Bad Boys After Dark: Dylan
Bad Billionaires After Dark #2
By: Melissa Foster
Releasing December 21, 2016
World Literary Press
Sinfully sexy bar owner Dylan Bad has a thing for needy women. He’s a savior, a knight in shining armor, and his mighty talented sword has no trouble bringing damsels in distress to their knees. Enter Tiffany Winters, a gorgeous cutthroat sports agent who looks like sex on legs, fucks like she’s passion personified, and wouldn’t let a man help her if she was hanging onto a ledge and he was her only hope. One night and too much tequila might change their lives forever. The question is, will either one survive?
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With her phone pressed to her ear, Tiffany Winters ducked out of the rain and into the Kiss, an eclectic Manhattan bar, to return calls and take care of a mountain of text messages that had piled up during her dinner meeting. She listened to her client’s wife explain why she didn’t want her husband traveling too often to endorse a hotel chain Tiffany was planning on pitching to him next week. Her client had already nixed any mention of his family in the advertisements, and reducing his travel would make it an even harder sell.
“I hear your concern, Allison,” she said as she sat on a barstool. “If you and Matt decide this isn’t the right thing for your family, we’ll turn our efforts in another direction.” As a sports agent, dealing with significant others was part of the job, a part Tiffany enjoyed and other agents rued. Sure, some wives assumed their husband’s success granted them the power to be overly demanding. Ass kissing was part of the game. Sometimes she wished she could give the meeker wives lessons in how to be tough. Teach them to have balls as big as their husbands’ and come right out and say what they meant instead of beating around the bush with bullshit hypotheticals. She reminded herself often that not every woman grew up in a testosterone-laden house with two competitive older brothers and a father who won the Heisman in college and went on to play pro sports—a house where mincing words didn’t cut the mustard.
“You missed the wedding.”
The deep male voice drew Tiffany’s attention from her phone call to the fine specimen of a man standing behind the bar. He looked like he’d just stepped off a Hot Guys in Suits Pinterest page. His tie hung loosely around the collar of his white dress shirt, which was open three buttons deep, revealing a smattering of dark chest hair, a rarity nowadays, when so many men manscaped every inch of their bodies. Tiffany preferred a man to look like a man, which included hair in all the right places. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing heavily corded forearms, and his jacket hung casually from two fingers over his left shoulder. Her fingers itched to send the last few buttons—and that jacket—flying to the floor. The guy’s chiseled jaw and dark eyes were movie-star classic, and his dark hair was thick enough to hang on to. She’d had a long, hard day, and he looked like he could provide a long, hard, pleasure-filled night.
Holding his gaze, she spoke into the phone as he laid his jacket across the bar, giving her the impression he wasn’t the bartender, but rather a guest who’d happened to wander back there. “Allison, I’ll see what else I can come up with and get back to you. Right. Okay, hon. Thank you.” After ending the call, she responded to the stud behind the bar. “Wedding? Who gets married at a bar?”
“My brother, for one.” He nodded across the room to a group of men and women who were holding their glasses up in a toast.
She zeroed in on one she recognized as her tall, dark colleague. “Mick Bad is married?” The high-powered attorney was a workaholic like her, and he’d been unattached two months earlier, when they’d worked together on a deal for one of her clients. She’d never understand couples who claimed to fall in love practically overnight. Love was a crutch for weak people who needed someone else to lean on. Except Mick Bad had never needed anyone to lean on. She wondered if his new bride was pregnant.
“The one and only.” Hot guy’s eyes took a long, luxurious stroll down her body, lingered on her breasts, then roamed north, hovering around her mouth, before finally meeting her gaze. He flashed a wolfish grin full of sinful promises.
“Dylan Bad at your service.”
Pushing thoughts of her newly married colleague’s expedient nuptials aside, she focused on his very available brother. A definite player, which was fine with her. She had no time—or interest—in anything but a quick hookup, and the six-two or -three stud had already shot to the top of tonight’s fantasy list.
“What’s your pleasure?” he asked with more than a hint of innuendo.
You. Naked, with your head buried between my legs, to start.
“Surprise me.” She watched him turn to prepare her drink and checked out the way his dark slacks hugged his perfect ass. It had been a long time since she’d found a man this attractive. But Mick Bad’s brother? That spelled trouble.
Yet another Melissa Foster book that I have thoroughly enjoyed. I honestly don’t think there is a book of hers that I could not enjoy. I have read all about her Wild boys and I am so excited to be able to read about her Bad boys because, as I have come to learn, they truly are bad especially Dylan :).
Tiffany Winters’s life revolves around her business, setting up her own sports management agency in New York after having a successful one in California. Winters fits Tiffany perfectly as she is cutthroat, aggressive, and goes after what she wants. This, of course, results in a life that does to enable her to have that much down time or Tiffany time as Dylan says. This and her fear of getting her heart broken again after being burned in the past has left Tiffany determined to stay in control, which means romance wise she sticks to flings and not letting her get to close to anyone. Things were going according to plan until she meets Dylan Bad.
From the minute they meet sparks not only fly, they practically explode from the sexual tension. But as always, Tiffany does not let her control slip through her fingers making it perfectly clear to Dylan that this would only be a one time thing because she simply did not have the time. The only thing that Tiffany did not prepare for was just how persistent Dylan would be once he realized he wanted more from her than just one night. His determination holds true once he is able to see past the walls that Tiffany has built as they spend more and more time together.
Things definitely start out hot and heavy between Tiffany and Dylan as their initial meeting in Dylan’s bar quickly leading to them practically ripping at each other’s clothing in a cab. Their idea of a one night stand is paused but that does not stop the two of them from getting together and enjoying each other’s company. I will say that the beginning of the story where Tiffany and Dylan meet, banter ensues, and then they basically get down to business in the back of a cab seemed a little rushed to me. But what happens after that completely makes up for it as you see just how adorable and sexy Dylan is trying to win Tiffany over. I really enjoyed Tiffany because even though she was this workaholic her motives were justified. She was going after what she loved while also trying to protect her heart from getting hurt again. Unfortunately, there is no way in hell Tiffany stood a chance of keeping her heart guarded once she met Dylan because that man knows how to woo a woman. Dylan not only stole Tiffany’s heart in the end but he also stole a little bit of my heart too.