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  Take Me in the Dark

  Take Me #2

  R.L. Kenderson

  Take Me in the Dark

  Copyright © 2020 by Renae Au and Lara Kennedy

  All rights reserved.

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-950918-11-9

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  Editor: Jovana Shirley, Unforeseen Editing, www.unforeseenediting.com

  Cover Art: R.L. Kenderson, www.rlkenderson.com/rlcoverdesigns

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  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Note to Readers

  Prologue

  1. Tommy

  2. Olivia

  3. Tommy

  4. Olivia

  5. Tommy

  6. Olivia

  7. Tommy

  8. Olivia

  9. Tommy

  10. Olivia

  11. Tommy

  12. Olivia

  13. Tommy

  14. Olivia

  15. Tommy

  16. Olivia

  17. Tommy

  18. Olivia

  19. Tommy

  20. Olivia

  21. Tommy

  22. Olivia

  23. Tommy

  24. Olivia

  25. Tommy

  26. Olivia

  27. Tommy

  28. Olivia

  29. Tommy

  30. Olivia

  31. Tommy

  32. Olivia

  33. Tommy

  34. Olivia

  35. Tommy

  36. Olivia

  37. Tommy

  38. Olivia

  39. Tommy

  40. Olivia

  41. Tommy

  42. Olivia

  Epilogue

  Take Me in the Night Excerpt

  About the Author

  Also by R.L. Kenderson

  Take Me in the Dark

  Olivia

  When I met Tommy, I knew he was a grade-A jerk. After all, the first thing he said to me was that my orgasms must suck and be super boring. I didn’t even know the guy. And he certainly didn’t know me.

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  Tommy

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  I might not have known Olivia, but I knew her kind. Strong and confident to the world, but behind closed doors, she needed a good, hard f*ck.

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  Several years later, we meet up again, and I offer to be the man to do that for her.

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  But is she ready for all I have to give? Because I want her to take it all.

  Note to Readers

  This book is an erotic romance for entertainment purposes only. This story is pure fantasy. Please always practice safe sex and use protection.

  Prologue

  Ring.

  Addison Graham Wolfe shut her bedroom door and answered her phone. “Hey, Olivia,” she said as she lay on her bed.

  It was Maddox’s night to put the boys to bed, so she was going to enjoy a moment of talking on the phone with her friend in peace.

  “Hey, Addison. I saw that you’d called. Everything okay?”

  Addison laughed. “Yes, everything is fine.”

  Ever since Olivia Mayer had represented Addison’s now husband—then boyfriend—against an attempted murder charge a few years ago, she always asked if everything was okay.

  “If I needed your help, I would text you 911 or leave you a call me back right now voice mail.”

  One good thing that had come out of the situation was that Addison and Olivia were closer. In college and law school, they hadn’t done much hanging out together outside the classroom besides getting together to study. But since Maddox’s arrest, the two of them had become better friends. Addison and Maddox had gone to Des Moines a few times to see Olivia since then.

  Olivia chuckled.

  “Things are good. Maddox has really settled into his role as the sheriff, and work is the same for me.”

  “Until you defend someone that your husband has arrested.”

  “He doesn’t do the arresting. His deputies do.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  Addison shrugged even though Olivia couldn’t see her. “Eh, they’re minor crimes. If I had a serious case, I know who to call.”

  “Is that why you called me?” Olivia’s voice brightened.

  Addison frowned. “Sorry, no. Aren’t things exciting enough for you in Des Moines?”

  Olivia sighed. “No…things are good. I’m finishing up a big case, and I cannot wait for it to be over.”

  That didn’t sound like Olivia. She loved going head-to-head in cases.

  “Is everything okay?”

  She didn’t answer right away. “Yes. Everything is fine. Or it will be.”

  “Are you sure?” Addison was starting to worry.

  “Yes, I’m sure. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  “When’s the last time you took a vacation?”

  “Uh…”

  “I’ll answer that for you. So long that you can’t even remember. Why don’t you and Ray go somewhere fun? Your firm is big enough now, so you can take a few days off. They don’t need you to be there every day to run everything.”

  Olivia cleared her throat. “Ray and I broke up.”

  Addison sat up. “Oh no. What happened?”

  “It’s not important.” Olivia’s voice said otherwise.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  Olivia sighed. “It’s embarrassing.”

  “The only person I’m judging is Ray.”

  “He sent me a text about a week ago to say it was over because I was boring in bed.”

  Addison winced. Ouch. “He broke up with you in a text? Asshole.”

  Olivia chuckled. “Thanks for not focusing on the boring in bed part.”

  “That’s on Ray, not you.”

