Wicked. Tori Carrington

      

      Her bare skin was silky soft

      Will sought the release for the top of the dance outfit Renae wore, then gave up and dived for her waistband.

      She laughed teasingly, and moved out of reach. “Wait a sec. I have to call in to work and let them know I’m going to be a little late.”

      Will raised an eyebrow. “A little late?”

      He took her hand and pressed it against his pants, letting her feel the rock-hard arousal underneath the thin material. He watched her pupils grow large in her green eyes.

      “Okay,” she said slowly, “maybe a lot late.”

      He reached out and dipped a fingertip inside the top of her bra cup. “Maybe you should tell them you’ll be out the whole day….”

      He watched her swallow with some difficulty. “The whole day?” A slow, sultry smile spread across her lips. “You really are looking to repeat the other night, then.”

      He grinned wickedly. “And then some…”

      Dear Reader,

      In the first two SLEEPING WITH SECRETS titles, Forbidden and Indecent, we willingly passed into the shadowy side of sex and love with our characters, but in this book… Well, not even we were prepared for the traditional male-female roles Will and Renae naughtily blurred….

      In Wicked, E.R. surgeon Will Sexton doesn’t know what hit him when Renae Truesdale—the sexy neighbor he’s indulged in wicked fantasies about for the past three months—decides to test his playboy ways. But when hot, sticky sex evolves into so much more, can Will handle Renae’s extensive sexual résumé?

      We hope you find Will and Renae’s journey to sexual enlightenment and love everlasting as provocative as we did. We’d love to hear what you think. Write to us at P.O. Box 12271, Toledo, Ohio 43612, or at [email protected], and visit us on the Web at www.BlazeAuthors.com and www.ToriCarrington.com.

      Here’s wishing you love and hot, memorable reading!

      Lori & Tony Karayianni

       aka Tori Carrington

      Wicked

      Tori Carrington

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      We dedicate this book to Cissy Hartley, Sara Reyes, Celeste Faurie, Debra Evans, Helena Beasley, Lee Hyatt, Janice Bennett, Kathy Boswell and the entire gang at Writerspace.com. Thank you for providing a warm and wonderful forum that lets us be fans as well as authors. See y’all in the chatroom!

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      1

      SIZE DOES MATTER.

      Emergency Room Surgeon Will Sexton had always believed that to be the case. But being British, he liked that Americans actually understood that. There was no such thing as the size of the ship doesn’t matter, it’s the motion of the ocean. As he dragged himself home after twelve straight hours on duty at St. Vincent Mercy Medical Center in Toledo, in a mammoth SUV that could comfortably hold three families, he brightened at the thought that once inside his large condo, set back on a large piece of land, he could collapse on his large king-size bed. It all added up to a vastness he’d never come across anywhere in working-class Southwark, England, just south of the Thames outside London.

      Will parked his car in the large lot, which was designed to hold other large cars and was never without a free space, and climbed out onto the hot asphalt. The hazy August sun was beginning to peek over the horizon as he made his way down the long walk that led to his large condo and thus to his large bed. Okay, so yes, occasionally he did miss his bangers and mash. And it very rarely got this hot in jolly old England. But ever since skipping over the pond that was the Atlantic in order to earn his degree at the Medical College of Ohio nine years ago, he hadn’t been back home for more than a week’s stay. Fact was he’d grown comfortable, liked it here with the Yanks. Not only was everything around him bigger, but the citizens themselves seemed to think bigger. Well, maybe not all of them, but if one were inclined to take his life into his own hands, one could make a run of it here a lot easier than he could make it back home. Work hard, and you were rewarded well. Seemed like a good, solid philosophy to him.

      And if William Charles Sexton, middle son of Dorothy and Simon Sexton, housewife and meat factory worker, respectively, had done anything throughout his life, it was work hard.

      And he’d been well rewarded.

      Will hiked his duffel a little higher on his shoulder. Still, somehow he thought he’d never get used to the hot summer weather here in the midwestern U.S. Heat and lots of it seemed to be the name of the game as of late. Actually that applied both literally and figuratively when it came to his life.

      His good, if exhausted, mood took an immediate nosedive at the reminder.

      Five months. That’s how long he’d gone without sex. And not because of a size issue, thank you very much. Rather he’d been dating senior resident Janet Nealon for the past five months. And it was just his luck that Janet had decided the month before they’d started going out that she was going to wait for her wedding night before she had sex again.

      Again.

      Will hiked his duffel up again and scowled.

      “Ah, one of those born-again virgin types.”

      He recalled his best mate Colin’s words when Will had complained about the state of his sex life a few months back.

      “Those are the worst kinds.”

      Will had made the mistake of asking him how so.

      “Well, because you know they’ve given it up—they’re just not giving it up to you.”

      Will eyed the six-unit building that held his apartment, his gaze immediately drawn to the condo on the third floor, directly above his. Of course, it didn’t help that the female neighbors in 3B had cast themselves in starring roles in his growing sexual fantasies. It seemed not a night went by that he didn’t think of the two hot lesbians in bed together, sweaty and naked. Crikey, he’d had to change his sheets just last week after a particularly steamy dream in which both women had taken a great deal of pleasure from working on him.

      Of course, he knew that if Janet finally gave in, his fantasy life would vanish. Well, maybe not disappear entirely—after all, the two women fantasy was a popular one among men his age and he didn’t see that changing anytime soon—but at least he wouldn’t have to rely on those same fantasies to give him the physical release he needed.

      And he wasn’t going to take things “in hand” himself, as Colin had suggested he do.

      The problem was he was getting nowhere fast with Janet. The night before