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Reese Regan isn’t a sex goddess and doesn’t want to be. But the job of her
dreams requires enrollment in the renowned Sex Goddess 101. To avoid a trip to
the unemployment line, Reese must pass the program and become Chicago’s next
seductress—or at least fake it convincingly. Her best friend, the ruggedly sexy
contractor Ben Hawk, helps her “fake” her way through the program, and the heat
between them flares. When trust is broken and secrets are revealed, it appears
they’ve traded years-long friendship for temporary passion. Will faking
something so important cost them their chance at something
real?
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“I think I’m going let Mark take me
out.”
His jaw ticked. “Don’t be stupid,
Reese.”
“Wha—”
He cut her off with his mouth. He
cupped her face in his big palm and brushed his lips across hers. He was warm
and gentle.
And from the first brush of his
lips, she wanted more.
Maybe tomorrow she’d blame the
tequila or maybe she’d blame the lingerie shopping or the dirty stories she’d
been logging into her notebook, but she moaned against him, loving the feel of
his mouth, the light scratch of his scruff. Ben was so painfully male. A hot and
delicious, long-denied craving.
Ben slanted his mouth over hers and
slipped his tongue inside. He tasted like beer. Like male. Like something wicked
and addictive. He wasn’t one of those rushed and sloppy kissers. He kissed like
it was making love. Like he had all the time in the world. Like his most
important task was kissing her. It was a kiss she’d known once and had never
forgotten.
He slid his hands under her jaw and
into her hair.
Reese grabbed a fistful of his shirt
in her hand and pulled him closer, thinking of his eyes on her in the dressing
room, thinking of the only other night they’d kissed.
He slid a hand behind her ass and
lifted her, pressing her between the wall and his body and nestling his hard-on
right between her legs. She gave a moan of approval and rubbed her tongue
against his, exploring his mouth for all she was worth. She reached around his
neck and slipped her fingers into his hair, tugging gently. Groaning, he pressed
himself even closer to her. She cursed the day denim was invented. She wanted
closer, closer even as part of her brain told her this was a mistake, told her
to end this before they ruined everything.
He tore his mouth from hers and
latched onto her neck. Sucking, nibbling, tasting until her eyes closed and she
arched into him.
His teeth grazed the shell of her
ear. His breath was hot as he whispered, “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let my
brother help you with the best parts of this program.”
Author of both contemporary and
paranormal romance, Lexi Ryan writes smart, spunky stories that sizzle. She
enjoys reading, sunshine, a good glass of wine, and rare trips to the beach with
her husband and children.
Lexi lives in Indiana where she
divides her time between her family, her writing, and her job as an English
professor. You can find her at her website: lexiryan.com
Contact Links:
E-mail: writerlexiryan@gmail.com
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