Series: Romancing The Clarksons,
#2
On Sale: January 31, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $5.99 USD
eBook: $2.99 USD
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Sometimes you just can't resist
playing with fire…
By day, Aaron Clarkson suits up,
shakes hands, and acts the perfect gentleman. But at night, behind bedroom
doors, the tie comes off and the real Aaron comes out to play. Mixing business
with pleasure got him fired, so Aaron knows that if he wants to work for the
country's most powerful senator, he'll have to keep his eye on the prize.
That's easier said than done when he meets the senator's daughter, who's wild,
gorgeous, and 100 percent trouble.
Grace Pendleton is the black
sheep of her conservative family. Yet while Aaron's presence reminds her of a
past she'd rather forget, something in his eyes keeps drawing her in. Maybe
it's the way his voice turns her molten. Or maybe it's because deep down
inside, the ultra-smooth, polished Aaron Clarkson might be more than even Grace
can handle…
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EXCERPT
His progress toward the door halted when Grace shot to her feet,
arms stiff at her sides, those green eyes like glowing jade moons. “I…that
isn’t what I was asking for. I just meant, let me help you, in general. I—I
didn’t think…”
Aaron’s neck heated. “If you don’t like the idea, we can change
it—”
She jumped. She actually jumped straight up in the air, hands
flying to her cheeks. “I love it. Oh, please don’t change anything. I was just
so surprised.”
He inclined his head, mentally cursing the way his heart decided to
make its presence known at such an inconvenient time, walloping his rib cage
with thick booms, courtesy of Grace’s pleasure. How juvenile. “I’m kind of
surprised myself,” he admitted, then wished he’d kept his mouth shut.
At least until Grace floated toward him. All shining eyes and rosy
excitement, she spurred a lust storm in his stomach. “It’s so much better when
you say what you’re thinking, Aaron.”
“You mentioned that.”
And of course, it made him want to say more. Say whatever
it would take to get her legs wrapped around his hips. To rock between her
thighs until her wetness drenched the fly of his pants. “Get away from me,
Grace,” he rasped. “It would be just like me to take advantage of you after
having to tell that story.”
Silence deepened around them. “How can you say that after you just
found a way for me to rebuild the camp?” It seemed as if her entire body lifted
and fell on a harsh sob. “Last night, you asked me if I still saw some good in
you…and I didn’t answer. How could I not have answered you?” She shook her
gorgeous head. “I didn’t mean to—”
Aaron shot forward, capturing her unspoken words with his own
mouth. Guilt.
There had been even more guilt in her eyes. Aaron’s
response was pure denial. Not because of me. Not over me. But as
soon as their lips joined, his mind wiped clean of anything but Grace’s
one-of-a-kind taste. She was juicy, sweet, refreshing, intoxicating madness. He
let it pull him down into its depths—her depths—gathering up her taste
greedily so he could live with the effect as long as possible, even though
surely a man couldn’t withstand this type of arousal for an extended length of
time. He’d want to fuck her again as soon as he came. It was a certainty his
body was all too eager to confirm. Yet protectiveness held him in a state of
limbo. Wanting—needing—to mate with her delicious
body while determined to protect her from himself.
Couldn’t she sense the past meaningless encounters he wore like
gloves, cheapening everything he touched? Couldn’t she sense his inability to
be meaningful to her? Grace should have someone with substance, not someone who
couldn’t even garner the love of his own family. Someone who considered the
ramifications of his actions and how they would serve as betrayal. This is how you
repay me?
The voice from his not-so-distant past had Aaron tearing his mouth
away with a guttural growl, clasping Grace by the shoulders. Too hard. Ease up.
“Get away.”
“If you really want that, let me go,” she whispered.
God, he couldn’t do it. Not with her face tipped
back, lips swollen and shined up, those eyelids halfway fallen. He’d never in
his life had trouble resisting sex. It was always a logical decision based on
his needs. This? There was nothing cut and dried about it. His
attraction to Grace was messy and wild and untapped. Made his chest expand with
the effort to contain the expanding of something unfamiliar. Crazy and
blinding. His dick needed a good, rough handling from one woman only. Grace.
And she wasn’t pushing him away. Seemed like she wanted the job, too, her tits
sliding up and down his abs with every breath. Give her one more chance.
Show her
what she’s in for with a bastard like you. With a muttered
epithet, Aaron raked his hand up the back of Grace’s thigh, sliding it down the
back of her tights, and settling his middle finger in the valley of her ass.
“Get away from me,” he managed, wedging his straying digit a little more
securely, earning him a closed-lipped noise.
“No,” she gasped after a few seconds.
Aaron’s tether broke. Recapturing Grace’s mouth with an obscene
amount of tongue, he backed them toward the bed, satisfaction rippling in his
middle when she went down beneath him, her legs falling open in welcome. He
draped his body over Grace’s slighter one, eager grunts leaving his mouth as he
positioned himself over her pussy and bore down with his erection. Their groans
were pain-filled, reaching every corner of the cabin, breaking off when Aaron
got back to kissing that addictive mouth, yanking the oversized sweater up, up
to her belly, so he could rock against her sex with only his pants and her
tights as obstructions.
“Aaron.”
“You were warned,” he reminded her with a strangled shout,
delivered into the space above her head. “Three times, Grace. That’s three
times more than I’d give anyone else.” He slid up and back in the cradle of her
legs, groaning over the rasping friction her tights delivered to his stiff,
fuck-hungry dick. “Make it four times. I gave you an out back at the house. You
should have taken it.”
When Grace should have been trembling or alarmed by the cut steel
in his voice, she only stretched out beneath him like a cat, opening up for
him. Almost preening beneath his rough ministrations. “Maybe I should have. But
we’re here now, so stop trying to scare me.” Her fingertips moved down Aaron’s
chest to the seat of his pants, where she smoothed her palm over the curve of
his cock, which started him panting like a marathon runner. “You don’t really
want to scare me, do you, Aaron?”
Christ, her soft words, the sight of her, were choking him up. Her
hair was a haphazard display framing her face, those crooked front teeth
somehow making him twice as eager to seal their mouths together again. He was a
hunter who’d discovered a sprite dancing in the woods and dragged her home,
intending to use her body for vigorous relief, but got forgiveness in return.
“No, I don’t. I don’t want to scare you.”
“I know,” she breathed, unfastening his belt buckle. “I just know.”
THE ROMANCING THE CLARKSONS SERIES
TOO HOT TO HANDLE, #1
TOO WILD TO TAME, #2
TOO HARD TO FORGET, #3
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tessa Bailey is originally from
Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her
yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove cross-country to New York City in
under four days. Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter
while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those
four walls, she met her husband, best friend, and discovered the magic of
classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College
and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted
attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing
continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New
York with her husband and daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived,
she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling
in love.
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