With A Cherry On Top
ISBN: 978-1-60088-599-0

When sexy consultant Emory Dawson puts plump executive chef Keira Bronley’s job on the chopping block, she’s not going to take it lying down. Err…

Obviously, he’s never tasted the delights she offered. Or her food either. Now, alone in a kitchen with decadent novelties at their disposal, she’ll get him to try both. But can she get Emory to understand that their erotic encounter is not about saving her job, but instead about putting out the fires of desire he’s sparked?

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“Excitingly amusing quick read, With A Cherry On Top moves at a rapid pace giving readers a delicious quickie. I thought the witty dialog between Keira and Emory brought an extra sizzle to the story which will captivate readers.” Sensualreads.com

“I am not sure that I will ever be able to look at my kitchen the same…especially some of the products that I have in said kitchen. Never knew some had some many uses :O Any-who, this hot, tasty treat was exactly like I figured it would be by the blurb. Sinfull and sexy. A total winner in just a few pages
Good Job Ms Carney “ 17 (out of 20), Seriously Reviewed

“This was a quick, tasty treat; an appetizer which satisfied like a full course meal. The leading characters were both easy to relate to and I enjoyed how we just jumped right into the action, caught up in Keira’s outrage. My favorite leading ladies are curvy girls and I loved how this heroine was no shrinking violet and was willing to fight for her job. Emory was a fantastic hero, strong yet fair and complex, I enjoyed the kink he kept under his business suit… I look forward to meeting other interesting characters from this author.” 4 Hearts, Theresa Joseph, The Romance Studio

The Excerpt:

Chapter One

A whirling dervish who somehow made the rolled-into-one aroma of peach cobbler, chocolate chip cookies and key lime pie smell good, barged into Emory’s office. The minute she appropriated the stark expanse of his desk with some sort of baked good he actually was curious to taste, he should have known he was in trouble.

She thrust a clenched fist at him, the paper enclosed strangled within an inch of its life. “You’re the new HR consultant, Emory Dawson, right? You’re the one responsible for this?”

He took a look at “this”, knowing almost immediately what it was and should have known the memo wouldn’t be kept a secret for long. Emory took a deep breath, rose to his feet, and sized her up. If he were a smart man, he’d be ducking from the lasers shooting from her rich brown eyes instead of admiring her plump lips. He might even consider barking outrage, rather than just shifting from the unexpected rush of interest heading south on his anatomy while he studied lush curves not hidden very well behind a white apron. “You’re not supposed to have that,” he said with a nod. He’d somehow managed to drag his gaze away from her hips to the bad news in her hand.

“Do you even understand the significance of my job, Mr. Dawson? What I bring to this company?”

Here we go. If he ever found out who’d let the list of people potentially slated for layoffs get out, he’d personally add that person’s name to the top. The food empire, which had hired him, needed to cut back. Those with higher salaries, and who were expendable, made the short list. “I’m sure you’re a very valuable asset to Down Home Desserts, ma’am.”

Those words spiked her ire. “Valuable? Valuable is what your grandma’s jewelry might be. I’m the effing Mona Lisa of food. I am priceless. For God’s sake, there’s an insurance policy on my mouth. My mouth!”

Which he could barely stop staring at before. Now, he was just short of fixated on it. Emory tried to beat his attention into submission, forcing it elsewhere. The gentle slope of her rounded cheeks was a good start. Or maybe the place where a white dusting of what might have been flour caressed pretty brown skin near her temple. Too late he realized studying errant strands of silken black hair made his fingers itch with the urge to tuck them back into place. Hell, he had to shift just to keep his cock from standing to attention.

“Why not first tell me your name and then we can discuss this in a calm, rational manner?” Please. For the love of heaven, stop drawing his attention to her mouth and the very many things he wanted to do with it. His brain had zero problem imagining the swollen purple tip of his cock resting against her lips, or teasing him with thoughts of her moist mouth suckling him hard. “Have a seat, please.”

Still standing, she shoved forward the small metal tray of food he’d completely forgotten. “Keira Bronley. Executive chef, soon to be unemployed. Nice to meet your acquaintance.”

