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It also includes stories by favourites such as Primula Bond and Alison Tyler, among others. Bared to You Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness - beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white hot. Reflected in You Gideon Cross was a bright, scorching flame that singed me with the darkest of pleasures. I couldn't stay away. He was my addiction.
We were bound by our need. And our passion would take us beyond our limits to the sweetest, sharpest edge of obsession. Entwined with You No one knows how much Gideon risked for me. How much I'd been threatened, or just how dark and desperate the shadow of our pasts would become.
Entwined by our secrets, we tried to defy the odds. We made our own rules and surrendered completely to the exquisite power of possession. Captivated by You Gideon calls me his angel, but he's the miracle in my life.
The vows we'd exchanged should have bound us tighter than blood and flesh. Instead they opened up old wounds, exposed pain and insecurities, and lured bitter enemies out of the shadows. We faced a terrible choice: the familiar safety of the lives we'd had before each other or the fight for a future that suddenly seemed an impossible and hopeless dream I also saw the dangerous and damaged soul inside—so much like my own.
I was drawn to it. I needed him as surely as I needed my heart to beat. No one knows how much he risked for me. We made our own rules and surrendered completely to the exquisite power of possession We faced a terrible choice: the familiar safety of the lives we'd had before each other or the fight for a future that suddenly seemed an impossible and hopeless dream.
One with You Gideon Cross. Falling in love with him was the easiest thing I've ever done. It happened instantly. Marrying him was a dream come true. Staying married to him is the fight of my life. Love transforms. We were buzzed in, and then asked to wait a moment. Both of us declined an offer of water or coffee, and less than five minutes after we arrived, we were directed to a closed conference room. Mark looked at me with twinkling eyes as the receptionist reached for the door handle.
I made sure to smile brightly as I stepped inside…a smile that froze on my face at the sight of the man rising to his feet at my entrance. My abrupt stop bottlenecked the threshold and Mark ran into my back, sending me stumbling forward. Dark and Dangerous caught me by the waist, hauling me off my feet and directly into his chest. The air left my lungs in a rush, followed immediately by every bit of common sense I possessed.
When he sucked in a sharp breath, my nipples tightened, stimulated by the expansion of his chest. Oh no. I was cursed. A rapid-fire series of images flashed through my mind, showcasing a thousand ways I could stumble, fall, trip, skid, or crash in front of the sex god over the days, weeks, and months ahead.
It was a memorable one. He was dressed in black again, with both his shirt and tie in a soft gray. As always, he looked too good. What would it be like to be that amazing looking? There was no way he could go anywhere without causing a disturbance.
Reaching out, Mark steadied me and eased me back gently. Okay then. I tried not to fidget for the next hour as Mark was grilled by Cross and the two Kingsman directors, both of whom were attractive brunettes in elegant pantsuits. I admired how cool Mark remained under pressure —pressure exerted by Cross, who easily dominated the meeting. What would entice you to try Kingsman, Eva? His right arm rested on the smooth wooden surface, his long elegant fingers stroking rhythmically along the top.
I caught a glimpse of his wrist at the end of his cuff and for some crazy reason the sight of that small expanse of golden skin with its light dusting of dark hair made my clit throb for attention. He was just so…male. Cross, but if you must know, I think sexy luxury on a budget will appeal to the largest demographic.
Then I looked at Mark, who seemed to be wavering between astonished joy and bewilderment. Rising to my feet, I led the way to the door. I was hyperaware of Cross walking beside me. The way he moved, with animal grace and arrogant economy, was a major turn-on. Cross stayed with me all the way to the bank of elevators. He said a few things to Mark about sports, I think, but I was too focused on the way I was reacting to him to care about the small talk.
When the car arrived, I breathed a sigh of relief and hastily stepped forward with Mark. I inhaled sharply. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. He reached out to steady me, but I held him at bay with an uplifted hand. Dear God… The ding that signaled the approaching elevator made me jump, I was strung so tight.