  “It’s still humiliating, especially when I know what a great sex life you have.”

  As if on cue, Maddox pushed the bedroom door open and silently walked in their bedroom. Addison lay back down and admired her husband as he stripped off his shirt, showing off his muscular body.

  Olivia was right. She did have a great sex life.

  If only Olivia could find herself a man like Addison’s husband.

  Maddox pulled his phone out of his pocket and tossed it on their bed before he shucked off his pants and threw them on the wicker chair in the corner. Addison watched Maddox walk into the connected bathroom and was disappointed when her eye candy was out of sight.

  “Addison, are you still there?”

  “Yeah, I’m here. You need to find a man who fucks you like Maddox fucks me.”

  Olivia gagged. “My ears. I can’t unhear that.”

  Addison laughed. “I’m sorry. Did I offend your delicate senses?”

  Olivia laughed, too. “Yes.”

  Addison turned onto her side. “I’m serious though.” She gasped as an idea came to her. “I know. You need to go on vacation somewhere with a friend, find a single guy that you’re never going to meet again, have him fuck you silly, and come home. Maybe if you find someone you’ll never see again, you’ll let go a little.”

  Addison felt bad for Olivia and her breakup, but she knew t
hat Olivia was kind of stiff in bed. She had admitted so to Addison. In all fairness, Ray probably wasn’t entirely to blame about things ending because Olivia would often put work before intimacy with her partner. Addison understood how important sex was to a relationship. He was still an asshole for breaking up with Olivia through a text message though.

  “Are you offering to go on vacation with me?”

  Addison closed her eyes and pictured a beautiful beach on the ocean, where the weather was the perfect temperature, and she sighed. But reality set in, and she opened her eyes. “I wish. Maybe when I’m done nursing Thane, we can go somewhere together.” Thane was only five months old, and she wanted to make it until he was a year before she stopped nursing. She’d done the same for Spencer, who was now two years old. “I’ll just have to make sure not to get pregnant again right away.”

  “They do make this thing now called birth control.”

  “You’re so funny. I was on the minipill. I just forgot to start back on the regular pill once I stopped breastfeeding. I won’t make that mistake again. I have an IUD now.” Addison loved her kids, but if she had another right away, she might go insane.

  “Great. Then, let’s make tentative plans to go somewhere together. It’s summer now anyway. We should do it when it’s cold outside and we’re freezing our asses off.”

  “Hmm…Thane will be a year old in February,” Addison said with a smile. But she soon lost it. “But that doesn’t take care of you now.”

  “Yeah, but February’s not that far away. Right?”

  Maddox’s phone vibrated on the bed, and a notification popped up.

  Flash: Tickets booked. Will forward flight info. Can’t believe I’ll be there in just under a month.

  Addison grinned as a plan began to take shape in her mind.

  Flash was the nickname for Tommy Morelli, a former SEALs teammate of Maddox’s. He and Olivia had met once, and while the two of them hadn’t exactly hit it off, Addison had sensed some sparks. Plus, if anyone could sex up Olivia, it would be a Navy SEAL. Especially one like Flash, who had gotten his nickname for a reason.

  “I have a better idea.”

  “What is it?” Olivia asked just as Maddox exited the bathroom.

  “Why don’t you come here for Brook Days next month? Will your current case be over by then?”

  Maddox’s eyebrows flew up.

  “We’re on track to be finished with closing arguments in the next two weeks or so. What weekend is Brook Days?” Olivia asked.

  Addison told her and added, “But come for more than just the weekend. Come for a week or two. It’s not the ocean, but it’ll get you away from the city. And we could always go to the lake and sit on the beach if we have the time.”

  “Let me check my calendar,” Olivia said.

  “I’ll wait.”

  “Who are you talking to?” Maddox asked.

  Addison pulled the mouthpiece away and sat up. “Olivia.”

  Maddox chuckled and shook his head. “You know that’s when Tommy’s going to be here.”

  Addison forced a confused look on her face. “Oh, it is? I completely forgot.”

  “What did you say, Addison?” Olivia asked.

  Addison moved her phone back to her mouth. “Oh, nothing. Maddox was talking to me.”

  “Oh. So, if my current case is finished and I can get one of the other partners to take a small case, I should be able to make it work.”

  “That’s the best news.”

  “Are you sure I won’t be in the way?”

  “Nope. You can stay in my old apartment above my office. No one is renting it right now, so you can have your own space.”

  And no one was renting the Carson brothers’ apartment either. The Carson brothers owned the building next to hers. Being neighbors had worked for her and Maddox. It might influence Olivia and Tommy, too.

