Dani Loves Dallas
Publisher: Resplendence Publishing
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Dallas Caulfield had a pretty good life until Dani Stewart arrived. She makes
him feel things he thought buried and brings about a rivalry with his best
friend, Cal Ryder.
Dani is looking for a break from a
job where she flies non-stop and Dallas fits the bill nicely. Dani barely has a
chance to have any fun when Cal, a one-night stand, gets in the way.
Cal never got over his fascination with Dani. So he agrees
to share her with Dallas. As the lovers delve deeper, secrets arise. Cal is
willing to risk everything to acquire the woman he loves. There’s only one
problem, Dani loves Dallas.
Read a short excerpt...
“Hot Damn!” Dallas Caulfield shifted
uncomfortably and swore under his breath. A small girl retrieving her pink
luggage from the carousel frowned up at him. Apparently his curse wasn’t quiet
enough. His only excuse was his inability to control his reaction to the sexy
stewardess he was picking up from the airport. Danielle Stewart, with hair the
color of his black bay, porcelain skin and eyes that matched her navy blue
outfit, was a walking goddess.
“I sure hope you’re Dallas.” Her voice
was breathless as she stared at the sign he gripped, “Because I really don’t
have time to deal with a potential stalker.” She grinned wide.
“Uh, yeah.” He looked down at her
scrawled name. He knew her the minute she came into his view. He’d seen pictures
of her at Buck and Chastity’s in Montana.
“Great. Let’s go to the car, shall
we?” Danielle took strides and Dallas couldn’t help but wonder if he’d rather
see her coming or going as he admired her assets from behind.
“Where’s the fire?” He managed to
catch up with her outside the terminal.
“In there.” She nodded back at the
building, “I just did back to back shifts across the fricken’ country. I had to
get out before someone grabbed me for another.” She rested on her luggage,
crossing her legs.
Dallas swallowed hard as Danielle’s
skirt inched up. Were knees supposed to be sexy?
“Sorry. I don’t mean to sound
ungrateful. I really appreciate you putting me up for the week. But right now
all I’m interested in is going to bed.” She rubbed the back of her calves.
“Of course.” Dallas knew what she
meant, but the way she phrased her exhaustion made him imagine her naked beneath
him. Damn! His jeans tightened over his cock. Dallas regretted not wearing
khakis; his erection demanded the extra room.
“So where are you parked?” She looked
out over the parking ramp.
“Company car, which reminds me…”
Dallas took out his phone and dialed his driver. “Roger, you want to pick us up
at terminal two, parking ramp H. It’s green.”
“Yep I got it, boss. See you in a
few.” Roger’s voice came loudly through the earpiece.
“Great.” Dallas folded the phone shut.
“Roger will be here in a few minutes, and then I’ll take you back to the ranch
so we can go to bed.”
“Oh. You’re joining me?” She winked a
big blue eye at him.
“I mean you can go to bed. I’ll be
there but not in bed with you, of course.”
“Darn.” She pouted. He was certain her
modest sulk was for effect.
Dallas didn’t have time to banter with
her. Roger rounded the corner to park the company car in front of them.
Roger made short work of Danielle’s
luggage. He placed the bags in the trunk before quickly opening the door for
Dallas was impressed. Roger was an
excellent employee, but Dallas doubted the driver ever worked with such energy
Once they were seated inside the limo,
Danielle kicked off her matching heels and began rubbing her feet over her legs.
Dallas groaned. He leaned back into
his seat captivated by her long legs. He wondered what they would feel like
wrapped around his flanks as he drove into her. Dallas imagined her heels
pressing against his flesh pushing him deeper inside. A groan escaped his mouth.
“Again, I can’t tell you how relieved
I am that you are putting me up. Ever since I started taking the airline’s
western flights, it’s been harder than heck to get a day off. You have no idea
how ruthless they can be; if I stay in the company endorsed hotel, they find me.
I prefer going off the grid so to speak.” She continued massaging her feet.
“Why do you wear the heels if they are
so uncomfortable?” His curiosity got the best of him.
He nodded straight at Danielle rubbing
“No really, they aren’t. I’m just glad
to be out of them. Besides they make the legs look good.” She stopped.
Dallas didn’t think her legs really
needed any help, but he knew better than to say so. He couldn’t help but wonder
why she stayed employed with the airlines if she didn’t like it. He knew the
economy was tough and most people weren’t as lucky as his family. She just
seemed damned unhappy.
Danielle loosened the scarf she tucked
beneath her blazer. She pulled the fabric out. Dallas’s mouth watered at the
swells revealed beneath. He saw flashes of purple silk and realized only the
jacket lay between him and her lingerie. What the hell was the matter with him?
He wasn’t some untried youth who’d never laid a woman. Well not a woman like
Danielle, all curves and silk underwear. She was overwhelming to all his senses.
“So what do you do, cowboy?” Danielle
settled into her seat. Her hair blended into the dark fabric, contrasting
sharply with her ivory skin.
“I’m the chief financial officer of
Caulfield Cattle and Oil at your service, ma’am.” He tipped his Stetson towards
“Sounds like a bunch of cash burning a
hole in your pocket.” She whistled.
Dallas was never ashamed of his
family’s money, but now he was uncomfortable. He looked at Danielle who
continued to rub her feet. In front of him was a woman who worked long stretches
without much time off. He originally was inconvenienced at even coming to get
her. Now, he was a capital ass; there was no doubt in his mind.
“Are you okay?” She waved at him as if
he were stunned. He was. He had no idea how he was supposed to manage his
reaction with her. Dallas knew her for nearly thirty minutes and she’d already
managed to wreck the steady calm he was known for among his relations.
“I’m fine, just a bit shell-shocked.”
“Oh?” She crossed her legs.
Dallas shifted uncomfortably in his
seat. Damn hard-on.
“You’re not what I expected.” He hoped
Danielle appreciated his honesty.
“Did you expect a blond bimbo with a
stacked rack?” Her eyes darkened as she voiced her accusation.
“Of course not, I’ve seen pictures of
you. In the flesh, I knew exactly what to expect. However, your directness
“Sorry, I can be a bit nippy.” She
“No. Overall, I like it.” He
instinctively dropped his gaze to her nipples.
“You like direct women?” Danielle bent
forward, giving him a fine view of her ample bust.
“I don’t know. You’re the first I’ve
met in a long time.” Dallas didn’t withhold his heated gaze.
Danielle sidled over to his side of
“That must be very disappointing for
you.” She rested her slender hand on his inner thigh, her tapered red nails
scraping against his balls.
Dallas couldn’t stop the groan that
slipped past his lips.
“Would you like me to touch your bare
cock?” her velvet voice whispered. The tiny hairs on his neck stood at
attention, just like his shaft straining against the buckle of his jeans.
“Yes.” His voice was strained.
Danielle teased her thumb underneath
the waistband until her index and middle fingers rested against his button-fly.
First she loosened the belt until the leather was free of the denim loops. Then,
Danielle slowly undid each button giving his erection desperately needed
His shaft already managed to work free
of his boxers.
“Hmm. Nice.” Her soft touch grazed his
cock, rubbing the underside until there was a rhythm where his hips responded.
He bucked against her capable touch.
“Are you going to cum in my hand,
cowboy?” Her voice beckoned him like a siren.
“God. Yes, Danielle,” he cried out her
name as if saying her name would give him some sort of power in a scenario where
he had none.
“Call me Dani.” She leaned farther
forward. Her pink lips getting closer were his undoing.
“Dani,” he groaned as his seed spilled
onto her and the purple fabric of her lingerie.