In the tradition of E.L. James and Sylvia Day comes a sultry new series starring women who want to live out their wildest dreams . . .
Winning the Billionaire
Seattle Bachelors #2
JM Stewart
Releasing June 14th, 2016
Forever Yours
In the tradition of E.L. James and Sylvia Day comes a sultry new series starring women who want to live out their wildest dreams . . .
When it comes to love, this billionaire is all business . . .
Software mogul Christina McKenzie has loved billionaire Sebastian Blake since they were kids. So when Seattle's most famous bachelor-and perennial playboy-finally asks Christina out, her fantasies kick into overdrive. Things become hot and heavy . . . but what's she supposed to do when she starts to fall for him?
Sebastian's never been one to settle down, and Christina knows she's just another notch in his bedpost. Sebastian knows that smart, kind Christina deserves better than him. But after the mind-blowing night they just shared, he's ready to turn a sexy fling into the real deal. Keeping his freedom is one thing, yet keeping Christina in his bed-and in his life-is all Sebastian can think about . . .
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“Damn
it, Christina.” He pivoted and stalked across the space between them, backed
her against the counter behind her, and set his hands on either side of her.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze hot and confrontational. “Go. Home.”
More
than a little surprised by his sudden nearness, she swallowed hard, her heart
hammering a mile a minute. He was so close, his every breath whispered over her
lips, warm, with a slight hint of mint that made her yearn to discover the
flavor on his tongue. She ignored the intense desire to close the remaining
inches between them and held her ground. This wasn’t about her desire. He
needed her, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
She
angled her chin higher. “Or what? I’m not afraid of you. You can’t boss me
around.”
If
he wanted a fight, though, she’d give him one, because she knew him enough to
know he would attempt to intimidate her. No doubt in order to get her to leave
him alone to his misery. If a subject had anything to do with emotion, he
avoided it as if it were a highly contagious disease. She’d never let the
tactic work before, and she wouldn’t now.
This
time, though, he didn’t do what she expected him to. Rather, his right hand
slid into her hair, and before she could blink, he pulled her mouth to his. He
didn’t give her a chance to back away, to approve or deny his assault. His kiss
wasn’t fleeting, either, or soft and seductive, the way she’d always
envisioned. His lips plied hers, tugging and demanding. His tongue stroked the
seam of her mouth, a hot slide that had her gasping and opening for him. He
took full advantage and swept in, his tongue restless in her mouth.
She
whimpered. What she needed to do was
push him away. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He was lost in grief. Her body,
however, didn’t seem to be listening. His mouth was warm and luscious, and her
arms wound themselves around his neck. How many times over the years had she
imagined this moment? How many times had she stroked herself to orgasm
fantasizing about his hands and his mouth on her body? Yet the reality far
exceeded the fantasy, and God help her, she didn’t have the strength to deny
him.
Unfortunately,
the fantasy didn’t last long. As abruptly as he’d grabbed her, he released her.
His breaths came harsh and shallow, his chest heaving in time with the fierce
pounding of her heart.
“That’s
what. It’s been a shitty day, Tina, and I’m feeling very ornery and very
needy.” As if to prove his point, he set his hands on the counter on either
side of her and leaned into her, rocking his hips against hers.
The
full press of his lean body against her had any thought of protest flitting
away like wisps on a breeze. Sebastian was aroused, and his erection pressed
into the softness of her stomach. He didn’t feel like a small boy, either. She
itched to reach down and stroke the length of his cock. She longed to put an end
to the wondering and finally discover exactly how big he really was, yearned to
know the soft, intimate heat of his skin.
The
intensity of his stare held her trapped. Sapphires. He had eyes the colors of
deep, brilliant sapphires. They were usually intense and focused. Right then,
they were in full seduction mode. Never in a million years would she have
thought to find herself on the receiving end of that captivating stare. She’d
never been the kind of girl who went all tongue-tied over a man, who giggled and
sighed. She was a woman in a male-dominated industry; she could hold her own
with most men. But right then? God help her, she wanted to do exactly that:
giggle like a giddy schoolgirl and beg him to fuck her senseless.
J.M. Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. She's a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily ever after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.
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