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Bedding The Bad Boy
From Author Virna DePaul
Bedding the Bad Boy
by
Virna DePaul
This bad boy is ready to work some magic…
Identical twin and Las Vegas performer Max Dalton has always been the number one bad boy in his family, and he’s appreciated the women and fame that comes along with his reputation.
Grace Sinclair is on a mission when she comes to Vegas, one that involves asking Max, her best friend’s brother-in-law, to give her the pleasure no man’s ever been able to. She suspects Max has more layers than he lets people see, but she’s determined to keep her heart safe even as she offers him her body.
What neither of them plan on is love—or the triangle the media stirs up with Max’s blonde bombshell actress friend.
Will Grace see beyond Max’s bad boy façade long enough to trust him with her heart? And will Max figure out what he really wants before he loses the one woman who makes him believe in love again?
Identical twin and Las Vegas performer Max Dalton has always been the number one bad boy in his family, and he’s appreciated the women and fame that comes along with his reputation.
Grace Sinclair is on a mission when she comes to Vegas, one that involves asking Max, her best friend’s brother-in-law, to give her the pleasure no man’s ever been able to. She suspects Max has more layers than he lets people see, but she’s determined to keep her heart safe even as she offers him her body.
What neither of them plan on is love—or the triangle the media stirs up with Max’s blonde bombshell actress friend.
Will Grace see beyond Max’s bad boy façade long enough to trust him with her heart? And will Max figure out what he really wants before he loses the one woman who makes him believe in love again?
Excerpt: Rated R
Good Lord, Grace thought. I’m in a parked car with Max Dalton. And he told me he needs me. He wants me to give up control so he can give me a big O. So why am I sitting here pressed against the passenger door? And why isn’t he reaching over the center console and touching me?
Max, who’d just pulled his car into a lookout point with a stunning view of the Las Vegas Strip, turned toward her. “Locals call this place Love with a View. I’ve never actually been up here but I’ve meaning to check it out.”
She gazed at the twinkling lights and far-off desert scape.
“It’s pretty,” she said. She tried to relax and started with unfolding her hands from her lap. Her palms were sweaty but she resisted wiping them on her skirt.
She wasn’t sure how he planned on starting to steam up the windows, but when he asked, “So, what were you like in college?” she blinked in surprise.
“You really want to talk about that?”
“It’s a good place to start.”
“Start what?”
“Start talking, Grace,” he said gently.
“I thought you wanted to make out and steam up some windows.”
“We’ll work our way up to that. You said you had your first sexual experience with your college boyfriend. What was his name?”
Grace just stared at Max, not sure why they were working their way up to anything. And really not sure why working their way up meant telling Max her ex-boyfriend’s name.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “He’s really not relevant.”
“So humor me.”
“His name was Neil.”
“And you said Neil was a good lover. That you enjoyed sex with him for… two years, wasn’t it?”
“A little less than that considering we went out six months before we actually had sex, but that’s about right, yes.”
“Since you waited until college, waited six months with Neil, sex is meaningful to you. Did you wait for religious reasons?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t want to give myself to just anyone.”
He nodded, his eyes darkening, and she wondered what he was thinking. She was obviously willing to give herself to him. “Before that, before you had a boyfriend, did you experiment with sex? Make out in high school?”
“Not really,” she said.
“Did you masturbate?”
She felt her face getting warm but tried to appear composed. “Sure.”
“You never had any problem getting off by yourself and that’s still true?”
“Yes, it’s still true. But I’ve got to tell you, Max. This is starting to feel like a routine doctor’s appointment. And I’m not turned on at all. I—”
She gasped when Max reached over, put his hand on her thigh and leaned in close. “Concentrate, Grace. Because I’m betting if I put my hand down your panties right now, you’d be wet. Shall I find out?”
She swallowed hard, concentrated and realized he was right. She’d been in her head, focusing on the seeming mundane questions he was asking her, but her body was obviously going where Max wanted. She was wet. She actually ached. But that didn’t mean she wanted to talk about sex with him.
Listening to him say sexy things to her, fine.
But her? While she could surprise people with her sexuality and her piercings and her other secrets, one thing she’d never been good at was talking about sex. The only thing that mattered during sex was action, whether she could make a guy feel good and whether he could do the same for her.
She covered his hand with her own. “Max—”
“I was going to spend a little more time exploring your sexual history, but I certainly don’t want this encounter to seem clinical. So let’s change the subject. What gets you off?”
She tried to move back, but he caught her hand. “Why do we have to talk about mechanics?”
Without preamble, he slipped his free hand into the crease between her thighs. His hand didn’t get far between her closed legs, but it got far enough. “Because talking about sex gets you hot.”
About Virna
Virna DePaul is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of steamy, suspenseful fiction. Whether it’s vampires, a Para-Ops team, hot cops or swoon-worthy identical twin brothers, her stories center around complex individuals willing to overcome incredible odds for love.
Bedding The Wrong Brother is a #1 Bestselling Contemporary Romance, and is followed by Bedding The Bad Boy. Her PNR series with Random House launched on April 1, 2014 with Turned. She loves to hear from readers at www.virnadepaul.com
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