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Title: Skirt Chaser
Author: Stacey Kennedy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Skirt Chaser
Love gets filthy in this new erotic romance by USA Today bestselling author, Stacey Kennedy.
Greyson Crawford works hard by day and plays even harder at night. And he understands and obeys the rules of the game. One, don’t mix business and pleasure. Two, employees are off-limits. So, he’s been eagerly counting down the days until interior designer, Evie Richards is no longer under contract with his Seattle architecture firm. But when that day comes, he realizes there are more obstacles in his way. The biggest…Evie herself.
Until Evie gets asked to be the maid-of-honor in her best friend’s destination wedding, and Evie needs a date. The circumstances are perfect for Greyson to set his plan of seduction into motion. He will happily play the boyfriend for the weeklong wedding event, if Evie will surrender to his every command and play in his bed.
For Evie, it’s all fun and games until Greyson’s first touch; then she begins to question what’s real. She knows better than to fall for a guy like Greyson—a skirt chasing ladies’ man—but with every slow caress and kinky adventure, she realizes that Greyson knows what he wants, and it isn’t just her body surrendering to him…it’s her heart.
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Intent and careful to take his time not
to scare any other employees in the restroom, Grey entered the simple and
modern bathroom with the five stalls. Only one door was closed, and there was
no one at the sink, so he moved toward the vanity and leaned against it. Hands
shoved into his pockets, he stared at the closed door, giving Evie the time she
needed. That’s when he heard her soft cries, and with those pained noises, something
inside of him tensed.
It was a sensation strong enough to make
him question what it was about this woman that drew him in so intently. She’d
gotten a grip on his mind and body so tightly that he pondered her situation,
and his, and what he could do about both. He’d become so lost in his thoughts
that he didn’t realize she’d opened the door until she was leaving the stall
and striding out.
Head down, she hadn’t noticed him yet,
so he called out to her, “Evie.”
Her head snapped up, a scream ripping
from her throat, hands pressing against her chest. “Holy shit!”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sorry
for scaring you.” His amusement washed away when he took a good look at her
face. There was so much pain there. He didn’t like it.
The shock from her face slowly faded.
“Why are you in here?” she asked.
“To return your phone to you.” He moved
to her, watching her following his every step. The heat in her eyes was
instant, and that’d always been the problem. She wanted him. Christ, did she
want him, he could tell. But she was smart and clever, never one to cross the
professional line either. She was also a good girl, who likely needed love
before sex. Maybe that was the real reason she didn’t ever cross the line.
Maybe it was less about the job and more about protecting her heart from a guy
that screamed danger. He could
understand why.
Though he never was a man who took the
easy road, and he sure as shit liked a challenge. He stared into her gorgeous
eyes, and a plan formed. One that got him what he wanted, and yet would benefit
her, too. He’d never been a sly or shady guy, but he was a good businessman.
And that meant using a situation to his advantage.
“So, that’s it. You got out the good cry
you needed to,” he said to her, and he liked the way her lips parted when he
leaned in toward her; it showed him just how much she
yearned for his kiss. “Your ex is marrying your best friend,” he added. “He’s
an asshole. She’s a bitch. This is happening, but it’s how you deal with it
that truly matters.”
“He’s not an
asshole,” she said softly, shaking her head. “And she’s not a bitch. I’ve
helped plan their wedding for the last year, and I’m happy for them. I
think…maybe it hadn’t sunk in or something.” She drew in a deep breath,
releasing it out her nose and added with a soft smile, “But I’m better now. I’m
sorry I fell apart out there.”
“One, I disagree
with you,” he retorted sternly. “I’m not convinced these aren’t terrible
people. And two, do not apologize that their selfishness hurt you. In fact, I’d
say it’s time to get revenge.”
The side of her mouth
arched slightly. He noted her long exhale, and he knew that had nothing to do
with emotions. That it was this push and pull thing going on between them. Call
it chemistry, intensity, whatever, it was as addictive as it was captivating. “How
exactly do I do that?” She grabbed a paper towel, got it a bit wet with cold
water, and then began wiping off her makeup, adding, “Murder them?” She gave
him her sexy smile that pooled heat in his groin.
Grey chuckled,
leaning his hip against the counter. “Perhaps that’s a bit extreme. Murder
means jail time, and you going away is definitely not what I want.”
She slowly
glanced at him then, cheeks flushing pink, and the dilation of her pupils was
obvious. That look had snagged him the very first day after his COO hired her
to design the lobby of the interior of their latest multi-million-dollar
high-rise.
