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Compromising Her Position
a Compromise Me Novel
Samanthe Beck
Releasing November 16, 2015
Entangled Brazen
A sexy category romance from
Entangled's Brazen imprint...
He's not who she expected, but he's
exactly the man she needs…
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into
a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the
suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St.
Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the
bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who
grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to
mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three
acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St.
Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two
seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that
"bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so
to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in
keeping things professional...
“There is nothing
personal between us.”
“I beg to differ.
In fact, I’m fairly certain I know your deepest, darkest secret.”
“I sincerely doubt
that.”
He brought his
mouth to her ear. “You knew I wasn’t Paul.”
“No.” The denial,
though immediate, sounded slightly breathless, slightly desperate.
She had to have at
least suspected, at some point. He refused to believe otherwise. “Not at first.
But when I had you clinging to the tables, trembling so hard you could barely
stand? You knew.”
“You-you’re
delusional. If I’d realized you weren’t Paul, don’t you think I would have
stopped you?”
“No. By the time
you realized, you didn’t care.” The crowd around them erupted into a countdown.
Ten... He cupped her jaw in one hand...
Nine... and slid the other down her back. Then lower. Eight...
“You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your
thong”—he let his fingers do the honor now—“all the way down until I could
taste your sweet, throbbing little—”
“I thought you were
Paul!” Her wide eyes darted to his, pupils huge.
Five... “Remember how you used your body to beg for
more? There’s no f-ing way you’ve ever begged like that for Paul Barrington. No
f-ing way. I could have you begging again.”
Her breathing came
in quick, shallow pants. The hands she’d rested lightly on his shoulders
tightened, bunching his jacket in a white-knuckled grip. She shook her head.
“Not going to happen.”
Three... He was risking getting his face slapped in the
middle of a dance floor on New Year’s Eve, but he didn’t care. For some
inexcusable reason, he needed to know she wanted him, not Barrington.
Two... He spread his palm over the perfect curve of
her ass and hauled her against him, so she’d feel just how well he remembered
every damn detail of their last meeting.
One...
“It’s not?” he
challenged, and then crushed her lips under his.
Cheers of “Happy
New Year” echoed around them over the strains of “Auld Lang Syne.” A flotilla
of black and silver balloons sailed down from the ceiling. Guests laughed, and
sang, and jostled them while he kissed her. Sparkly, star- shaped confetti
rained over everyone and everything, and he kept right on kissing her. Her arms
twined around his neck. Her lips parted. She flattened one hand against the
back of his head and held on. When he bent her over his arm and swept his
tongue into her soft, yielding mouth, she wrapped her leg around his hip. The
heat of her body practically seared his thigh through his tuxedo pants.
He trapped her
lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. There went his no biting promise, but
her shuddery moan told him she didn’t mind.
The song ended. The
house lights came up a few notches. He slowly drew her upright, and even more
slowly relinquished her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, her lips plumped
from their kiss.
“You’re a terrible
liar, Miss Wayne.”
Giving her a grin
he hoped didn’t reveal how much the move cost him, he walked away.
Sexy read with LOTS of sex scenes. The plot is fairly predictable, but still enjoyable and is a great quick read.
I received an ARC via NetGalley for the purpose of an honest review. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.
Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture.
When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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