Never been so scorchingly attracted to another human being. Never been so offended by a person I lusted after. I stepped into the elevator and faced him.
He smiled. Should I make dinner reservations for you and Steven? Pure Food and Wine at seven, if they can squeeze us in. If not, surprise us. I skirted the four of them as quietly as possible and slid into my cubicle. I called Pure Food and Wine and begged for a table for two.
After some serious groveling and pleading, the hostess finally caved. Have fun! Asking for your boss in particular? Gideon Cross owns it. My eyes closed. Gideon Cross. I thought the name suited him. It was as sexy and elegantly masculine as the man himself. Probably dozens of people to handle it. I really like it. I really like Mark. Travis says about calculated risks? When your shrink tells you to take some, you should take some. You can deal with it. You and Cross are both adults. Think of the stamina.
I hate feeling like a vagina with legs. But there has to be a better way to tell a woman you want to take her to bed. Let him lust after you until he has blue balls.
Serves him right. Cary could always do that. The converted warehouse Parker Smith used as his studio was a brick-faced building in a formerly industrial area of Brooklyn presently struggling to revitalize.
The space was vast, and the massive metal delivery-bay doors offered no exterior clue as to what was taking place inside. Cary and I sat in aluminum bleachers, watching a half-dozen combatants on the mats below.
Even with padding, that had to sting. Krav Maga is brutal. He always does. He was a good instructor. Patient and thorough, and he explained things in an easy to understand way. His studio was in a rough neighborhood, but I thought it suited what he was teaching. The good ones always get snatched up quick. Mark walked me through the process of collecting information for an RFP, and he told me a little more about Cross Industries and Gideon Cross, pointing out that he and Cross were the same age.
It was just such a rush being near him. Plus he was a hell of a lot of fun to look at. I had nothing nearly as exciting planned for the weekend. Excusing myself, I rushed over to catch it. How are you? Stanton always sounded like old money to me— cultured, entitled, and arrogant. Is everything okay? Is Mom all right? Your mother is wonderful, as always. I was grateful to him for a lot of things actually, but it was sometimes hard to balance that against my feelings of disloyalty.
I knew my dad was self-conscious about the massive differences in their income brackets. Excuse me a moment. I look forward to seeing you. Then he slid behind the wheel and drove me downtown. Stanton came in shortly after my arrival, looking dapper and distinguished. His hair was pure white, his face lined but still very handsome.
His eyes were the color of worn blue denim, and they were sharp with intelligence. I stood as he approached, and he bent to kiss my cheek. But my gray eyes came from my dad. Taking a chair at the head of the table, Stanton was aware that the requisite backdrop of the New York skyline was behind him and he took advantage of its impressiveness.
Men like Gideon Cross. I picked up my fork and started in on a chicken, cranberry, walnut, and feta salad. It was delicious, and I was hungry. It took some time to calm her down and to assure her that I could make arrangements for you to pursue your interests in a safe manner. The casualness of his reply, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, made me feel ill.
My stomach churned, suddenly more interested in rejecting my lunch than digesting it. It had nothing to do with saving me money. But it also gives her peace of mind. To spy on her grown daughter? Is she still seeing Dr. He coddled her. Indulged her. Spoiled her. She feels guilty for not protecting you. We need to give her a little latitude. How could my mom invade my privacy like that?
Why would she? She was driving herself crazy, and me along with her. This will be much more convenient for you. I hated the way he talked about Brooklyn like it was a third-world country. I make my own decisions.
And you. You need to eat. Clancy, who had been waiting for me in the reception area, followed me, and I knew better than to try and blow him off. Clancy drove me back up to midtown, while I stewed in the backseat. I was going to cave and let my mom have her way, because it hurt my heart to think of her suffering any more than she already did.
