Bad Boys Online by Erin McCarthy Page A

you.”
    “No, you don’t.” Now why had she just said that? Hadn’t she learned anything? If the man of her dreams proposed and said he loved her, she needed to latch on and ask questions later.
    “Yes, I do.” The fluffy little dog put its paws on his shoulder and panted. “Come on, I have a freaking dog on my back. With pink bows in her hair. Doesn’t that tell you anything?”
    It told her volumes. That Mack did love her. The pink bows confirmed it. She laughed. “I love you too.”
    “Whew.” He grinned. “You had me worried there. Does that mean you’ll marry me? We can live in your house and raise Bitsy together?”
    “Yes.” But the dog’s name had to go.
    Kindra stood up and went to Mack. Right into his arms. Where she belonged.
    The kiss he gave her was long and passionate, moist lips and groping hands. His hot tongue lapped against hers.
    “Oh, baby,” he groaned.
    Oh, baby was right. She snuggled up against his hard chest and tugged on his cranberry tie. She absolutely loved the way he looked in a tie.
    Mack gestured to her computer. “You have to tell cyber Romeo to take a hike. Then we’ll change your email address. Maybe to [email protected] .”
    She laughed. “I already did. Yesterday. Told him to take a hike, that is, not changed my address.”
    His eyes burned. “You know, we should take the dog home before she has an accident down my back.”
    “Oh, good idea.” Kindra was due a long leisurely lunch, since she’d never had one in four years on the job.
    Feeling fabulous and daring, she let her hand slide down past his waist. She squeezed him and grinned in satisfaction when he went hard.
    He said in a tight voice, “Want to have a Nooner?”
    Yes, please.
    “Sure. Let me grab my purse.” Kindra rubbed the little dog’s head over Mack’s shoulder and said, “She really is cute.”
    Bitsy barked.
    Mack shifted the pack on his back. “You know, I never did get to watch that little video we made. Maybe we could do that first. Did you save it?”
    “It’s on my hard drive.” But she had a better idea.
    Her hand back on his pants stroking him, she whispered in his ear, “Let’s make another one instead.”
    Mack watched Kindra walk towards the door, her sweet little ass swaying as she shot him a “come and get it” look over her shoulder.
    Damn, he was one lucky guy.
    He followed her, his tongue probably hanging as low as Bitsy’s. “Baby, let’s go burn up your hard drive.”

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Chapter One
    “I don’t feel the love in this room.”
    Jared Kincaid stared at Harold, who was standing in the middle of his office, hands on his leather pants clad hips.
    What Jared felt was not love, but a skull-grinding, breath-robbing headache. Trust him to get hired at a marketing firm where the boss was having an existential mid-life crisis.
    It had started with Harold’s leaving his wife six weeks ago. Now it had graduated to his boss wearing a gay hairdresser’s wardrobe to work every day, preaching to the staff about oneness with self, and eating massive quantities of hummus.
    Since Jared’s instinct was to tell Harold to take his love and shove it up his leather pants, he remained silent. With a little luck, in a month or two Harold would rediscover his true passion lay in Beamers and Armani suits and they could get back to normal.
    A sultry low laugh filled the room. Jared gritted his teeth.
    That laugh was a perfect example of why he was doomed to middle management and a lifetime of dodging trouble. Trouble followed Jared. Everywhere he went.
    Trouble usually had long legs and breasts. This trouble had all of that plus blowzy blond hair, a Southern accent and lush cherry lips that pouted and taunted.
    And her name. Who the hell named their kid Candy Appleton? Had her mother envisioned her newborn baby as a future porn star?
    Maybe it had been cute when Candy was a little girl, before she’d grown breasts, but now, on that body… it was just perverted