Welcome to this week's My Sexy Saturday. I'm sharing seven sexy paragraphs from my upcoming release, Hold Me Until Midnight, out on 9th June. Scarlett hired Jackson to be her fake date at her father's wedding, and in this snippet they both realize it's harder than they thought to keep their hands off each other :-)
“Fancy stuff?” There
was a faintly mocking note in her voice. “Like Dirty Dancing you mean?”
He slid his hands
over the curve of her hips. It didn’t help his resolve to keep things purely
professional between them.
His jaw grazed the
soft skin of her cheek. “I can do dirty.” He breathed the words against her
ear. “I just don’t do the dancing.”
So much for keeping
it professional.
She edged a little
closer. Without his meaning to, his hands slipped and he cupped her ass. Lust
spiked through his groin. God, that was the wrong move to make. She fit him
perfectly. With a silent curse he molded her waist instead.
“I can do the
dancing.” Scarlett’s whisper was husky. “Looks like we’re evenly matched,
Jackson.”
He tried not to think
about all the dirty things he’d like to do to her. With a primitive growl he
tugged her tight against his body. She gasped, whether at the way he held her
or because she could feel his dick digging into her, he wasn’t sure.
Every good girl loves a very bad boy…
Scarlett Ashford needs a date for her
father’s wedding. Only she doesn’t just need a guy in a suit—she needs a
bodyguard. The only problem is that Jackson Grayson is big and gorgeous
and way too sexy. So much so that Scarlett’s tempted to let this hot
bad boy ruin her oh-so-good reputation…
Jackson doesn’t do relationships and he certainly doesn’t sleep with clients. Yet he can’t fight their inconvenient attraction, or how badly he wants Scarlett’s warm and wicked curves against his body. He wants her. Now. Even if it’s just for one night, and even if walking away the next morning isn’t as easy as he thought.
Besides, one hot and incredibly intense night between a bad boy and a pampered princess could never turn into something real…could it?
Jackson doesn’t do relationships and he certainly doesn’t sleep with clients. Yet he can’t fight their inconvenient attraction, or how badly he wants Scarlett’s warm and wicked curves against his body. He wants her. Now. Even if it’s just for one night, and even if walking away the next morning isn’t as easy as he thought.
Besides, one hot and incredibly intense night between a bad boy and a pampered princess could never turn into something real…could it?
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