  “I like that idea.”

  “Yes. This will be so much fun.”

  Olivia laughed. “Whatever you say. I’d better go. Tell Maddox hi for me.”

  “Olivia says hi,” Addison relayed the message and held out the phone.

  “Hi, Olivia,” Maddox said loud enough for Olivia to hear.

  “See you next month,” Olivia shouted.

  “Okay, but I just have to warn you—”

  Addison quickly brought the phone back to her ear. “Sorry, Olivia, gotta go.”

  “Wait. What was Maddox going to warn me about?”

  Addison fake laughed. “Just the boys. They’re a handful. Please say you’ll still come.”

  “I’ll still come.”

  Addison looked over at her husband, who had his hands on his hips. She smiled at him. “Okay. We’ll talk later. See you soon.”

  “See you soon. Bye.”

  Addison ended the call before Maddox could say anything else and flopped onto her back, her heart racing.

  “Addison, what did you do?”

  “Nothing. I invited Olivia here for a break.”

  The bed dipped as Maddox put a knee on it. “Did you purposely invite her for when Tommy will be here?”

  Addison winced. “I plead the fifth.”

  “That’s lawyer talk for guilty.” Maddox lay down next to her.

  “So what if I did? Those two need to hook up.”

  “Isn’t that for them to decide?”

  Addison rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to tie them up and force them to have sex. But if they happen to be around each other and get a little turned on…who am I to stop them?”

  Maddox shook his head and laughed. “This is going to be a disaster.”

  “No, it won’t. You’ll see.”

  “Okay, but don’t get mad at me when I tell you I’m right.”

  “I won’t because you won’t say that.”

  “Whatever you say.” Maddox rolled on top of her. “Now, speaking of being tied up and sex…”

  Addison threw her arms around his neck. “What do you have in mind?”

  1

  Tommy

  I exited the airplane and pulled out my phone, turning off Airplane Mode. The first notification that popped up was a text message from my friend Maddox.

  Mad Dog: Sorry, running late. The baby wouldn’t go to sleep, and I didn’t want to leave Addison alone with both kids crying.

  I shuddered. Two kids under three. Mad Dog was crazy. It wasn’t any wonder he’d jumped at the chance to have me visit.

  Don’t get me wrong. He loved his wife and his two boys, but I also knew him well enough to know that he was probably climbing the walls.

  I could relate. Since my forced retirement from the Navy around four months ago, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I had picked up a few odd jobs here and there, but they were boring and nothing like being a SEAL.

  So, when Mad Dog had invited me to Iowa, I’d booked my plane tickets for as soon as the orthopedic surgeon said I would be cleared for a vacation.

  My phone buzzed as another text came in.

  Mad Dog: I’ll probably be an hour late.

  Eh. It was just an hour. That was what I got for getting into town late at night. I’d sat longer in the same position, waiting for a signal to take action. Sitting in an airport bar, drinking a nice beer, was like a holiday compared to being overseas and hiding from the enemy.

  Me: Text me when you’re close. I’ll meet you at the curb for Arrivals.

  I turned off my screen and slung my carry-on over my shoulder. I didn’t wait for Maddox to reply. I knew he had my back.

  I headed for the nearest place that sold alcohol. Unfortunately, the Des Moines airport wasn’t very big, even with its international status, and I didn’t have a lot of options. The food court was out, so I headed upstairs, where I found a bar.

  I took a seat, ordered a draft beer, and pulled out a book.

  I was two chapters in and half a drink down when I felt someone approach me.

  “Whatcha reading?”

  One would think that a person holding
a book would be a good signal to leave them alone. More often than not, it wasn’t.

  I marked my page with my thumb and glanced up.

  A woman stood before me in an outfit that looked way too uncomfortable for traveling. She wore a short dress with a plunging neckline that wasn’t exactly airport attire. Most people I knew dressed for comfort before getting on a plane.

  “Do you really want to know what I’m reading?” I asked.

  She put her hand on her hip and laughed. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

  I shrugged. “Why? It’s just a waste of time.”

  “I like you,” she said.

  “Okay.” I didn’t care if she liked me or not.

  With her platinum-blonde hair, fake nails, and heavy makeup, she wasn’t my type. Plus, the chances were high that I would never see her again.

  She slinked toward me and ran a long fingernail down my arm. “You’re so big.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I was six feet three inches and heavily muscled, thanks to genetics and the military. Although I had retired, I kept up my daily workouts and tried to eat healthy. My knee might have taken a shit on me, but the rest of my body was still in its prime as far as I was concerned. Forty was the new thirty, and I was only thirty-eight.