Genre: Contemporary, Interracial, Erotica
	Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
	ISBN: 9781419933325
	Length: Short Story
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Blurb

Tasha’s co-worker Hayden Beck annoys the snot out of her. When he inserts himself onto a train ride she’s taking–supposedly under the pretense of making sure she doesn’t take credit for their next project–she sees red. Never mind that Hayden fuels every one of her fantasies. The gorgeous blue-eyed blond is her enemy. End of story.

Well…until he catches her right in the middle of one of those fantasies, calling his name.

 

 

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“Carney makes your “wet dreams” come to life in this short story. Both characters have strong, dominate personalities which works for and against them. All it takes is one moment for the evening to shift from a hot fantasy to scorching reality… The sex is steaming and pulled directly out of a naughty fantasy that makes your toes curl. All Aboard is a good short Erotic story easily read in one sitting.”
4 Hoots, Nocturne Romance Reads

Excerpt

Chapter One

Tasha stomped past her arch-nemesis, bouncing her luggage against his leg deliberately, and not giving a damn about his reaction. “Watch it, Hayden!”

“You watch it!”

“A single car,” she grumbled. For both of them. Why would he think housing the two of them in a space no bigger than seven by seven for eighteen hours would be a good idea?

“This wasn’t my idea,” he shot back, as if he’d heard the thought.

“You could have flown. I would have met you there—”

“Yeah?” He stepped into her personal space, giving her a very up-close and personal view of angry blue eyes. “And when exactly would we have finished up the presentation?”

She dropped the bag, her face stoic even as the bundle crushed her toes. Nothing—absolutely nothing—would make her show Hayden any other emotion than frank animosity. “I don’t like to fly. I was going to sit here with my laptop and get everything done. Nice and neat. Presto! Done.”

Hayden continued to glare at her. “So you could take all the credit afterwards? I don’t think so.”

Precisely why they were now sharing a space in this teeny little train car. Her fear of flying might not do her in today, but her coworker apparently planned to make sure a bit of claustrophobia might.

“Stop being so paranoid!” she barked.

Hayden retorted, “Stop trying to find any excuse to stab me in the back!”

“For crying out loud, I’m not trying to stab you in the back.” She was shaking with barely contained rage, wondering for the hundredth time if a jury of her peers might be sympathetic and let her off. If they had any inkling of what it was like to be teamed up with this man, they’d probably cheer on an act of homicide.

At work, their superiors insisted their combined work was the stuff of envy, forcing the reluctant partnership. No one had sought either of their opinions on the matter. “I loathe you,” she said between clenched teeth.

“Likewise, sister.”

“I’m not your sister, thank God.” Tasha blew out a breath. “Let’s just get through this.”

“Fine.”

They retreated to opposite sides of the car, putting away their bags, pulling out files and laptops. Getting as comfortable as possible while maintaining a somewhat professional air. The last sleeping car available with enemies forced to share it. Just fine.

Except it wasn’t fine. Breathing in Hayden’s oh-so-wonderful scent kept messing with her concentration. Instead of working on the timing for the PowerPoint slides, she kept stealing glances at his aquiline nose and firm lips. His long, dark lashes kept her from seeing the clarity in his amazing eyes, but if he would have caught her looking, she would have died on the spot anyway.

He’d unknotted the sky-blue tie, letting it hang freely against a crisp white shirt. A gap had opened about four buttons down, affording her with a glimpse of smooth, tanned skin. Was it smooth all the way down, or was there a line of blond hair beneath his belly button to match the waves of blond hair on his head? And below that. What did it look like?

Tasha unfolded and refolded her legs, needing a way to stifle some of the urges coursing through her—just like every other time she started thinking about Hayden. God, she could imagine wrapping her legs around his slender waist, enjoying the contrast of her brown skin against his, using her heels to urge him to pump into her harder and faster.

His cock was probably as near perfect as the rest of his good looks. It would be thick enough to make her pussy stretch and long enough to touch a sweet spot that made her beg. Every delicious inch that slid inside would cause her to let out a small whimper or moan.

And those hands. His strong, capable hands. Hands that weren’t soft from delicate work, but neither were they too calloused from abuse. Skilled hands that made her tremble beneath him as he cupped her breasts, tracing their curves using clever fingers. Fingers that teased her nipples into hard points before his hot, wet mouth enveloped the chocolate tip of one.

She shuddered.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” she snarled at him the nanosecond after her surprise at being busted lifted. Way to ruin a wet dream.

“What’s your problem?”

Rocking her head from side to side, a childhood habit she could never get rid of, she sassed, “What’s yours?” Childish? Maybe. But it sure as hell felt good to do it.

Hayden set aside his notebook with a sigh. “Can we call a truce, Tasha? Just for the train ride. I’m sick of this shit.”

A sharp retort hovered at the tip of her tongue, but then hesitated when she saw the fatigue on his face. Wait a minute. They’d been at each other’s throats from day one, their barbs scathing, theirretorts fast and furious. This resignation from him was both new and foreign. Truthfully, she didn’t quite know how to deal with it.

Tasha narrowed her eyes at him, suspicious. “Why?”

“Because it’s one thing to argue with you for eight hours and then go home where I can relax in relative peace. It’s another to be cramped with you in a little room where we’ll have to eat and sleep, with no place for retreat.”

She chewed on his logic. After almost a full minute, she turned her attention back to the slide show and mumbled, “Fine. Stay out of my hair and I’ll stay out of yours.”

Her fingers slid over the keys of her notebook, aligning the slide transitions with the time required for the speech Hayden had written to match. As she worked, she imagined his confident voice delivering each line. He had such an easy way of speaking, as if his entire life had been handed to him on a piece of paper. All he had to do was recite the words. What must he sound like in the bedroom, whispering against his lover’s skin?

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Tasha. To feel you under me…” There was nothing between them as he stretched over her. Nothing but hard male against her soft curves. And the best part was feeling his cock at the juncture of her thighs. Long. Thick. Elegant.

Her mouth watered with the need to taste it. Him. She wanted to trace her tongue along the inside of his thigh. Wanted to hear him moan her name as she teased the skin of his testicles. Maybe pull one round globe into her mouth with delicate care, suck gently before releasing it. Inhale the slightly musky scent of him.

Tasha yearned to pepper warm kisses over his jutting cock, to lick the skin of his belly, thenmove to the little points of his nipples. Tiny nibbles on one and then the other. Closing her teeth over the skin at the base of his throat. Moving up to find his mouth. Kissing him with fiery abandon.

Later, when he took control, when his mouth traveled to her lips, her chin, down her throat, muscles rippled beneath his skin of his arms. Beneath his rock-hard abdomen. Lust flared as shearched into him, rubbing the hardened tips of her breasts against his perfect chest. Writhing in his arms as pleasure, heightened need, blanketed her. “Yes, Hayden…”

“What?”

Cheeks flaming hot, she looked up. “What?”

“You said my name.”

The top button on his shirt had been unfastened, the skin there capturing her attention. Still, Tasha dragged her gaze to his face, hoping like hell the blush heating her scalp and face wasn’t obvious. What was fueling these insane fantasies? The guy was less than two feet away and she couldn’t stop thinking about his naked body. Him. “No, I didn’t.”

“You did,” he insisted.

“Did. Not.”

Hayden flashed a crooked smile at her. “Then I thought you did. Weird.”

“Yeah,” she replied, breathless. “Hearing things.”

She licked her lips, swallowing past a dry throat. The small compartment had suddenly become a little too warm.