Risk It
Rule Breakers # 4
Rule Breakers # 4
By: Jennifer Chance
Releasing June 2nd, 2015
Loveswept
Jennifer Chance’s
Rule Breakers series turns up the heat as a wealthy playboy and a beautiful con
artist engage in a high-stakes game of seduction.
As dominating in
business as he is in bed, Rand Sterling Winston IV always gets what he wants.
And even before he realizes that she’s scammed him into paying triple the cost
for her friend’s painting, he wants Dani Michaels. To catch her alone, Rand
demands that she personally deliver his purchase. The attraction between them
is immediate and electric, and he knows she feels it, too. So when the
part-time petty thief rebuffs his advances, he gives her a choice: a night in
jail or an evening with him.
Despite her
checkered past, Dani has never met someone like Rand: brooding, intense, and oh
so tempting. Only a man with a broken soul could make control feel this
dangerous. Still, when Rand proposes a no-strings, no-holds-barred affair,
Dani’s more than a little intrigued. It’ll be the trickiest con she’s ever run
and a chance to indulge her steamiest fantasies—nothing more. But as their
encounters grow increasingly intimate, Dani uncovers a vulnerable side to
Rand’s steely exterior and opens her heart to the ultimate risk.
“I really must be
going.” Dani turned, offering a smile. She had a clear run at the door, and she gestured to the painting. “I hope you enjoy
it.”
“Let me get you a
receipt.”
“That’s not—”
“I insist.” Rand
turned to his desk, swiveling the notepad around and tearing free a loose sheet. He jotted down a quick note of thanks,
signed and dated it. Dani had followed him to the desk.
“Truly, it isn’t
necessary, Mr. Winston,” she said as he handed it to her. She opened her purse,
and he heard the telltale buzz of her silenced phone. She didn’t even look at
it, but the effect it had on her was instantaneous, her artfully easy manner
now going tight as a drum.
“Necessary,” he
mused, and something in his voice made her glance up sharply. The shiver of
control it took for her to not step back from him was obvious, but Rand wasn’t
about to let her get away a second time. “And do you always do only what is
necessary?”
“Saves time,” she
said again. But her eyes were on his lips, and he felt the attraction between
them like a living thing. He lifted a hand, and while her body didn’t flinch,
her eyes did.
Another surge of
emotion blazed through him, this one hotter, less controlled. He didn’t
understand that flinch of hers, the reflex she could not quite quell. But he
knew the reaction wasn’t about him, and he wanted her to only think of him in this moment—to have the same
intensity of emotion, the same nerves, the same trepidation, even a little
fear. He didn’t mind her fearing him. He expected it. But the nature of that
fear was what intrigued him.
“Ah, fuck it,” Dani
said, startling him again. She stepped into his body, reaching up to draw his
head toward hers. “I don’t have all goddamned night.”
She kissed him,
hard, and the spears of desire touched together at their tips, igniting Rand
with need. Still, he didn’t move forward, just let Dani pull him closer in,
sensing that the deepening of the kiss was something she hadn’t planned for.
His hands went naturally to her waist, and felt large against the curve of her
hips, anchoring her almost possessively. She pulled away—or tried to, her body
leaning back even as he kept her still and tight. Her smile was satisfied
against his lips, and understanding lit through him. She’d won, he realized. By
controlling the kiss between them, by taking the initiative and coming to him,
instead of waiting for him to come to her, she had won.
“Was that what you
wanted, Miss Michaels?” he asked, and he deliberately kept the teasing
challenge in his voice.
She drew in a sharp
breath, but didn’t take the bait. “Everything I could have hoped for,” she
said, leaning back with a smug grin.
He lifted his
brows. “Did I just experience sexual harassment?”
Dani’s smile
flashed a little more broadly now. “I do apologize, sir. I was just so swept
away.”
“Hmm.” He eyed her.
“You didn’t seem terribly swept away. I must be losing my touch. Perhaps I
should try again.”
“No, no. That won’t
be necessary,” Dani’s words were a little too quick, a little too breathless,
and she seemed to know it. She licked her lips, then colored at that action as
well. “If we’re finished here, I’ll be on my way.”
“But we’re not
finished here.” Rand could feel the heat radiating off her, liquid with
intensity, and he dipped his head lower. “And you don’t strike me as someone
who leaves the game before it’s done.”
“And yet I really
need to be going.”
“You can leave at
any time, Miss Michaels.” And it was true. He’d dropped his hands from her hips
and she just stood there now in the lee of his body, her eyes fixed on his. Her
breathing was unsteady, and a pulse jumped just below her jaw, her breasts
rising and falling beneath the narrow slit of her neckline. Her reaction to him
was undeniable, and Rand’s resulting determination was direct and absolute.
Dani Michaels was going to be his. He could see his hands moving over her body, trapping those breasts
in his hands, squeezing them, his fingers teasing the tender nipples until she
stood on tiptoe, her mouth slack with need for him, her skin shimmering with
heat.
He hovered over her
lips, waiting for her to break, and Dani stood frozen before him. He was
letting her make the final call, but there was no way anyone would believe she
was winning this round.
Not by a long shot.
“Shall I kiss you
again?” Rand brushed his lips against hers and they opened on a sigh. He curved
his mouth into a hard smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Jennifer Chance is the
award-winning author of the new adult Rule Breakers series. A lover of books,
romance, and happily-ever-afters, she lives and writes in Ohio.
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