deeper into the leather bucket seat of his rental car and groped for his binoculars, his gaze locked on the woman in the red power suit across the street.
He visually caressed the trim ankle flexing above the black stiletto as she attempted to right the REDD HOT PROPERTIES real estate sign in the front yard of the beach house.
His gaze licked the length of tan leg exposed by the tight, short skirt while he mentally urged her to bend over a little farther. He was betting she wore a black thong.
When it became apparent she would not cooperate, his gaze took a leisurely trip along the gentle swell of her ass, shown to perfection, thanks to the tight skirt and the angle of her leg. The flair of her hip had his heart racing.
“Turn around,” he urged in a hoarse whisper. “I need to see if the front is as delicious as the back view.”
Her spine stiffened, and for a moment, he wondered if she’d heard him. She glanced left and right, then back over her shoulder.
He held his breath. It whooshed out when she again bent to her task, a clump of long, shining dark hair falling across her face, this time giving him a direct view down the plunging neckline of the black-trimmed red jacket. With each movement, her perfect breasts jiggled in an intriguing manner.
She straightened again and swiped her forehead with the back of her hand. After a quick glance around, she stripped off the jacket and tossed it over a purse and briefcase a few feet away, then resumed her struggle with the sign.
Connor swallowed and adjusted the hardness pressing against the fly of his cargo shorts. Tank tops had intrigued