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ENGAGING THE BACHELOR by CATHRYN FOX
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Hot Southampton doctor Carson Reynolds isn’t the kind of man Gemma Carr should be playing with. But his offer of a fake engagement comes with sexy, late night house calls, and despite her bad girl reputation, it’s been far too long since she’s taken two and called anyone in the morning.
When Carson sees Gemma at a charity event, he knows he has to have her. It’s been ten years since he’s had her in his arms, but that hasn’t lessened his intense need for her. To save her reputation and get his parents off his back, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
It’s the perfect set-up—until this fake engagement starts to feel a little too real…
AND DON’T MISS:
SEDUCING THE BOSS by MARI CARR — AUGUST 1
CLAIMING THE ENEMY by LAUREN HAWKEYE
TEMPTING THE BAD BOY by JAN MEREDITH —
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Excerpt from Engaging the Bachelor…
Gemma gave a curt nod, and Andy tapped the microphone and said, “Sold.” She gestured toward the staff. “Let’s take a short break and refill our drinks.”
The noise level reached a new high as the waitresses made their rounds, taking drink and food orders. Thankful the attention was off her, Gemma reached into her pocket for the key to the handcuffs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Carson asked.
She worked to insert the key, but her hands were shaking so hard she couldn’t get it into the lock. “Getting us out of these things.”
“Maybe I’m not ready to set you free.”
“Too bad.”
The key slipped from her hand, and they both bent down and reached for it at the same time. Fingers brushed—intimate, soft—lingering a moment too long. She drew back like she’d been burned, but not before she caught the clean scent of his skin again, a beautiful reminder of the night that was permanently etched in her memory. Desire bombarded her, and she made a noise to cover the moan rising in her throat as his hand closed over the key.
His gaze slid over hers, his eyes glistening invitingly. He sipped the key into the lock and freed them. “Maybe I’ll hang on to these.” Handcuffs dangling from his finger, he bent forward, and put his mouth near her ear, the warmth of his breath on her face eliciting a shiver. “I might want to use them later.”
She snatched them back and jumped up. “Maybe I’ll use them on you.” Having taken care of herself for as long as she could remember, she was an independent woman, one who always called the shots. This take-charge attitude of his flustered the hell out of her and teased the hungry ache between her legs.
He followed her up straightening to his full height. A wicked grin tweaked the corners of his mouth. “If that’s the way you want to play it, I’m game.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She shook her head. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Done what?”
“Bid on me. I’m not interested in rekindling anything with you.”
“What makes you think this was all about you? I’m just trying to help out with your cause.” He pushed one hand into his pocket, looking for all the world like he was nothing more than a generous benefactor. But she knew better. Mr. Innocent, he was not. “You weren’t auctioning any women, and I wasn’t about to bid on some dude.”
“Why not? It’s for a good cause.”
“Yeah, but I like a date who can hold her own, one who is a little rough and tough.”
“You’re saying these guys aren’t rough and tough?”
He gave her a lopsided grin, and a laugh escaped her before she could stop it. “Not like you, they’re not.” His warm hand caressed her waist. “But don’t worry, there’s a cure for that.”
She eyed him, refusing to let him know his touch turned her to putty. “Oh, yeah? And what might that remedy be? You?”
His fingers splayed, and a flash of heat moved through her. Instead of answering, he asked, “Ready?”
She pushed on his shoulder to send him away, but he didn’t budge. Cripes, she’d have a better chance of moving an eighteen-wheeler with her finger than him. Rock solid and full of rigid determination, he stood there waiting like he had all the time in the world.
“Sorry, Sailor Boy, but I’m afraid we’ll have to postpone.” She tapped the podium. “I still have work to do so you might want to go home and get a good night’s sleep. You look like you could use it.”
Instead of backing off, he stepped closer, the blue in his eyes darkening and derailing her ability to think with clarity. “I’ve waited ten years, Gemma. Tired or not, a few more hours aren’t going to hurt.”
Shit, she wished he wouldn’t stand so close. It was messing with her last working brain cell. “When I get done here, I have to take Gracie for a walk.”
He arched a brow. “Gracie?”
“My guard dog,” she explained, and twirled the handcuffs around her fingers.
“I like dogs.”
“She doesn’t like men. If you get within five feet of her, she’ll probably bite.”
“With a name like Gracie, she doesn’t sound like she’d hurt a fly.”
“I never said she had anything against flies,” she replied, her voice light, teasing.
What the hell am I doing?
She was a known flirt, but the last guy she should be playing games with was Carson.
He laughed, amusement lingering in his eyes when he said, “I’ll take my chances.”
She gave a casual shrug, enjoying the easy banter between them more than she would have liked. “Fine then, don’t blame me if she takes your leg off.”
“Leg or no legs, you’re having dinner with me.”
“I don’t remember you being so bossy.”
He arched a brow, the look in his eyes challenging. “Oh, so now you remember something about me, do you?”
“No…yes…I mean…” Shit. Of course she remembered. Ten long years had passed, and she still couldn’t forget his kisses, the soft sweep of his hands on her body—gentle one minute, greedy the next. Arousal wound through her just from the memories.
Honest to God, how she was going to make it through a date with him without wanting an encore was beyond her.
Wait. Why the hell couldn’t she just get him naked and have her way with him—again? Why not satisfy a curiosity—what would he be like in bed after all these years—and scratch the itch that still stirred deep within her. Once he demonstrated that he cared only about himself and his needs, she’d be able to forget about him once and for all, and get on with her life.
Or not.
