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Everything’s naughtier after dark



Book Two


After Dark Series


Melissa Foster



This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish
all the materials in this book.


WILD BOYS, HEATH (After Dark, Book Two)

All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © 2015 Melissa Foster



This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied
in critical articles and reviews.


Cover Design: Elizabeth Mackey




A Note to Readers


If this is your first Melissa Foster book, be warned that my fans have been asking for a darker, sexier version of The Bradens, and I’m proud to bring you the After Dark series, written in the same raw, emotional voice as The Bradens and my other romance series. However, please be warned that the language in the After Dark books is naughtier than in
my other novels, and the heat level has amped up quite a bit. You have a whole series of loyal, sexy, and wickedly naughty heroes and sexy, sassy heroines to catch up on with my Love in Bloom series (Snow Sisters, The Bradens, The Remingtons, Seaside Summers, and The Ryders), as well as several other hot heroes and heroines. The characters from each series make appearances in future books.


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For Les

Table of Contents
Chapter One

. THOSE words played over and over in Dr. Heath Wild’s mind as he thrust his tongue deeper into the receptive mouth of the sexy woman who was grinding her hips against his cock in the elevator of the Gray Mountain Lodge. He buried his hands in her hair and gave a less-than-gentle tug, testing the woman’s boundaries. The sexy moan that followed was all the green
light he needed to press her up against the wall and pin her wrists above her head with one large, capable hand, while thrusting his other beneath her little black dress and into her—
thong, hot damn
—beneath. He didn’t waste any time finding his way inside this beautiful, willing creature. Her head tipped back, and he claimed her neck, sucking as he fingered her hot, wet center.

“Oh God. Yes.
Right there,” she panted.

Acutely aware that the elevator was about to reach the sixth floor, he circled his thumb over her swollen clit as he claimed her mouth in another ravishing kiss. She clawed at his dress shirt, making sounds that had him picturing her spread-eagle on his bed, arms restrained, with his face buried between her legs.

“Ah. Fuck.” She dug her hands into his thick hair
as the orgasm gripped her—and the elevator chimed.

Heath casually fixed her dress, unhurried by the elevator doors sliding open. He drank in her flushed cheeks, the light sheen of sweat on her upper lip that he wanted to lick off, and her full, heaving breasts.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he said in a gravelly voice. He wanted more, and he was about to get it.


TRIED to act nonchalant as she passed an elderly couple in the hallway on the way to her room, hoping they didn’t smell sex wafting around her and the incredibly hot guy she was with. She lifted her chin as she unlocked the door, acting as if her hands weren’t shaking, like she did this type of thing every day, as the mind-blowing kisser she was about to fuck obviously did. She might not do it
every day, but she wasn’t a stranger to hooking up with random guys, either. She enjoyed sex the way others might enjoy an occasional swim in the ocean: reveling in the shocking experience at first, then giving in to the exquisite pleasures, and finally, when she was satiated, going back to her normal life feeling rejuvenated for the next few months.

The door clicked shut, and the sound of
the dead bolt sliding into place brought her back to the handsome man licking his lips. His piercing blue eyes raked over her body, lingering on her breasts. The edges of his mouth quirked up as he loosened his tie and cracked his neck to either side. Her nerves prickled. This was the moment she had to push past—the urge to flee from fear of the unknown. What if he was a psychopath? What if the staff
found her bloodied body in the bathroom tomorrow morning? She’d watched him all afternoon at the medical conference downstairs. She hadn’t missed that, while she’d been sizing him up, he’d been stalking her like prey, and it had turned her on before he’d even bought her a drink after the conference. She really should have gotten his name. What had she been thinking?

She knew exactly what she’d
been thinking, because the thought had only grown more intense with every passing minute. She wanted to feel his powerful body above her, his arms around her, and the enormous cock bulging beneath his zipper and outlined by his dress pants inside her.

He clutched her hips and tugged her against his expensive suit, taking her in another mind-numbing kiss. She fumbled with the buttons on his
shirt, desperate to get to the smattering of chest hair she’d seen peeking out of the top. She could feel the strength of him in his kiss, in his grip, in the rock wall behind her hands. He was easily six two or six three. She was five five, maybe five eight in her heels, and he—
what’s his name?
—still had several inches on her.

“What’s your name?” she asked between kisses.


. She liked that. Smooth and hot, like him. She’d always loved a man’s man. A man who made her feel feminine but didn’t treat her like she was a delicate flower. A man who took what he wanted but still made her feel special, and this guy had stroked her hand, not her thigh, when they were in the bar. His eyes read,
I’m going to fuck you hard,
but his actions told her he knew how to respect
pleasure a woman. Crazy, she knew, because how much could he respect a stranger he was about to fuck? But if he’d put his hand on her thigh in public, it would have sent a completely different message.

“Ally,” she offered.

The edges of his mouth curled up, but his eyes turned midnight dark as he tore her dress over her head, tossed it on the chair, and pulled her against him again.

“I cannot wait to get my mouth on you,
. To taste your come and feel you shatter against my tongue.”

Her insides caught fire. If he could make her come with his fingers in less than a minute, she could only imagine what he could do with that viperous tongue of his.

Breathe, Ally. Be patient

He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip and ground his hips against hers,
out the window.

“I want to feel your luscious lips wrapped around my cock.”

His voice was liquid lust, and it was all she could do to whisper, “Yes.”

She clawed at his shirt, the button of his trousers, his tie, desperate for him to fulfill his promise. He grabbed her wrists and trapped them by her hips.

“You in a hurry?” He lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked.

Yes. I want you inside me
. “No.” She squeezed her thighs together to try to satiate the longing between her legs. Every suck and stroke of his tongue made her nipples harder—if that was even possible. Good Lord, he was going to make her come again without even touching her below the waist.

He stepped back, assessing her body with those lust-filled eyes again, pinning her in place as they
slowly dragged over her.

“You’re fucking beautiful,
.” Her name slid off his tongue like a sensual promise. He took his time stripping off his trousers and dress shirt, leaving his tie loose around his neck and his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs covering his enormous erection.

Heat thrummed through her at his casual striptease.

“Heath what?” The question was driven by nerves.

His confidence was titillating, the way he languidly laid his dress shirt over the back of the chair, then did the same with his pants. He stopped mid-move, pulled his shoulders back, and eyed her skeptically. In the space of a breath, Ally drank in his five-o’clock shadow, which gave him an edgy aura. His skin pulled taut over his handsome, squarish face and strong jaw. He had full lips, and
his mouth was slightly small—though she already knew it gave great pleasure. He turned, squaring his broad shoulders, and her eyes dipped south, to the perfect planes of flesh before her.

“I’m not looking for anything more than tonight, Ally. No last names, no talk of what we do for a living. Just a night of intense pleasure. Are you okay with that?” He lowered his chin, and his eyes implored
her to answer.

“Yes,” she said with confidence. That’s what she’d been assuming anyway. Nothing new there, but hearing the words made her feel a little…something.
No. Definitely not. They brought a rush that was even more powerful, more enjoyable.

His cock twitched beneath his briefs as he stepped closer, leaving only a sliver of space between them. She raised her eyes and met his
hungry gaze, unable to stop thinking about the tie dangling from his neck.

“Good, because while I would leave you, I really don’t want to miss out on experiencing you.” He paused long enough for that suggestion to sink in. “I’d really like to tell you to get on your knees so I can see those luscious lips sucking my cock, but I’m a gentleman.” He ran his knuckle down her cheek.

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