Emory winced. Now that he knew with whom he was dealing, he had to put on his game face fast, and fix his enthusiastic lower anatomy. Her position with the large baked goods distributor had been the very first he found redundant and frankly, unnecessary. Although the list of names was still considered a draft, he’d bet good money she’d be jobless in under a month. “Ma’am, you should understand that nothing on there is a done deal. It’s just with the economy the way it is, I’ve been asked to look for places where DHD might scale back—”

“My career is not a ‘scale back’ for you to mess with!” She flopped down into one of the plush leather chairs. His gaze dropped just enough to catch the sway of her breasts, about palm-sized, as they settled with the rest of her. “I’ve been balls out since I started working here when I was seventeen and some country twanged know-it-all in Brooks Brothers isn’t gonna—”

He lowered himself to the rolling desk chair, relieved she finally took a seat. “Balls out?”

“Yeah, you know, working like an Egyptian slave.”

He lifted a brow, but got her meaning. “Hugo Boss.”

At last her tough-as-nails armor took a ding. “Excuse me?”

Emory leaned forward, at once amused and intrigued by their exchange. “I’m wearing Boss, not Brooks.”

“And what does that have to do with the price of tea in China?” Her mouth—that oh, so delectable mouth—curved up in a whisper of a smile that made his heart race.

“I could do this with you all day,” he said, grinning.

Keira scowled. Or at least tried to. If he said just one more word with that sexy Southern drawl, she’d melt into a puddle of brown female flesh.

Enemy! Think enemy!

But damn, he looked good. She’d never cared much for blonds, but his hair, obviously combed back with his fingers, leaned just this side of that color enough to make her wonder about his natural color. Down below.

Now, why did she even go there?

No sooner had the thought formed than her libido raced into hyper-drive, kicking up a fuss and reminding her that despite what everyone said, a year of consuming chocolate was not a suitable substitute for hot and sweaty loving. Her womb clenched in agreement, her nipples also tightening beneath her uniform. She’d caught the way he’d tried to nonchalantly look at her chest. And, truth be told, she’d liked it.

“Would you at least explain to me why a company that specializes in food would even start to think that their executive chef is expendable?”

“That’s not what this means. At all. It means we’re looking for jobs that might be…redundant to other positions.”

“Redundant?” Mr. Southern sex just dropped in potential quite a few notches.

“The products at DHD are based on recipes handed down from the original owners. Tried and true—”

Keira’s amusement bubbled up and out of her mouth before she could recall it. Indignant laughter, yes, but laughter nonetheless. “Tried and true recipes?” She was barely able to form the words in between chortling. “Old fashioned?” When his smoky green eyes narrowed in confusion, she took deep steadying breaths. “Baby doll, you obviously have zero idea about the food business.”

A very cute blush brightened the tips of Emory’s ears. “I take it that my understanding you’re here to oversee food production isn’t quite correct.”

“Like I said, I’m the Mona Lisa of food.” She watched his blush creep further down his neck, dipping beneath his tightly knotted tie, which gave him the illusion of corporate conservativeness. Except she knew better. When he’d been standing, she’d seen the tailored shirt cling to a lean body, which must have been disciplined with long hours in the gym.

Based on that physique, he’d obviously never tasted the delights she had available for sampling. Or her food either. “Why don’t you and I head to my kitchen so I can show you first-hand exactly what I do? Then you can decide just how redundant my job here really is.”

Something mysterious flickered across his features. A decidedly carnal suggestion in his eyes. Without looking at his watch or the clock, he replied, “Ma’am, I believe I have time to accompany you. It would seem that some research is in order.”

Keira had never before heard someone make the word ‘research’ sound like it should star in its own porn movie. It left little to the imagination just what kind of research he had in mind. Then again, she could be grasping at straws, hopeful that he might change his mind about her job.

Only one way to find out.

“Follow me, please,” she said with a touch of huskiness to her voice. Two could play at this game.

Emory rose once again to his impressive height. “After you.”

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As Beautiful Does

One lust fueled encounter with Patrice sends Aiden’s emotions on a roller-coaster ride. When she brands their night together as something never to be repeated again, Aiden is crushed. Long before the night of pleasure, he’d fallen for her quick wit, sharp tongue and insightful business acumen.

Patrice has forced herself to believe she has to forget about a future with him. He can’t let her go. How can he convince her that they’ve found something worth pursuing?