She was so emotional and fragile, and she loved me to the point of being crazy about it. My mood was still dark when I got back to the Crossfire. As Clancy pulled away from the curb, I stood on the crowded sidewalk and looked up and down the busy street for either a drugstore where I could get some chocolate or a cellular store where I could pick up a new phone.
I ended up walking around the block and buying a half-dozen candy bars at a Duane Reade on the corner before heading back to the Crossfire. I needed work to distract me from my crazy-assed family. As I caught an empty elevator car, I ripped open a bar and bit viciously into it. I was making strides toward filling my self-imposed chocolate quota before I hit the twentieth floor when the car stopped on the fourth. The doors slid apart, and revealed Gideon Cross talking with two other gentlemen.
As usual, I lost my breath at the sight of him, which reignited my fading irritation. Why did he have that effect on me? When was I going to become immune to his hotness? He glanced over and his lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me. Just my crappy luck. Stepping into the car, he lifted a hand to discourage them from following him. They blinked in surprise, glancing at me, then Cross, and then back again. I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up.
The doors shut and the elevator glided smoothly into motion. After dealing with Stanton, the last thing I needed was another domineering male trying to push me around. Cross caught me by the upper arms and searched my face with that vivid blue gaze. Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel.
All the lights cleared except for the one for the top floor. He wore black again, with fine gray pinstripes. Seeing him from the back was a revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean waist and long legs. The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull. I wanted him as pissy as I was. I wanted a fight. His shirt and tie were both the same awesome cerulean as his irises. The effect was striking. I expect most women are.
His ease and unconcern aggravated me further. Glad we got that cleared up. I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth; then lifted to his own.
His gaze darkened and his voice lowered intimately. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened. I backed into the corner and shooed him out with a flick of my wrist. I went along because I liked the charge I got from being around him and because I was curious to see what he had to say when afforded more than five minutes of my time. He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride.
Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me as we passed at a brisk pace, her eyes wide. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city on two sides, while a wall of glass faced the rest of the office space. The one opaque wall opposite the massive desk was covered in flat screens streaming news channels from around the world. Cross hit a button on his desk that closed the doors; then another that instantly frosted the clear glass wall, effectively shielding us from the view of his employees.
With the beautiful sapphire-hued reflective film on the exterior windows, privacy was assured. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack. He was even yummier in just the vest. I could better see how fit he was. How strong his shoulders were. How beautifully his biceps and ass flexed as he moved. He gestured toward a black leather sofa. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down. He dropped me on my butt; then sat next to me.
He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. So what do you want— exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced? And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me. Still, the dismay won out. Why even call it a fuck? Why not be clear and call it a seminal emission in a preapproved orifice? The full, throaty sound flowed over me like a rush of warm water. My awareness of him heightened to a physically painful degree.
His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human. Flesh and blood. I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach. Friendly even. With mutual respect at the very least. His palms pressed flat to the glass on either side of my shoulders, caging me in.
The strength and demand of his will exuded an almost tangible force field. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him. Everything outside of that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his. That he had such a profound, visceral effect on me while being so damn irritating had my mind spinning. God, he smelled good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him. The uncontrollable response was intensified by my lingering frustration with Stanton and my more recent aggravation with Cross himself.
I wanted him. But he was no good for me. Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. One of his hands pressed flat to my stomach, the fingers splaying to urge me back against him. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back.
He was curved over me, his luxurious hair framing his beautiful face, his forearm propped against the door to bring him closer. I had almost no room to breathe. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I was shocked by how soft his firm lips were and the gentleness of the pressure he exerted.
I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long leisurely licks. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn me on wildly.
I distantly registered my purse hitting the floor; then my hands were in his hair. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own.
He pushed away from the door. Cupping the back of my head and the curve of my buttocks, he lifted me off my feet. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender.
My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. Cross was levered over me with one knee on the cushion and the other foot on the floor.
His left arm supported his torso while his right hand gripped the back of my knee, sliding upward along my thigh in a firmly possessive glide. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking.
