“Hello, Corinne,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”
For a moment he was sure she was going to tell him to get bent, then stalk off.
Maybe, he thought suddenly, terribly, unwillingly, maybe she’d slap his face
first. He didn’t take a step back, though he wanted to.
Corinne didn’t leave, and she didn’t slap him. To his surprise, she moved to
embrace him, a second or so only, the press of her cheek on his. He breathed her
in, blinking at the brief caress of her hair on his face before there was space
and distance between them again. His cock was already almost fully hard.
“Reese, my God,” she said. “How are you? What a wonderful surprise.”
A second later she was in his arms again, like she couldn’t stop herself from
hugging him, and all he wanted to do was pull her closer and never let her go.
Instead, Reese took her by the upper arms and pushed her carefully but firmly a
step or two away from him. It was impossible to miss the way her mouth turned
down, though she smoothed her expression immediately. They stared at each other
in an endless silence.
“They told me I was meeting with a guy named Tony Randolph,” Corinne said finally.
“He’s my assistant,” Reese told her. “But I decided to show up, myself.”
Corinne took a seat at the table. She looked at the two glasses of wine, then
him. She took her napkin from her plate and settled it on her lap.
“I hear you have an offer for us,” she said. “I suppose we should discuss it.”
Corinne was young once. She did everything—girls, boys, drugs, toys—and did it
in high funky fashion. Reese wasn't her first lover, but he was the first to
submit to her. For a while they had something special, but it ended badly.
She's a little older now. And the wealthy businessman who just bought the
company she works for bears little resemblance to that boy. He's commanding,
domineering, and seems hell-bent on pushing her past her limits.
In a flash of anger, she falls back into their old pattern—and Reese falls right
in with her. Before she knows it, she's testing him. Then tasting him. But she
can't afford to get involved again. Her life is complicated enough without
throwing in a slew of kink.
Now if only Reese would stop making her feel like the goddess she used to be…and
showing her who's been the boss all along. Then…and now.
Warning: Contains thousand-dollar, custom-tailored
business suits, fuzzy green boots, goth eyeliner, and fishnet sleeves. We'll let
you discover who wears what.
Romance Contemporary
[Samhain, On Sale: June 14, 2016, e-Book, ISBN:
9781619233676 / eISBN: 9781619233676]
Megan Hart has written in almost every genre of romantic fiction, including
historical, contemporary, romantic suspense, romantic comedy, futuristic,
fantasy and perhaps most notably, erotic. She also writes non-erotic fantasy and
science fiction, as well as continuing to occasionally dabble in horror.
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