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“I loved this quick, hot and romantic read. In fact I am so jealous of Patrice I want Aiden all for myself. He is so sweet in his confusion and determination. I loved that most of the short story was told through his eyes. His friend Manny was a hoot. Patrice was not as well developed but I found that just made me root for our hero all the more because I wasn’t sure what exactly was going on in her head. This was steamy and fun and it left me with a huge smile on my face. I highly recommend you add this to your must-read list.” 5 Hearts, Theresa Joseph, The Romance Studio

The Excerpt:

Chapter One

The moment she pressed her lips against his, Aiden’s hesitance faded away. He could taste the remnants of chocolate on her breath, the sweetness no rival to the sensual touch of her mouth. He could have lost himself in that moment. In the feel of her body pressed against his.

Somehow, for some reason only the heavens knew, Patrice Grant, the woman he pined after for almost a year, stood in his embrace.

“Touch me,” she murmured. Her lips brushed against his.

Oh, Christ. His mind a blur of wants and needs, he didn’t know where to start first. When she reached between their bodies to loosen a button on her jacket, he pulled away long enough to look down. His hands joined hers, working in sync to remove the excess material separating him from her. He felt clumsy. The buttons seemed to dance out of his way as if the round pieces of pearl eluded him on purpose.

He could remove women’s clothing. He’d been slipping off bras and other underwear since he was seventeen years old. Taking off her jacket should have been as simple as taking off his own. But his mind was too fuzzy, too confused, and too excited to obey the simplest of motor commands. To distract her from his ineptitude, he captured her mouth with his again. Another burst of chocolate tingled over his senses when he slipped his tongue between her parted lips.

How many days had he watched the seductive sway of her hips as she walked and imagined sliding himself between those thighs? How many nights did he stroke himself to completion thinking about what she would feel like beneath him? A living fantasy writhed beneath his hands, and he was fucking it up because much-needed blood raced from his head to his cock.

Patrice gripped his jaw in her hands, preventing him from crushing her in his enthusiasm. He managed to release the last button and pushed the jacket off her shoulders. It slid over the silk of her blouse and caught against the crook of her arms. She would have shrugged it off, but Aiden pushed himself against her, blocking the motion. The wall behind her held her erect. Through the kiss, he grinned.

Bound and pinned in place was just one of the fantasies he’d imagined.

He worked on slipping the buttons of her blouse free next. Her soft urgent moans spurred him to work faster, to find the soft brown skin hidden beneath. He could have wept with joy when he glanced down long enough to spy a dainty yellow bra. With trembling fingers, he pushed the shirt away until it, too, caught where the jacket held her in place.

Her eyes met his when he looked up again. He kissed her, a light sweep of his lips across hers.

“You are so beautiful, Patrice.”

She was. Not just pretty. Not just cute. Beautiful.

Her almond-shaped brown eyes laughed all the time. They had the amazing ability to see right through people. Even as she sized up her competition or coworkers, they appeared to invite everyone in to get to know her. That was, until her sarcasm and sharp wit came over to play.

A perfect up-turned nose sat above full lips. The cheekbones of her heart shaped face spoke of a regal ancestry. Her face, combined with her slender neck and wind-blown locks, screamed casual elegance.

His probably wasn’t the only heart to grind to a screeching halt whenever she walked into a room. The sole black woman among a field of cookie-cutter blondes dressed alike in dark business suits, she stood out for more than just her skin color. Men and women alike visually followed her movements. She didn’t look for the extra attention. It found her.

Aiden dipped his head and tasted the skin at the base of her neck. The rounded tops of her breasts rose and fell faster when his tongue slid down her flesh. He nipped at her, his movements slow and teasing. The lace on her sexy yellow bra tickled his chin. Removing one hand from her waist, he thumbed over the cup and almost groaned when her nipple came alive under his touch.

He held his breath and pushed her breast until the areola peeked out. Just the very top of it. Just enough to make him lick his dry lips, swallow against a dry throat.

“You’re killing me, Aiden,” she complained, her voice low and husky.

That was the plan. If he had blue balls for the next year, he would tease her until she couldn’t stand it. Until she begged for relief. And God, it was going to be his absolute pleasure to give in to her.

He rushed in for another breathtaking kiss, both thumbs brushing over the lace now. She sighed, almost melted into him, and her nipples stiffened. He traced their perfect roundness, memorized the pattern of lace hiding them from view. Patrice arched into him, and he pressed his body harder against hers until she stopped squirming. This would be his show. His masterpiece to control. He wanted her to stand there and take it.

“You kept us here late.” He smiled when she wrinkled her nose. “Your demanding deadline kept us both at the office until past midnight.”

