Summary:
She needs a job. He wants a mistress. Hearts and contracts are bound to get broken.
Shay Greer is pure GRITS—a Girl Raised In The South–but nowhere near a demure southern belle. She’s looking for a way out of her broken down marriage when she lands an unexpected job offer she really should refuse. Position? Mistress. Fringe Benefits? Of course. Fraternization with sexy CEO Reardon Boone? Required. Lured by the promise of intimacy missing from her failed marriage, Shay signs on. She’s barely survived a hellish year of heartbreak and needs a fresh start, but she gets more than she bargained for with lowcountry-boy-made-good Reardon Boone.
Bankrolling Shay into his bedroom, Reardon sticks by his tried and true rules: no-strings-attached seduction, no messy emotions, absolutely nothing resembling a relationship. This sassy, sultry woman fits the bill precisely…until she arouses more than his erotic appetite.
So desirable he sets hearts on fire in everyone from downtown debutantes to downhome mommas, Reardon is as irresistible as he is unattainable. Shay falls hard despite their unorthodox arrangement. Determined to discover what’s concealed beneath his Forbes 400 facade, she has no idea how close to home the truth will hit.
CONTENT WARNING: Hotter than a South Carolina summer.
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We’d been having a post-doing-the-deed doze. His toes had nudged mine.
I giggled and nudged back. He leaned onto his elbow and nudged my rear with something bigger and harder, his expression wicked, but a worried tiredness ringed his eyes.
I’d needed to give him something to make him feel good, besides my rocking body. “Can I bathe you?”
“You want to?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
In the bathroom rivaling the size of my neighborhood, I reveled in each plane and muscle uncovered as he slowly released his dressing gown. Massaging his shoulders all the way down his back, I loved the way he sighed, relaxing inch-by-inch.
Kneeling down, I tested the bathwater. “In.”
He sat up to his chest, his knees splayed in the clear water because I was too greedy for the visuals to add any bubbles.
“Just let me take care of you.”
“Okay.” He’d been so damn unsure.
“Shh, baby, this is gonna feel so good.”
Kneading his neck, shoulders, and back, I’d soaped him down, enjoying the play of slick skin under my hands. He’d dropped his head, languidly shifting with my touch. I felt so much for this man who probably hadn’t been cared for since, well, I certainly couldn’t imagine something like this coming from his hex-wife.
I’d eased him back and there he sat, arms on the rim of the tub, body wet and sexy. I swirled the soap on his chest. “You know how you like to throw money around?”
He kept his eyes closed, a smile playing on his lips. “Mmm.”
“I could really do with a camera phone right about now.”
One eye popped open.
“Just sayin’, you’re my fantasy, right there. All soapy and hot and yeah, total Playgirl material.”
A pink blush colored his cheeks.
“And that? That is so…damn…” I closed in on his mouth. “Pretty.” I kissed him.
He hauled me into the water on top of him. “You know, I knew exactly what you were doing in the bathtub at DeBordieu.”
Oh! It was my turn to blush and his to tease, “And that’s just so adorable.”
Flailing in the dress shirt I’d put on, giving Reardon a perfect wet t-shirt shot, I’d struggled to free myself when he smoothly asked if I wanted to get myself off for him again.
Which I did, since he’d said please and all.
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