Cait goes undercover at The Justice House to find out about what goes on there and about the owner Liam. She takes a position as hostess and gets to know everyone there. She decides that she can't gather dirt on these people that she really likes especially Liam who she is very attracted to. Holy hotness! Liam is one scorching naughty talking bossy man! Absolutely loved him! You just knew that it wasn't going to go over well when it came out that Cait was investigating both him and the club. Even with her quitting her job as soon as they got involved, Liam doesn't deal with betrayal in any form well. I loved the group of friends he has surrounded around himself and I so want to know more about them. I am dying to read the next book in the series.
I give Seeking Justice 5 hearts!
Young investigative reporter, Cait Shaw, is not happy about her new assignment; investigating what she deems to be a “seedy” part of Chicago’s more questionable businesses. But her editor seems to have a personal vendetta against the elusive Mr. Justice, leaving Cait with little say in the matter.
Cait is especially shocked and conflicted by her attraction to the irresistible charms of Liam Justice. Liam is like no man she has ever known and she is totally captivated and unprepared for the sinfully erotic, passionate affair they enter into.
As her world is turned upside down, Cait must cope with her growing affection for Liam and his shadowed past.
“There’s not going to be anything gentle
about tonight, darlin’,” he rasps against
my mouth. “I’ve waited all day for you, and watching you dance with those other
men, letting them touch you, I’m going to punish you.” My body quivers at his
words. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Holy shit!
The
sharp bite of arousal causes my stomach to clench in reaction as he grips my hand and
pulls me through the apartment, not saying another word.
The bedroom door closes with a soft click
behind us as Liam continues to grasp my
hand as if he’s afraid I’ll run if he releases me. He looks down, nailing me
with his intense blue gaze, and my breath catches.
“I have to call downstairs,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I breathe.
His eyes are fervent as his gaze holds
mine. He releases me, and I finally break eye contact, moving across the room
to stand before the doors that open out onto a balcony.
“I’m upstairs.”
I turn to find him watching me as he
talks on the house phone. I turn back to look out the darkened window. I feel
awkward, not knowing what I should be doing. Undressing? I’m out of my depth
here. I don’t have experience in this type of situation. Are men put off by a
woman’s lack of sexual knowledge? The thought that it might, flames my
self-doubt, and I look back uneasily at Liam as I hear him say, “I’ll talk to
you in the morning.”
He sets the phone down on the bedside
table. Then he crosses the room in long strides, pulling his shirt up and over
his head, tossing it aside.
Holy hell!
My eyes greedily devour every inch of his
hard, muscular perfection. The fierce hunger in his eyes, almost savage in its
intensity, spikes my desire, creating a raw need that hits me like a physical
blow.
When he reaches me, he pulls me roughly
against the length of his body as he wraps me in his arms and his spicy male
scent. His mouth comes down on mine, and his tongue is forceful as he pushes it
into my mouth. His kiss consumes, possesses and sucks every ounce of doubt from
my thoughts. Our passion is almost tangible, and I strain to get closer as he
grips my bottom, squeezing firmly. I smooth my hands across his broad
shoulders, down his arms, loving the feel of his hard muscles as I run my hands
over his firm chest.
“Fuck, Cait,” he gasps against my lips.
When he lifts me up into his arms, I
press my mouth to his neck and suck against his skin. I nip and bite as he
crosses the room to lower me beside the bed.
“Fucking clothes off. Now!” he snarls as
he jerks the duvet and top sheet off the bed.
Our eyes lock as I hurry to pull my dress
off as he slides his jeans and briefs down his legs, his erection springs free
to stand tall and proud.
I still, my mouth going dry. He is so
freaking beautiful, I can’t take my eyes from him.
When he grips his erection and pumps his
hand along the length, I look up to meet his knowing blue gaze.
“Is this what you want, darlin’?” he asks with a lascivious smile.
I swallow with difficulty. “Yes,” I
breathe.
He walks slowly, purposefully toward me.
“On your knees.”
Rivi Jacks has a lifelong love of books, and she is a true believer in holding onto a good love story. One reason her attic and barn are full of the books she has collected through the years.
She lives in the Missouri Ozarks on a farm with her husband, and when not writing or reading, she likes to take long walks down country roads, cook, fish, and spend time with family and friends.
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