She shrugged a shoulder. Her breath caught when he pinched a nipple. “We – we have a deadline.”

“Your deadline.” He pinched harder.

Patrice moaned.

“Say it… My. Deadline.”

Defiance flared in her eyes. For a split second, he thought he might have to resort to a different tactic. When he pinched again, she nodded.

“My deadline.” Her breathy voice was barely above a whisper.

Some primal instinct within him roared its approval. “Good girl.”

Her body vibrated with tension. Either the playful toying or the slight act of submissiveness elicited the satisfactory effect. Quite possibly – oh, please God – the combination of both acts did it.

In either event, he rewarded her by sliding one hand down her stomach. He cupped the warmth of her sex, studying her reaction as he did. With what had to be an infuriating slowness, he circled her clit through her skirt with his middle finger. The nub was already hard and all but screamed for his attention.

Her arousal perfumed the air along with her repetitious moans. He would have kissed her again to drown the sounds if he didn’t find them so damned erotic. She probably didn’t realize her hips rolled as he touched her, chasing the contact she craved. When he stopped long enough to bunch her skirt in his hand, she closed her eyes, turning her head to the side. There would be none of that.

“Look at me.” She did and he fought down another flare of primal possessiveness. “Keep your eyes on mine. When I’m inside of you, when you come, I want your eyes on mine.”…

*****

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Dirty Little Secret

Together for a business conference, Christopher Forsythe accidentally walks in on his co-worker Janella Freeman masturbating to his fantasy. To alleviate some of the resulting embarrassment and tension between them, he offers to show her a secret. A sexy secret.

To her delight, she ends up with not one, but two surprises, although one is most definitely the more titillating. Only now, neither of them will be satisfied until they take that little secret all the way.

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“Overall, this is one hot read…I read it during the day. I should have read it just before bed… A superb book that partners should thank their significant others for buying—and thank Ms. Sierra for writing. After reading this, I guarantee you’ll want to grab your partner and…do things. The cover. Promises a seductive read.Fanny Hill closes this review with a red face, a fast-beating heart, and, um, urges.” 5 Brainys,  Fanny Hill, Cerebral Reviews

“Big, hot fun…If only my secrets were this delish!  Christopher and Janella are well-matched and I would love to see more of them.  This brief moment in time is not nearly enough. Read Dirty Little Secret and become inspired to start some secrets of your own.” 4 Stars, Amy Wynn, Sensual.Ecata Romance

The Excerpt:

Chapter One

Janella’s face burned bright, the scorch finding its way up her ears and down her neck. If physiology could match her mental embarrassment, and if her skin wasn’t the hue of rich milk chocolate, she’d probably be red clear through to her toes. The floor beneath her might even change color in sympathy.

Christopher pushed the tiny bottle of tequila from the mini bar toward her.

God, she couldn’t even raise her eyes to look him in the face. What must she have looked like?

“Take a sip, Janella. You might feel a little better,” he said softly.

His own choice of mini-bar vodka remained untouched. He was probably traumatized for life. Ruined for eternity.

God.

“It’s really nothing to be embarrassed over. It’s what people do. I do it.”

She groaned, falling forward to let her face land in her hands. Wasn’t it bad enough that he had the real deal burned into his retinas? Did she now have to have a mental visual of what he would look like naked as a jaybird?

And masturbating?

“I swear I heard you say come in. I swear it.”

“Forget it,” she mumbled. Literally.

“It’s not a big deal!”

She peeked between her fingers at him and wished he would just vanish into thin air. Better yet, somehow manage to roll back time about fifteen minutes and then vanish into thin air.

“Look, I’ll make a deal with you,” he said.

This ought to be good.

Janella looked up, a spark of hope causing her heart to hammer. Had he invented a forget-all potion and was ready to pour her a sympathy shot? Was he going to put her out of her misery with a single mercy bullet?

Christopher’s ears reddened. He looked away and mumbled, “Since I saw yours, I guess it’s only fair for you to see mine.”

That got her attention.

“Oh?”

What did it say about her that this bit of intrigue made her lift her head and look into his face? Well, hell. It said Christopher Forsythe embodied every typical woman’s fantasy, and she was no different. Everybody’s all-American, with a tanned, lean body, bright green eyes, and pouty lips, he made waking up and going to work every morning a joy. Ending up at a business conference with him fueled insane urges to touch herself late into the night, especially knowing only a thin wooden door separated their rooms.

