Author: KI Lynn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication date: May 14th, 2018
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My life was on track.
- Finish my MBA
- Get out of the hotel
- Finally date James, my manager
With only three months left, everything was set.
Then he walked in.
What I thought was just a difficult guest toppled my life in ways I didn’t plan for. He was an asshole, demanding, and more alluring than should be legal.
I had a path.
He destroyed it.
Excerpt . . .
“Meaning me, right?”
He nodded. “You’re the boss.”
I sighed. “Joy. When I get back you can go on break,” I said as I stepped around the counter and headed toward the elevator bay.
There was a request in, I’d made sure of it. Which made me wonder if there really were any spots or if it was just an excuse to see me. I really liked the latter.
It had taken me almost a half hour to calm down after I left his room the day before. I still couldn’t believe what was happening between us, I just wished we could behave like normal people and not in secret.
The walk to his room was second nature—a quick elevator ride, take a right and go down four doors. A swift rap of my knuckles against the door, and then wait for the overwhelming force that was Gavin Grayson.
“Hello,” he said as he opened the door. No scowl to greet me, no anger. There was a small upturn of his lips, a little more prominent on one side than the other.
A shudder rolled through me, my heart doing double time again.
“What’s wrong tonight?” I asked as I stepped into his room.
“You’re not in it,” he said.
My stomach flipped and I felt heat flood my cheeks. How was it that in a few short weeks he had taken over my heart? I wanted, yearned for his praise. To get caught up in his eyes, loving the way they would soften and grow heavy as he looked at me.
I drew in a stuttered breath as he stepped forward and towered over me. In heels I was a decent five-feet-eight inches, but Gavin had to be a few inches over six feet tall—a commanding presence as he loomed over me.
“Emma?” He was so close I could feel his breath on my skin.
“I want you.”
The muscles in my thighs clenched and I stretched up toward him, almost begging him closer. “Yes.”
“To stop looking at me like that.”
The haze he covered me with suddenly cleared as I looked up at him. My stomach dropped as I tried to comprehend what happened. “What?”
He stepped away, his back turned to me. All of his muscles were tense, his fists clenching at his side.
“If that’s what you want, what do you need?” I asked.
His head fell back. “I thought I’d made that obvious.”
“I’m not sure,” I replied, more than a little surprised at how breathy my voice was. “I’ve gotten a lot of mixed messages.”
He moved back toward me. “You have me conflicted.”
“Because the last time I wanted a woman anywhere near this much things didn’t end so well,” he began. “Because you’re young. Because you work for the hotel and not for me.” He reached out, his fingers caressing my clavicle before slipping up my neck. “Because nothing has ever seemed as taboo as your lips.”
My knees felt week as he moved closer, my nipples tightening. There was no resistance as I waited with bated breath.
His lips were soft against mine, supple. A taste, a sample. It was perfect and an electric pulse moved between us. Every ounce of want and desire sat in the small gap between our lips.
A squeak left me when he suddenly pressed forward, kissing deeper and more intensely than before. His free arm wound around my waist, pulling me closer to him while his mouth opened. I followed suit, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. It was forceful and filled with more passion than I’d ever encountered. So much that it ignited an inferno inside me.
All I wanted was for him to keep touching me, to never stop.
“You should go,” he said with gravel in his voice.
I didn’t want to let go. No, I wanted to continue. To finally scratch the itch that had pestered me since the day I first met him.
“No.” My voice was breathy and so unlike any sound I’d ever uttered. I pulled his face back down as I arched up into him. With millimeters between our lips he let out a groan before pushing on my waist.
“Now,” he growled as he stepped away.
He was breathing hard, nostrils flared, and his eyes so hooded that my thighs instantly clamped together.
I drew my lower lip between my teeth before reluctantly turning and leaving.
With each step away my head cleared and my smile grew. My fingers ran against my still tingling lips. It was by far the best kiss I’d ever had.
One kiss and I knew my life was changed. I wasn’t naïve enough to think we could really have any sort of relationship, but it ruined any lingering thoughts of a relationship with James.
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About the Author . . .
Since she began posting stories online, she's garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination...or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain... Usually it's cheese.
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