Now, the look
intensified, hardening his cock, centering his mind on all the wicked things
he’d like to do to her. He stepped toward her, as she spun around, leaning
against the counter, wide eyes on him. There was something about her, maybe her
innocence, maybe this unexplainable connection that had only grown since he worked
alongside her, but it captured him in an unbreakable spell.
In the seconds
that passed, the desire practically wafted off her, scented so sweet his cock
went hard just that easily. As it always did, the space between them felt
charged with electricity, but he’d never gotten this close to her before. He
never let her feel the extent of how he wanted her. Now, he held nothing back.
“I have a better
idea than jail time,” he told her, giving her enough distance that if she
wanted to move and leave the bathroom, she could. When she stayed put, he
added, “Show these bastards up. Take me with you, and make them both ragingly jealous.”
Her eyes searched
his, then she broke out in loud laughter. “Yeah, right. Hilarious.”
She might have
said one thing, but the only thing he noticed was that she wasn’t moving, eyes
locked on him. “I’m not kidding,” he said, erasing the distance between them,
placing both hands on either side of her, trapping her between him and the
counter.
“You’re not
kidding,” she said, more of a statement than a question.
Grey glanced
from her bottom lip she nibbled to her flushed cheeks to her smoldering eyes… Christ,
what he’d do to this woman. It would be indecent. “I would never joke about
something that so clearly upsets you,” he told her seriously. “I can only imagine
you want to one-up them. I know I would. Use me to do it.”
“She’s my best
friend,” she said softly. “I don’t need to one-up her.”
He let his gaze
roam over her pretty face before looking into her smoldering eyes again. “Tell
me it’s never crossed your mind what it would feel like to walk in there not
like a sad third wheel but like a woman who owns the world.”
“And how would
that ever happen?’
“You’ll have me
on your arm.”
Her mouth
twisted. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”
“Angel, I am
never the third wheel of anything,” he told her, dead serious. “I’m the engine,
the accelerator, and the whole damn car.”
She swallowed
deeply and studied him, hard. “All
right,” she eventually said, “say I’m game and actually agree to this crazy
plan, what do you get out of it?”
“I get you.” He brought
his mouth close enough to tease her. She wanted his kiss, angling her head
backward, parting her lips. He dragged his nose across hers, and added, “I get
to have you in all the ways you know I want you. Beneath me, over me, against a
wall, on your knees, screaming my name, whatever I want. Completely under my
control.” And to ensure there were no misunderstandings, he sternly added, “My
game. My rules. Your surrender, until we’re back in Seattle.”
In a breathy
voice, she asked, “Tell me why any sane woman would do this?”
He grinned at
her—a sly smile that worked its charm on many women but seemed to have an even
greater effect on her. He watched the way the heat rippled through her, and her
breath grew rough and raspy, and fuck, did he want to make her moan.
“First, and most
importantly,” he answered, staying on point, “you will do this because we both know you’ve been looking for a
good reason to say yes to a little guilt-free, no-strings-attached with me. So,
here it is. I’m giving you the perfect scenario for us to make that happen. The
rules are clear. There can be no misunderstandings.”
She hadn’t
blinked. “And second?”
“Secondly,” he
said, moving his nose to her neck, inhaling her scent of sugar and spice while
he slid back up her smooth skin to her ear, feeling her shuddering under his
touch. “I’m that guy that every woman, including your bitch of a best friend,
will want.” He lifted his head, staring into her lust-filled eyes. “I’m the
perfect guy to show your shithead ex-boyfriend you’ve moved up in the world.”
She finally
blinked. “When exactly would this arrangement start?”
“Tonight. My house.
Eight o’clock. Bring your suitcase.” He paused, considered his next steps.
“Send your flight and resort details to my email so I can get that squared
away.”
She nodded.
“Okay.”
He took her
chin, tilting her eyes to lock onto his. “The proper reply is: ‘Yes, Grey, I
agree to your terms.’”
Silence fell.
A slowly
seductive, delicious darkness slid over her eyes with her grin. “Yes, Grey, I
agree to your terms.”
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About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy has written more than 30 romances, including titles in her wildly hot Club Sin, Dirty Little Secrets, and Filthy Dirty Love series. Her books are about real people with real-life problems, searching for that special thing we call love…in a very sexy way. When she’s not burning up the pages and setting e-readers ablaze, she’s living her happily ever after with her husband and two young children in southwestern Ontario. She’s a firm believer that wine, chocolate, and sinfully sexy books can cure all of life’s problems. To keep in touch with Stacey, get updates right to your inbox at staceykennedy.com/newsletter/.