Some psychologist somewhere would probably say she’d wanted to get caught tonight and, truth be known, maybe she had. They’d been crossing into each other’s rooms all afternoon long to finish a few reports and she really hadn’t thought about it. Hadn’t bothered to give the lock a second thought. The door was closed, so why should she care?

In reality, she’d wanted to get her rocks off while thinking about him. And she almost had. She’d been right there, teetering on the edge of bliss when the door opened.

That’s when everything came to a blinding halt.

“What did you mean by that?” Janella asked shyly.

Now he looked a little pale. “This isn’t the way I intended for us to start off.” He cleared his throat. “Well, you know, but…um…I have a secret I could show you.”

Damn, he was adorable when he was embarrassed.

Her self-confidence crept back into existence. Just a hint of it. “What do you mean…a secret?”

“Something no one else at the office knows about.”

“Yeah?” A grin split her lips. “A dirty little secret?”

He lifted his eyes to meet hers and a spark of something erotic flared in them. “Yeah. My dirty little secret.”

Intrigued, she pulled herself upright in the chair. Her terry cloth robe threatened to gap wide enough for Christopher to see past her cleavage to her belly button. It was a little late for her to be bashful, but she saw no need in flashing her wares again. She adjusted the material until the gap was closed tight.

“What does that mean exactly?”

Christopher’s cheeks shifted from a pale green to a healthy pink flush. He shook his head in exasperation. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

He rose and took a few steps away from the table. Then he seemed to think better of it, rushed back, and grabbed one of the tiny bottles. After twisting off the screw cap, he took three large swallows of the vodka. His face twisted into a grimace before he ambled away again.

“I never thought that…with you…it would be like this. Just not what I had imagined. So, cut me some slack, okay?” He appeared as nervous as Janella.

She resisted the urge to smile, but she had a pretty good idea why he needed the liquid courage. She only had to wait and see if he would follow through.

The horrible patterned carpet faded into the background along with the heavy drab draperies when he bunched his shirt in his hands. With the slow seductive movements of a stripper, he tugged on the once crisp white cotton until it no longer remained nestled beneath the waistband of his trousers.

Janella licked her lips. The rest of her body was too stunned to move.

His green eyes sparkled, and his mouth curved in a sexy grin. He picked up the bottom of his shirt until she could see a faint column of hair covering the smooth skin of his abdomen. She licked her lips again when he gripped the tail of the shirt between his teeth, gave a slight shake of his head, and tucked the shirt beneath his chin. Then his deft fingers loosened the button on his pants, and she raised her eyebrows.

He was going to do it. He was really going to do it!

The slow rasp of his zipper descending filled the air, and her breath caught in her throat. Another flush—a very different, heated, welcome flush—ignited a path along her skin. Every part of her body tingled with anticipation.

Janella knew she should stop him. He didn’t have anything to prove.

But…oh, hell. She really wanted him to keep going. She blinked twice in rapid succession when the line of hair fanned out. Hoorah for commando.

Her mouth dropped open, and she stifled a squeal of delight. “You’re a redhead!”

She glanced up and saw Christopher’s wide grin. Who would have thought it? He was sandy blond on top, but definitely a natural redhead down below where it counted. What would he say if he knew she had a thing for red hair?

“The carpet doesn’t match the drapes, I know.” His amused chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “But I’m not done yet.”

There was more? She resisted the urge to clap. And even though she didn’t mean it, she said, “You can’t possibly top that. I mean, if you’re only going to show me your so-called impressive size, don’t bother. You know the saying; it’s the motion of the ocean that counts.”

Christopher’s startled laughter made her smile. When his mirth subsided, he arched a brow. “You ready?”

“Make my day, baby.” With arms crossed, she settled back against the chair.

He gave a slight shrug and let his trousers fall to the ground. Janella’s mouth dried up, and she lost her ability to speak. Then she leaned forward and muttered the only words her brain could muster.

“Oh. My. God.”

*****

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Four Percent

They told her she had less than a four percent chance of seeing the anniversary of her illness. Dana’s been careful. Eating right. Exercising. Everything they said to do. And it paid off… she beat their chances.

Now, one year later, Dana needs a way to celebrate living. Her friend Jimmy and his friend Collin know just what to do. After a night in their arms, she won’t look back.

