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Even nice girls have needs.
Erin starts using matchmaker Luxxor Limited, not realizing that the company is truly an escort service. She meets a series of hunky men, but the dates are disappointing. She wants a man that will awaken her senses, challenge her thoughts, and rev up her body. But she gets more than she bargained for when Luxxor sets her up with another client, lawyer Colton King. Her big brother’s best friend.
Erin has always lusted for Colt. Dark, muscled, and brooding, he was her first teenage crush. Now he’s her favorite fevered fantasy. He’s just never taken notice of her before. She has his attention now.
Colton is horrified when he learns the scandalous game Erin has been playing with Luxxor’s escorts. He orders her to stop, but things go a bit too far… and become a bit too sexy… Soon Colt is escorting Erin straight to his bed.
Years ago, her family forbade him to touch her. How will he defend himself when they learn how impure his thoughts are for their innocent, loving daughter? The one who’s grown up into the sweetest, naughtiest, little temptress.
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When times get tough, how bad does a good girl have to get?
Sienna Blakely is bright, articulate, and woefully underemployed. In order to get by, she’s forced to rely on the one asset she vowed never to use – her looks. With bills piling up, Sienna signs a contract with Luxxor Escort Services. A contract that strictly forbids any sexual contact with clients…
And then she’s assigned to escort Jason Sloan.
Just meeting the hockey player turned business shark causes a full-body jolt. Arrogant, powerful, and sexy, he’s trouble. He can see beyond the facade she’s erected, right down to the intelligent and sensual woman underneath. He challenges her wits, and he challenges the rules.
When Jason gets Luxxor to upgrade her to an exclusive and more lenient contract, just how far will Sienna go to pay her rent? And to explore her deepest, most intimate desires?
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“Can I see your ankle?” Sienna asked softly.
The question came from out of the blue, surprising even her. She hadn’t meant to ask, but that limp, negligible as it was, made her stomach hurt.
Jason’s good humor faded as he looked at her. She saw the guard come up in his eyes, but also the questions. The glass and brass clock on the far wall went tick, tick, tick.
Dropping her feet to the floor, Sienna patted her lap.
With an uncomfortable shrug, he turned and propped himself up against the other end of the couch. He dropped his bare feet onto her lap and lifted his coffee cup, saluting her.
Yet she could feel the tension in him as she tentatively touched his shin.
“It’s hurting you this morning,” she whispered.
He watched her steadily. “Not that bad.”
“I should make you amend the contract so you’re not allowed to pick me up or carry me.”
He scowled. “Are you trying to start a fight?”
“No.” She traced her fingers along the scar on his right ankle and tried not to envision the horrible play where he’d been injured. She’d watched it once online, and she hadn’t been able to get it out of her head since. It had made her cringe, and it had made her cry.
“I’ll stay the day, if that’s what you want,” she said.
The muscles leading up to his calf were tight. She instinctively began to massage them to get them to loosen.
A sound came from the back of his throat.
She looked at him sharply. “Should I stop?”
The heat burning in his eyes told her she’d better not.
Liquid molasses began swimming through her veins, sweet and warm. The worries and reservations that had been giving her a stomachache eased. Their arrangement might be unusual, but, in a way, he was right. That contract had freed her to do things she normally would never do. Like, pull the thorn out of the angry lion’s paw.
Or explore her sexuality in ways she’d never dared before.
Her breath was shaky as she warmed his cold toes. He was offering his most vulnerable side to her right now, simply because she’d asked. He’d told her he didn’t trust women, and she understood why.
But he was trusting her.
Neither of them said a word. They simply moved as one, he dropping his feet to the floor and she climbing across the cushions so she could straddle his lap.
Her eyelids became heavy when his hands slid under his hockey jersey to cup her bottom. She hadn’t bothered to put on anything underneath it.
“I’m sorry about the way I went about it, but I’m not sorry I’ve got you in my bed,” he said, low and firm. His fingers bit deeper into her flesh as he pulled her forward until her knees sank into the cushions behind him.
Sienna grabbed the back of the sofa on either side of him. “Nina said you’d hired escorts through Luxxor before. Have you negotiated other exclusive contracts?”
His expression darkened. “Hell, no.”
She relaxed. He was changing her. Not only did the crassness not offend her, it made her happy.
taking the Myers-Briggs personality test in high school,
Kimberly was rated as a rare INFJ
(Introverted-Intuitive-Feeling-Judging). This result sent her into a
panic because there were no career paths recommended for the type.
Fortunately, it turned out to be well-suited to a writing career. Since
receiving that dismal outlook, Kimberly has become an award-winning
author of romance and erotica. She has written for seven publishing
houses, both domestic and international, and has recently focused her
efforts on the exciting world of self-publishing. When not writing, she
enjoys movies, sports, traveling, music, and sunshine.
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(but I rarely go out there anymore because it’s so toxic)