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Rhythm of Love
Carter Gates, amateur Latin ballroom dancer,
is ready to make a move on his sexy new assistant. Problem is Carter owns the
company and holds to one principle—hands off staff. His body isn’t listening. Bree’s
scent intoxicates him and her lithe body makes it difficult to follow his rule.
Bree’s no better off. She can’t extinguish
the fire her new boss ignites whenever he’s near. Hiding the fact she’s friends
with his partner, and a dancer
herself, she slips into a revealing outfit and his arms for one night of hot,
sexy competition performing a highly erotic tango that gives new meaning to going up in flames.
Bree’s friend has other ideas—she wants
Carter for herself. However, after spending a passionate evening in Carter’s
bed, Bree wants more—and she’s determined
to get it.
Excerpt:
Carter reached his destination and
the rhythmic strumming of the guitar exhilarated him. The melancholy beat
caused his heart to race as he entered the club. Carter spoke briefly with a
few contestants while glancing around to see if his partner had arrived.
Sometimes they met in a quiet corner by the bar to discuss their routine. He
shoved through a gyrating sea of people and grabbed the last stool
available. He ordered gin, straight up. Not nervous about Cara showing up yet,
he looked over the room. It was a good crowd.
A head of wavy hair moving through
the throng caught his attention. Familiarity washed over him. Hell, he’d know
her anywhere. What was Bree doing here? Caught totally off guard by her
appearance, he started to sweat. The thing with the underwear blared in his
mind along with the fact his employees weren’t aware he had a penchant for
dance. If they found out, the guys would laugh, rib him for the tight outfits
and fancy shoes, something he didn’t want to deal with. Christ.
He watched her come closer. A smile
curved the corner of her very kissable lips and he remembered how sweet they
were. His chest tightened with jealously when he watched a stranger hug her. The
man’s hands rested lightly on her hips. How did they know each other? Carter
wanted to do exactly what the guy did, take her in his arms, feel her pressed
tight to his crotch. Damn if he liked watching someone else do just that. Heat flared
in his crotch.
She hadn’t noticed him yet, but she
was moving his way. After being stopped twice more, she stood only feet from
him talking to a female contestant. Her head turned to where Carter sat as if she knew he would be there. He almost choked on the gin he’d swallowed when
their eyes met.
“Carter, it’s good to see you.”
Bree’s throaty voice slid down his spine. Relief washed over him that she
didn’t seem upset about what happened between them. He had waited for her to
come from the bathroom at the office as long as he could before leaving for a
late meeting.
He gazed up and down her body, his
eyes stopping at the split in the icy blue satin dress that clung to every
curve. It ended only inches below her crotch and, thank God, it was situated
more toward her thigh. Damn if she didn’t look dressed to dance. The heels made
her taller and her body looked even better than he remembered from only hours
ago.
When she leaned to speak to
someone, a swell of breast peeked at him from the side of the strapless
concoction. He saw the thin invisible strap around her bare back. He let his
eyes travel to where the pale blue material picked up again right above the
crease of her ass. He wanted to put his hand there, feel the heat. Go down
further and cup her cheeks. Let his tongue slide through velvety warmth... Jesus!
The scent of musk trailed around
his head drawing him in. Christ, this woman had his cock tied in a knot. His
slacks grew snug, but the swell would barely be noticeable. He couldn’t perform
a single step if he had to right now. Good thing his partner never affected him
this way. Bree looked back at him and a smile lifted the corner of her mouth.
“Bree. Didn’t know you hung out
here. Can I buy you a drink?” The music roared in his ears. Carter hoped he
hadn’t spoken too loudly. His gaze remained glued to her plump lips and he
almost missed her answer.
“Gin, straight up,” she said.
He grinned. Lifting his drink, he
moved it slowly to her pink lips. She opened and ran her tongue around the glass’s
edge. She touched his hand, tilting it enough to take a swallow. He pulled it
back, his eyes never leaving hers. “Mmm, that’s good.”
“You dance?” He envisioned dragging
her into a dark hallway and taking her while music pulsated against walls. His
realization earlier at the office that she reciprocated his feelings opened a
new door, one Carter wasn’t sure he wanted to close. Maybe ask her out, be with
her away from the office. Shit, he could be on his way to losing the best
assistant he ever had.
“As often as I can.” Brown eyes
shimmered at him. He wanted to dive in, taste her. All of her. “Latin is my
favorite.”
“Hmm. Who’s your partner tonight?”
His heart banged along with vibrant drums in the song playing. He didn’t really
want to know. Anybody holding her in an embrace so close, so hard, steamed him.
Some lucky bastard would be teased by the feel of Bree against him. Teased to
the point of pain.
“You.”
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele
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