About INK EXPOSED
The Montgomery Ink series continues with the brother that deserves a second chance, and the woman who has always loved him.Alex Montgomery lost his first love and then proceeded to leave himself in the bottle. Only he and his ex-wife truly know why he fell so hard and so fast down a path he never thought he’d take. Now he’s clean, out of rehab, and learning how to be a Montgomery once again—a task that isn’t quite as easy as some of his family assumes. Tabby Collins is an honorary Montgomery and the organizational mastermind behind Montgomery Inc., the family’s construction company. She loves her planners, friends, and a certain dark-haired man who’s never given her a second glance. Alex is slowly re-immersing himself back into the world, but the demons he faced before aren’t out of the picture, and he’ll have to learn to rely on others to make it out whole. When Alex discovers that Tabby’s life is in danger, he not only finds a way to help her but also learns the true woman behind the soft smiles he’s always seen. Their romance won’t be an easy one, but nothing this passionate and heart-pounding ever is.
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When Alexander pulled into her driveway, she expected him to let her out and leave. Instead, he got out of the car with her and stalked toward her front door by her side. She didn’t say a word as she opened the door and took a step inside. She turned on her heel to say goodbye and thank him for walking her to her door; only he pushed past her and slammed the door closed.
“Excuse me,” she clipped. “I did not invite you into my home. If you’re going to be an asshole and judge me for my actions, you can get out right now. I don’t have to take it.”
“I like seeing the spark in your eyes, babe. That means you’re not stupid. But fuck, Tabitha, I still don’t know why you were out there.”
“And you don’t need to know.” No one did. “And don’t call me ‘babe.’”
His eyes darkened even more, and he took a step toward her. She leaned back and ended up pressed against the door, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. He reached out and traced her cheek with his finger, his gaze on hers.
“What am I going to do with you, Tabitha?”
She swallowed hard, unsure what to say. That was probably why she said what she did next. “What do you want to do with me?”
His eyes widened marginally as if she’d surprised him. “Are you sure you want to know?” He lowered his head, and she tilted her chin up ever so slightly.
Instead of answering, he pressed his forehead to hers. “You scared the shit out of me. Don’t do that again.”
She closed her eyes. “I can’t promise that.”
He cursed under his breath. “Then take me with you next time. But don’t go out again alone.” He paused. “Please.”
Once again, it was the please that did it. “Alexander—”
She didn’t have time to finish her statement—not that she knew what she was going to say anyway. Alexander crushed his mouth to hers, cupping her chin and forcing her to her tiptoes. She froze for a moment, wondering how the hell they’d ended up here. Then he cupped her breast, and she pushed all thoughts other than having his hands and lips on her out of her mind.
She moaned against him, rocking her body hard along his as he molded her breasts with his hands. As he roamed her body, she reached around to dig her fingers into his back, his ass. Anything she could hold on to.
And this man was all lean muscles so there was a lot of hard to hold on to.
He kissed down her neck and tugged on the collar of her jacket. She helped him by quickly stripping it off, the pool of soft fabric landing on the floor by her feet turning her on even more. He quickly did the same to his jacket, and they were back on each other, their hands touching what they could, their lips meeting in heat and breathlessness.
He growled before kissing down her chest and sucking her nipple through her long sweater and bra. She rocked her head back against the door, gripping him to keep herself steady since she knew her knees were about to give out.
“What are we doing?” she gasped, annoyed with herself for even asking the question.
His gaze met hers as he slowly slid his hand up under her sweater dress and over the seam of her leggings. He cupped her boldly, and her mouth went dry once again.
“What do you want to do?”
“Everything,” she gasped.