Yours to Keep part 3: Billionaire CEO Romance (Captured and Claimed) by Cathryn Fox

admiration.
    He touched the slip of red silk covering her hips, and when he caught the sweet tang of her arousal, possession raced through him. He crossed the room, came back with the collar. “You’re mine, Rebecca,” he said, putting the collar around her neck and clasping it from behind. “Every part of you.”
    “Every part of me is yours, Quinn. Yours to keep.”
     
     
    The End
     

 
Thank You!
     
    Thank you so much for reading, Yours to Keep.  I hope you’re enjoying Rebecca and Quinn’s journey as much as I loved writing it.  Please read on, I’ve included an excerpt from FEVER , book one in the Firefighter Heat trilogy! I hope you enjoy!
     
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    Cathryn
     

 
Fever

    Cathryn Fox
     
    Excerpt
     
    Strawberry daiquiri in hand, Sara Jack blew a wispy auburn curl off her forehead and glanced around The Hose, her reporter’s eye stopping to examine the men crowded around the pool table.  She studied them for a long moment, as though the sight of their scrumptious backsides was actually newsworthy.  Of course, back in Trenton, Iowa, aka, Butthole Nowhere, such a sight really was newsworthy.  But here in Chicago, tight firefighter buns were a dime a dozen, she supposed.  And damned if she didn’t want to grab herself the baker’s special, to go.  Thirteen fresh, warm honey buns.
    Mmmmm…yummy. 
    She sipped her fruity drink and considered the name of the establishment again.  The Hose , she mused.  What a perfectly delicious name to describe the local watering hole where the firefighters from station 419 gathered nightly for a game of eight ball. 
    As Sara blocked out the din of the crowd, and completely ignored the bridal party members lounging around the table beside her, her lascivious gaze panned the hotties in the room a second time.  Her investigative eyes zeroed in on one very sexy, very “well-equipped” Mitch Adams as he turned in her direction.  The man had been warming her blood and getting under her skin during their rehearsals without even trying. 
    As she devoured his broad shoulders, his firm stomach, and his even firmer thighs, a slow heat gravitated south and burned her body from the inside out.  She licked her suddenly parched lips, her mind wandering, conjuring up all the wicked ways Mitch, with his lethally honed physique and panty-soaking smile, could help extinguish those slow burning embers. 
    The Hose , she mused again, her glance settling a few inches below Mitch’s leather belt.  What a great name for the firefighters’ bar - a name, she suspected, or at least hoped, had nothing to do with their profession.
    Beer in one hand, pool cue in the other, Mitch lazily crossed his legs at the ankles and leaned against the pool table.  Dark hair cut short gave him a charming boy-next-door look, but Sara suspected he was anything but.
    Unlike the “nice boys” she’d dated back home, pleasant, spineless boys who bored her to death - inside the bedroom and out - Mitch had a raw sexuality about him that screamed of sex, sin and… danger .  Sara shivered.  Almost violently.  Surprised at just how much his carnal edginess aroused her. 
    Her gaze brushed over him again, taking pleasure in his square jaw, perfect white teeth, long athletic body, and bad-boy attitude.  Sexual awareness prowled through her, warming her blood.  Her glance traveled onward and upward until she met with a set of bedroom blues that shimmered with dark desire when they locked on hers.  Mitch shot her a look that held all kinds of suggestions, all kinds of wicked possibilities. 
    Sara drew a sharp breath, her pulse pounding in her throat.  She wiped her hands on her snug jeans, letting the denim drink in her moisture. 
    As he watched her watching him, his nostrils flared and his body tensed, tension