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Within three steps, Dane reaches our door, shoves the key into the lock, and flings it wide open with such force that it slams behind us.
“I need my wife. Naked. Under me. Squeezing my cock hard as I make her come. It’s been way too fucking long, and we’re never waiting this long again, Kat. You understand me?”
He tosses me down on the bed, my back bouncing off it before I land again.
Dane’s expression is determined and . . . hungry. My nipples tighten and my thighs squeeze together.
I’ve missed us too. I want him. And what’s more, the ferocity in his gaze makes me even more daring.
“Then take me. Take all of me.”
His nostrils flare as he steps forward, his knees bumping against the mattress. Without ever breaking eye contact, he snatches off one flip-flop and then the other, tossing them across the room.
A hand closes around each of my ankles, and he spreads my legs open and drags me down the bed. Both palms slide up my smooth legs, under the thin dress I chose as a cover-up until he reaches my bathing suit bottoms. His fingers curl into the material and yank it down my legs, leaving me bare to his gaze.
I’m already wet and ready.
“I’m going to eat this pussy for dessert.” Dane swipes a thumb across my splayed opening, already slick for him. “But first, I need to remind you exactly who it belongs to. Me.”
With the last word he speaks, he thrusts a finger inside me, and my hips buck upward at the invasion.
I missed this.
Fucking in and out with his finger, his thumb pressing hard on my clit, Dane brings me to the edge faster than I could ever manage myself.
“You want this? You want us? You want everything I’m going to give you?”
“Yes.” My reply comes out more like a plea, and it is. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had a decent orgasm. My own attempts in my empty hotel rooms at night were lackluster at best.
“Tell me. Tell me this is forever, Kat. Always and fucking forever.”
“Yes, always and forever.”
Dane presses harder on my clit, and I scream as I arch off the bed and let the orgasm wash over me. He adds to the pressure and the orgasm keeps coming and coming, until I’m not sure I can bear any more. I reach down, gripping his hand with both of mine, and he finally pulls it away.
“That’s just number one.” Dane rips his T-shirt over his head and shoves his shorts down his legs. His cock, thick and hard, springs free.
Thank you, God.
“Keep your legs spread. I love seeing you open for me.”

ABOUT TAKE ME BACK 

From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a hot new standalone second chance romance. 

We fell in love on a beach, got married in paradise, and rode off into the sunset. It should have been perfect, but saying “I do” doesn’t guarantee a happily-ever-after.
Two years later, I barely recognize either of us behind the walls we’ve built.
It’s time to bring it full circle. Back to a tropical paradise. Back to find out if we can still make this work.
I’m not willing to give her up, but to save us, I have to risk everything.
Two damaged people.
Countless secrets.
The fight of our lives.
We might be broken, but we’re not done.

Take Me Back is a standalone second chance romance, not related to any series.

A USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels, Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure.  She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.
Meghan is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich Literary Management.

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“And tonight’s top story: Billionaire playboy Creighton Karas has published a missed connection that has gone viral, and there’s no doubt as to why. Most of it we can’t read on the air, but the gist of it is, he spent Christmas Eve with a woman who he claims is going to be the next Mrs. Creighton Karas. The posting requests that the lady in question, whose name and number he didn’t get prior to or following their . . . encounter, show up at midnight on December 31st at the location of the tryst, which he claims only this particular lucky lady would know. Mr. Karas will be waiting with an engagement ring—and prnup—in hand.”

The green power smoothie in my hands falls to the floor of my tiny kitchen, the glass shattering on the tile and coating it with swampy goo as I gape at the TV.
Oh. My. God.
He didn’t.
He did.
Holy. Shit.
My cell phone rings, and I blindly grope the countertop for it. I don’t bother looking at the display. I know exactly who it is.
“Please don’t start screaming, Tana.”
Instead of the screeches I expect to hear, my friend speaks very calmly. “Holly, they’re talking about you on TV, but they don’t know they’re talking about you on TV.”
“Yeah. I figured that one out myself.”
“Please tell me you’re going to go,” she says.
“Are you serious?” I screech.
It was just supposed to be one night. A Christmas Eve fling. No one was supposed to know.

I've got a big dick and an even bigger bank account. That's pretty much where my bio ends. Honestly, I don't need to say anything else. I've just sold 99% of women on going home with me. 

Do I sound like an asshole to you?

That's because I am.

And guess what? It works for me just fine. 

Or at least it did.

Until I met her.

Books talk about sparks flying. Fuck that shit. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. 

Only one problem. 

She didn't leave her name or number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest fucking night of my life. Now I've had a taste of unicorn pussy—the sweetest, rarest of all pussy—and I need it again.

So what's an asshole to do?

I took this problem to the street. A missed connection gone viral.

And when I find her? I'm keeping her. ​

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.

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