Dirty Deal (A Perfectly Matched Novel) (Entangled Brazen) by Christine Bell Page A

come a grinding need.
    Her body tensed, and she tossed her head back, teeth bared. He tightened his grip on her hair as he growled low in his throat. She was close…so close.
    “Come for me.”
    He pounded his cock into her, increasing the pressure of his fingers. Her legs shook from the tension, and her breath came fast. She froze, and then all hell broke loose.
    “Ahh, fuck yeah,” she cried out, her pussy gripping his dick as she came.
    All thoughts of silence fled as his own orgasm slammed through him. Hot liquid pulsed from his swollen cock, and he shouted, oblivious to their surroundings now. Intense waves of pleasure crashed over him, rocking him on his heels. Serena would have none of it, as she pushed back against him, making sure he stayed deep inside her until he was drained.
    He collapsed against her, folding his torso against her back, heart still jackhammering against his ribs, with only one thought in his head, and that was how to get her to do that with him again…
    And soon.
    …
    Five minutes. Less, maybe, and Dr. Bryan Metcalf had wrecked her. Now, as her body cooled and the adrenaline faded, she didn’t have a single clue how to handle it.
    She’d had her share of one-night stands in the past, but always at the guy’s house because it allowed for a quick and easy getaway. There was a comfort in being able to slip out with your panties and dignity in the wee hours of the morning. No good-byes, no small talk.
    But she hadn’t thought this out and now here she was with her new…business associate, half naked and stranded without her car on the sandy shoreline.
    He’d just pulled away and finished dealing with the condom when she finally found her voice to speak.
    “Well, um, that was really nice, Doc,” she said, wishing she sounded a little less breathless.
    “Agreed,” he said, a slow grin splitting his handsome face. His gaze drifted lower and she suddenly she felt exposed and weirdly…vulnerable. Nudity had never bothered her before, but then again, they were on a public beach. It only made sense she felt that way. It had nothing to do with Bryan and everything to do with the circumstances. She slipped her dress back on as he buttoned his shirt and fastened his pants, and the world shifted back on its axis.
    This was how they would be seeing each other for the next few weeks or so. Fully dressed, which was good. Far less tempting. And now that she’d seen everything else he had to offer, her curiosity was satisfied, which meant they could both move on.
    Professionally.
    He was staring at her, and she tried desperately to remember what they’d been saying.
    Right. Leaving.
    “So, yeah. Let’s call it a night. I’ve got…some things to do tomorrow anyway,” she hedged, wondering if it would be weird to just phone for a cab rather than suffer the awkwardness of riding with him in the limo now.
    He gave her a wry smile. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
    “Nice to be on the same page with someone for once, am I right?” she said, forcing a grin in return. For all the discussion about their mutual distaste of relationships beforehand, she’d expected to feel a lot less awkward after the fact. She only hoped that faded before they saw each again in an entirely different capacity.
    The only thing that should matter was they’d enjoyed each other’s company and were both getting what they wanted: the ability to walk away entirely satisfied and free of guilt.
    She slipped on her shoes, and he steadied her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“I’ll call you in the next couple of days for details.”
    “Details?” he asked.
    “For the events. And for the photo shoots and stuff. We’ll draw up a contract,” she nodded. “Or Grace will.”
    “Right, sounds good.”
    He led her back into the restaurant in silence, and she gathered up her purse while he spoke to the waiter and dealt with the bill. On the ride home, she made small talk so he would see she wasn’t just saying