Have you ever been so desperate you made a decision that would haunt you forever? Jess has. She became a porn star. Jess is on the run from her past. She has no friends, no life. She tries to forget everything that happened to her all those years ago. After changing her image, leaving her home and getting a new job, she’s determined it won’t happen again. If that means never being close to anyone ever again, then so be it. If only Hunter O’Reilly didn’t make her wish things could be different. Hunter needs this job. After being screwed over by his partner—make that ex-partner—his investigation business is on the line. Already in debt, he eagerly takes on the job of finding some stolen money at triple his going rate and all leads point in Jess’s direction. He expects problems at that price. But he doesn’t expect to fall for her. However, no job is ever that simple. When he’s forced to spend more time with her, the lines between business and pleasure are blurred. And once Jess’s life comes under threat, they have to make a decision, can they both overcome Jess’s past?
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“I won’t apologize for behaving
like a gentleman,” I snap.
Both brows rise and she crosses
her arms across her chest. “Is that what that was? Behaving like a gentleman?
Because it looked to me like you were acting like… like…”
“Say it.”
“Like a fucking jilted lover.”
Godammit. Now I’ve got visions
of all the things I would do to her if I really were her lover. I can just
imagine peeling off that tight t-shirt, taking down those little shorts. Tearing into her tights. Feeling that
warm skin against mine. Tasting it. I hold back a groan and focus on her
blazing eyes. And not on the way the
street lights highlight her slightly golden skin, or brings out tiny blonde
streaks in her hair.
“You know what, it’s too much.
Just back off, please.”
I stiffen. What the hell?
“Just because I’m handling your
account and you come to the bar a lot doesn’t mean we’re friends. And just
because I—”
“Hit me in the head with a
door?”
“I said I was sorry! Look, I
think you should find somewhere else to drink from now on. The regulars won’t
welcome you back.”
Christ, if I’d been thinking
with my head instead of my cock, I would have played this whole thing better. I
am better than this. Problem is, if I’m not following her or spending time with
her, she’s all I think about. I have been acting crazy. And I’m just about to
screw up the best paying case of my life. I need to salvage this. Fast.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I take
a step forward and see the flutter of panic in her eyes. “I like you.
“Hunter—” Her hands land on my
chest as I come closer. If I glance down will I see smoke rising? As it feels
as though her palms must be singeing a hole in my shirt. I don’t even want to
think about how hot and hard my cock is.
“I don’t know why, Jess, but I
can’t stop thinking about you…”
At some point I’ve stopped
lying. Shit, what is it about this woman that makes me lose control of my
mouth?
“Well, I don’t like you,” Jess
declares.
”Sure about that?” I murmur as I
lower my head.
She looks up at me, the whole
deer caught in the headlights expression on her face, and I feel gratified
she’s as lost as I am. If I don’t get to taste those lips, I’m going to go
insane. I need to know.
“Just one taste,” I whisper
against her lips.
She nods. I think. Well, she
doesn’t move. Jess seems to be frozen but her fingers dig into my chest and I
take that as the go ahead. I skim my lips over hers and dart my tongue out to
sample the seam of her lips. She tastes so good. My body is on fire with need.
Hands landing on her hips, I hold her close and pin her forcefully against me.
She gasps, giving me the opportunity to take her mouth in a deep, desperate
kiss. Her tongue meets mine and I close my eyes so I can concentrate on the
sensation.
Jess bunches my shirt in her
hands. I think I hear a button snap. But it’s not enough. If I’m going to do
this once, I’m going to do it properly. I bring my hands up to her face and cup
both cheeks, bending her back marginally. She’s vulnerable and open to me, her
breasts are crushed against my chest and her heart thuds wildly against my
skin.
Rocking my hips into her, I
press deeper still, holding her face vehemently. The tiniest moan echoes
between us and I answer it with a groan.
“So good.” I break away briefly
to drag my lips across her cheek to her ear. “You taste so good.”
About the author:
Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She traditionally writes historical romances involving chivalrous knights and hot highlanders, but occasionally dabbles in contemporary romance.
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