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intense, he travels a lot and everything else must fit in or buzz off.
Relationships don’t make a blip on his radar, and the world is really better
off without that thing called love.
beautiful, unknown brunette in his bed, his cage of perfect existence is
rattled. Said brunette turns out to be his little sister’s best
friend, there by his own unwitting invitation.
and what’s a man to do but to claim his side of the bed, with a whisper that
the situation is total fantasy material?
James’s unexpected arrival adds another dimension to her stay, especially since
her teenage fantasy is still larger than life and slipping between the sheets
open wider, whereas James wants to keep the lid on—Mila is a sweet innocent and
no way is he going to expose her to anything, especially not to the real James
control over his past and his heart. When his ex-girlfriend arrives out of the
blue, hell might just be a place where he’d rather be.
appeared in the entrance hall and Mila’s heart skipped a beat at seeing him. He
looked ruffled, his tie loose around his neck and his hair disheveled as if
he’d dragged his fingers through it too many times.
straighter, brushing the tendrils of hair from her face. “Hi.”
his laptop bag at the entrance and tossed his keys into the bowl on the table.
“Hi.” He closed in on her, and with each step he took, her heartbeat edged up a
notch. By the time he stood at her feet and she had to lean back to see his
face, her pulse was racing.
at the office?” she breathed, their earlier sexting running on repeat in her
down so that he couldn’t see her grin, but her eyes came level with a budding bulge
in his trousers and she had to look even lower. There was a rustle of fabric
and with a sigh, he dropped his jacket to the floor. She looked up to see him
tugging at his tie. He unknotted it slowly, intentionally, and her stomach did
a slow warm-up at seeing his fingers, the memory of him licking her juices off
them earlier as vivid as if he’d done so a second ago. The tie landed on top of
unfinished business.” He stared down at her as he started to roll up his
in the chair, sudden heat crashing through her at the look in his eyes. Yes, we do.
business dinner?” she whispered. She was in it deep this time.
time to finish rolling up his sleeves. Every cell in her beat in a frantic
tick-tock. She had no idea what he was getting up to, but within her, there was
an unruly reawakening of this morning’s unfulfilled desire.
He placed his hands on the armrests and bent over her. She wanted to lean back,
to get away from his gaze that didn’t break with hers, but she was trapped. His
lips were inches from hers, and hers felt dry in anticipation that he might
tongue across her lips, her breathing stalling as he bent over to run his lips
across her temple. At any moment he could slip lower, to her lips.
of searching for her mouth, he grazed her ear. “But that’s a good thing because
now I can take care of other… issues.”
her eyes as a heated wetness gushed between her legs. “What issues?”
called me a pussy tease.” He nibbled her earlobe and she dropped her head to
the side to give him access to her neck. “What does that even mean, Mila?”
the journeys they take us on without leaving the comfort of home. I’ve been
fortunate to have traveled to France, and this book was inspired by a visit to
Paris some years ago. We were walking in some narrow alley in the 1st arrondissement
of Paris, when I noticed a door with a single plaque with Club Privé written on
it. My imagination got going, and at some point, things got pretty wild. I’ve
wanted to write for a long time, but life had plans of its own. I’m grateful to
finally have time to write, and love writing contemporary and erotic romance in
far-flung settings. Taking readers on a journey of their own with my books is
part of the plot. Bon voyage!