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Reviews for Four Percent :

“I loved this book and it was an excellent read!” Judie S., Reader

“Four Percent is erotica with romantic elements. This short read is a Hot fantasy filled with delicious sex. If you are looking for a quick fix, pick this up. You won’t be disappointed. It rates 4.5 Hot Flashes!” – Judy, Erotic Book Freaks

“…it is full of plenty of sexually exciting scenes, enviable friendships, hope and even the possibility of a ‘happily-ever-after.’” 4.5 Blue Ribbons, Chrissy, Romance Junkies

“Morgan Sierra’s story is absolute perfection.  While it is short and sweet, it is also hot and sultry.  This is the perfect story for when you need as fix but do not have a lot of time to read.  The emotion that flows from this story is touching and intense.  This is definitely a must purchase story.” 4 Stars, Kimberly Spinney , Sensual.Ecataromance

“Four Percent was long on hot sex!  The two men are different types, but the sweet and erotic way they treat Dana is just what she needs.  The first few interludes are all just primer for the final act of double-penetration, making for a satisfying ending for Dana and the reader.” Niki Lee, Joyfully Reviewed

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Dana grasped each man’s shoulder and tightened her grip as they worked her body. Her hips moved of their own accord in a desperate attempt to help them continue her pleasure. She cried out with each of Jimmy’s thrusts and each touch Collin provided, the noise echoing off the bathroom tiles.

Collin’s hand left her breast and raked into her hair, cupping her head. When he pressed his lips to hers, Dana opened her mouth and greedily took in his tongue. She sucked on it feverishly, her teeth scraping him.

One of their fingers slid across her anus and pressed in. She tried to pull away, but Collin growled into her mouth and Jimmy whispered soothing words into her ear. The finger pressed further, sinking into her ass. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Dana cried out against Collin’s mouth, and he captured the noise as he devoured her with his lips. The fingers in her pussy and her ass moved against each other in rhythm. Each frenzied motion pushed her to the point of ultimate bliss.

Dana was helpless against the unending onslaught of pleasure. This was what she’d wanted. What she’d asked them to do for her. Her body went taut with a desperate craving for release.

A feeling of elation washed over her.

She rocked her hips, helping bring herself closer to the edge. Bursts of starlight exploded behind her eyelids. Her muffled cries became harder, faster.

Jimmy covered her breast with nips of exquisite torture as his fingers explored her expertly, while Collin probed her mouth with his tongue. His hand did not spare her sensitive clit.

Finally, in one glorious culmination of sensation, Dana exploded underneath them. Her muscles locked in place as her pussy grasped and pulled. Her breath caught in her chest and she went mute, a scream locked in her throat.

The men continued to rub, pull, and fuck her. They whispered words of encouragement as she came.

She rocked convulsively, until the tremors slowly dissipated. At last, when Dana was drained, her head fell forward. She gasped several times, leaning against Collin for support.

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CAREER OPPORTUNITIES

There’s nothing worse than being the best woman for the job but being denied the career advancement anyway. Sexy and very debonair Maximilian Webb wants the chance to explain his decision to Cara Sebastian who is in no mood to hear it. When his words shift from businesslike to sultry, and when his manner shifts from professional to heated, Cara gets the opportunity to find out just how good being in a stopped elevator can be.

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He held her with his eyes, and she met the gaze, refusing to look away.

“But trust me young lady…” There was another small step, and Cara could feel the warmth of his breath when he spoke. She could even detect the faint aroma of peppermint coming from him. “…I will be keeping a close eye on you. And your career. But mostly on you.”

Cara’s eyes had drifted away during his speech, her previous resolve stripped away. When she heard his final words, though, her head snapped up to capture his face again.

“Excuse me?”

“Have I misread your signals?”

One hand trailed to the side of her face and pushed away a strand of hair hanging there.

“Excuse me?” This time, she whispered. Her throat felt tight, her chest constricted.

The proximity of their bodies sent a shiver through her. Max’s gaze caught the subtle tremor and closed the distance between them. Cara could scarcely breathe, afraid that the mere act of exhaling would send her chest crashing into his.

“Your pupils are dilated. Your breathing is deep and slightly labored. Your nipples are straining against that shirt, and your legs are pressed tightly together. Like I said, Miss Sebastian, I know people.”

His lips came down against hers in a gentle caress. Cara knew it was coming, did nothing to stop it, and her head swam when it finally happened.

“Have I misread you?” he probed softly after pulling away.

…

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