by Kate Meader
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Published by Entangled on February 15th 2016
Genres: Chick Lit, Erotica, Romance
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Source: Tasty Book Tours
A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
His office temptation is now his full-blown fantasy…
Paying down her sister’s debts has left Emma Strickland with little more than the thrift store suit on her back. And as if the suckfest couldn’t get worse, she’s forced to moonlight as a waitress to support herself and her cat. At a strip club. Her uptight, sexy-as-hell boss Brody Kane can never find out.
Texas property tycoon Brody Kane hired Emma for her spreadsheet skills, but her prim and proper demeanor sealed the deal. There’s no room in his life for a sexy distraction … and yet, he can’t stop lusting after the delicious Ms. Strickland. And then he takes an important client to a Chicago strip club and gets the worst lap dance in adult entertainment history. From Emma.
Now that he knows his office good girl has a naughty streak, Brody makes it his mission to uncover her secrets, one steamy, illicit, over-the-desk encounter at a time. But Emma is hiding more than her side job, and her final secret could end up destroying them both.
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Brody had entered some sort of fever dream. East was west, up was down, and Ms. Strickland was a stripper who had just wrapped her typing fingers around his granite-hard cock.
His prim and proper personal assistant was neither prim nor proper, but he’d give her top marks on her next performance evaluation for personal. The hand stroking his dick was very personal indeed. No way in hell was he gifting sexy little Emma Strickland to whatever drunken louts remained out on the main floor. If he had to buy the damn club so he could stop her from working here, he would.
Right this minute, his gorgeous PA belonged to him.
His gorgeous stripper PA.
All these contradictions were driving him mad with curiosity, confusion, and mind-wiping lust. He had to know more about why she was here.
He had to know her.
His mouth returned home to hers, teasing, dragging a frustrated moan from her throat. She chased his lips but he pulled back, then went in again with a nip of her lower lip. Soft and pillowy. He shouldn’t be playing this game with her. It wouldn’t give him information. It would only frustrate.
“Hush, now, I’ll give you what you need.” He ground his cock against her hand, and her shocked gasp almost undid him. “That’s what you want, right?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “That’s—yeah, that’s—”
No, this is. Though it killed him, he removed her hand and hitched her leg over his hip so he could rub his best parts against her best parts. A grinding thrust had her moaning, a sound so sweet he longed to hear it over and over. If he could hear it along with his name when she came, it would be revelatory.
The problem was he might shoot off first.
He had to get her off quicker. Still with one hand under her ass, his other found the zipper at the side of her shorts and pulled, creating a gap for his searching fingers.
They both moaned as he entered taboo territory. She was already soaked, her slick heat spilling over his fingers. Every stroke ramped up her moans, drove him to brink. To feel her clamp down on his fingers as she rode them through her orgasm— The goal spurred him on. His mouth was so close to hers he could have kissed her again, accelerated the pace, but he didn’t want to miss her eyes, which had fluttered closed.
“Look at me when I make you come, Emma.”
Those eyes flew open, fiery blue suns exploding with desire.
He resumed his teasing stroke below and kept his gaze on his target: those beautiful lust-stoked pupils. Little silver sparks seemed to light up when he stroked a little slower. She liked it languorous. All women were different, but his experience was that most preferred it quick, more friction, get it done.
Not his Emma. She rocked against his hand, her mouth parted in a silent plea.
He turned his finger so the callus glanced over her clit. Her breathing quickened. She tried to say something but nothing emerged, her words lost in the build to her orgasm.
He had always enjoyed puzzles, working things out, moving pieces around until it made sense. Ms. Strickland did not make sense.
He would learn her.
He plunged two fingers in and thumbed her clit, spreading moisture over where she was most sensitive. She cried out and locked down around his digits.
“That’s it. Squeeze me tight, baby. Give me a preview of what my cock can expect.”
Shit, he needed to shut that down. Not chatty by nature, in Brody, lust seemed to open some conduit in his brain and tap into his basest desires, producing a torrent of dirty talk most women blushed to hear. A nice girl like Emma Strickland would not enjoy his trucker mouth, but then he recalled that he was no longer dealing with a nice girl.
His dick was still contained, and this was already the hottest fuck of his life.