He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down. Lowering his head, he took my mouth again, bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence. Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Someone was behind him.
Mortified by the sudden intrusion into our privacy, I scrambled up and back into the armrest, yanking down my skirt. Cross stood at the far end of the sofa, flushed and scowling, his chest heaving. His tie was loosened and the fly of his slacks strained against a very impressive erection.
I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like. And I was late getting back to work. In my goddamn fucking office! Leave me alone. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. We reached the door at the same time and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me. He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him. I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed.
I jerked my chin away. I want you so badly it hurts. In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs. I needed to get away from him. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine. Cross stood with me. My spine stiffened. I set my hand over his and yanked on the handle, ducking under his arm to squeeze out the door. His secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Cross.
I heard him speak behind me. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pull away. He stood calmly and hit the call button. Tell me when, then. I shivered. Take a couple days to think. I had a late lunch with Mr. I just barely got back myself. My kick-ass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago. We worked steadily until five, discussing a fast-food client and contemplating some possible tweaks to ad copy for a chain of organic grocery stores.
I glanced at the clock, saw it was exactly five, and considered ignoring the call because I was technically done for the day.
But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly- long lunch, I considered it penance and answered. Richard says you forgot your cell phone at his office.
It drove me nuts and it also broke my heart. Thank you. Petersen say about you tracing my phone? Petersen knows I worry about you. I changed the subject. Is your boss treating you well? The good ones always are.
I loved it when she was happy. I wished she were happy more often. And I know Cary will love it. As I swapped out my heels for my walking shoes, my phone rang again. My mother was rarely distracted for long. I answered with my usual greeting, but it lacked its usual punch. Still taste you. But I do have some friendly advice. Go spend time with a woman who salivates at your feet and makes you feel like a god. Fuck her until neither of you can walk.
Dark and Dangerous for sure. In the interim, tell me what you do like. I have a date with my vibrator. Plus, I was having fun with him. Good night, Gideon. Grudgingly, I thought of Gideon Cross, who preferred to strip all intimacy out of the most intimate act I could imagine.
He was about my age, I guessed. Average height and nicely muscular. He had unruly blond hair, soft hazel eyes, and a nose that had clearly been broken at some point.
He was wearing loose-fitting black jeans and an off-the-shoulder black sweater. The look was casual and elegant, and did a phenomenal job of offsetting his dark brown hair and emerald eyes. I went to the wine fridge and pulled out a random bottle. Trey shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, talking quietly with Cary as I uncorked and poured.
The phone rang and I grabbed the handset off the wall. Your stepdad gave me your number. Your stepdad is like my fairy godfather. Classes will resume next Monday. It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could buy. Your driver has the schedule. See you then. It was soft and filled with a sweet yearning, and it reminded me that my problems could wait.
Do you have time for pizza Wednesday night? Spill it, Eva. You looked stressed. How did you two meet? In an old-school way. He seemed great, and he obviously digs you.
Is he studying photography? But forget about Trey for a minute. Get it out. Never even crossed my mind. And meet with Dr. Turn it over to her shrink. So…is everything okay with your job? Do you still love it? Come on, Eva. What happened? I wanted his take on it all. I lifted my head to look at him, and found him bright-eyed and biting his lip.
What are you thinking? Just tell him what you want. What did I want? Aside from the obvious? Boil it down. He picked me up off the lobby floor, and then asked me to fuck. Even a guy I take home from a bar has more going for him than that.
Come here often? What are you drinking? Like to dance? Do you work around here? I get it. You can also cancel your membership if you are bored5. Enjoy and Happy Reading. Book DescriptionFrom 1 New York Times bestselling author Sylvia Day comes the first novel in the Crossfireseries—a provocative masterstroke of abandon and obsession that redefined the meaning ofdesire, and became a global phenomenon.
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The first edition of this novel was published in April 3rd , and was written by Sylvia Day. The book was published in multiple languages including language, consists of pages and is available in Paperback format.
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