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Genre: Erotic Romance
About For Her Protection:
You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.Source: Info in the About For Her Protection was from the press kit from the publicity team.
Yet pleasure seems to be the one and only thing on Charlize’s mind the moment Connor steamrolls into her life. Desperate to save her family company, prove she’s more than a pretty face and worthy of being CEO, pleasure is a distraction she can’t afford.
She doesn’t want a bodyguard, especially not one whose caveman heroics kick her libido into hyperdrive. But surrounded by enemies and an attacker on the loose, there’s only one man she can trust with her life.
Connor knows better than to get personal with clients. Yet there couldn’t be anything more personal about his feelings for Charlize. From the moment he clapped eyes on her he wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and really give her something to scream about. He’ll get his uptight she-cat to unwind, preferably one orgasm at a time.
With Connor in her office, her home, driving her to sweet, merciless distraction, there’s only so long Charlize can resist his sexy, dominant brand of protection
Excerpt:
“Now you’re calling me names, that’s slick, buster. Tell me, does this strategy work for you? Drag your knuckles and hurl some insults and the ladies fall to their knees?”
He stepped forward, his nostrils flaring. “You’ve a high opinion of yourself, kitten. I wasn’t trying to get you on your knees. Make no mistake—if I was, you’d know it explicitly.” He enunciated the last word slowly, drawing out each syllable so the word became truly explicit. His black sneakers stopped an inch from hers and he flashed a grin, a tight-like-a-wolf grin, all hungry white teeth. “And for the record I’ve never had to trick a woman to get her on her knees.”
Heat coursed through her system, centering somewhere in her panty region. She squeezed her thighs together and her tongue darted between her lips.
His gaze homed in on her mouth and his voice lowered. “If you’d stopped to listen instead of shooting off that sharp tongue, you’d have seen I was trying to help you before you got yourself into trouble.”
Helping her was he? Of course he’d think she was completely unable to stick up for herself. Charlize took a step out of the gravity surrounding him, hoping it’d free her from the pull. “I didn’t need help. I had it under control.”
“Is that right?” He smiled again and again his expression made her feel as if she were about to be dinner. “You handle yourself by insulting and provoking men twice your size? Very clever, kitten.”
If the condescending caveman called her a kitten one more time she’d show him some claw. “I could handle them—just like I can handle you. You only got me over your shoulder by catching me off guard.”
He laughed and leaned in again. She refused to back away this time.
“Is that so? Care to put your money where your mouth is?”
Charlize swallowed, a thrill trickling over her skin. She could think of a few places she could put her mouth. “What do you mean?”
“You say you can handle them? Handle me? I could have you facedown, ass-up on that mat by the time you count to three.”
Crap.
Facedown, ass-up? What part of that visual did what it was supposed to do—repel her? The image was like a lick straight over her crotch, sending heat zapping down nerves she didn’t know she had. Not that she’d let him in on her reaction, cocky asshole.
Her chin rose. “Deal. What do I get when I win?”
“When you win?” He chuckled and his eyes shone with pure mischief. “Fine, what would you like from me—should you win?”
Her mind ticked over. How about him…on his knees, face planted against her—dammit, no. But a groveling caveman wasn’t totally unappealing. “You get to be my gym bitch for a week. Fetch me weights, be my water boy, take care of anything and everything I need.”
His lips twitched and his voice lowered to a rumble. “I’m more than prepared to satisfy all your needs. But are you prepared to give me what I want if I win?”
Heat progressed down her cheeks to her neck. God willing she wasn’t as red as she felt.
Only if it involves the facedown, ass-up scenario.
Her pussy throbbed. She’d lost it. Must have just let herself get a little too wound up. Her libido was getting confused with everything going on and the fact that the caveman was hot. She didn’t want to jump him anywhere near as much as she felt like she did. Yep that makes perfect sense. “What is it you want?”
“Not much, just an apology. First to me then to the two meatheads out there.”
An apology? He looked at her like that and all he wanted was an apology? He’d have more chance with the ass-up bit.
“Of course if you think you’ll lose…”
“I won’t lose.” She held his gaze. Sure he’d be able to pin her down eventually but no way would she let him do it in three seconds. She could run, she’d played her share of dodgeball. She could evade. “Assuming I get an advantage?”
“What kind of advantage.”
Charlize stepped back. “I’m thinking six feet. It’s only fair since you’re not trying to sneakily catch me off guard and all.”
He flashed his neat row of teeth again and pressed buttons on his watch. “Six feet it is. Three seconds on the stopwatch.”
She took her remaining steps back.
He glanced up. “Now to be clear…three seconds and you go facedown on that mat.”
“I understand—if you can get me there.” She flashed him her own set of pearly whites. “I’ll countdown from three then your three seconds begin.”
He nodded and she put one foot back, ready to spin and run. “Three.” All she had to do was outrun him for three seconds. “Two.” Her muscles poised. “One.”
He stepped forward, his nostrils flaring. “You’ve a high opinion of yourself, kitten. I wasn’t trying to get you on your knees. Make no mistake—if I was, you’d know it explicitly.” He enunciated the last word slowly, drawing out each syllable so the word became truly explicit. His black sneakers stopped an inch from hers and he flashed a grin, a tight-like-a-wolf grin, all hungry white teeth. “And for the record I’ve never had to trick a woman to get her on her knees.”
Heat coursed through her system, centering somewhere in her panty region. She squeezed her thighs together and her tongue darted between her lips.
His gaze homed in on her mouth and his voice lowered. “If you’d stopped to listen instead of shooting off that sharp tongue, you’d have seen I was trying to help you before you got yourself into trouble.”
Helping her was he? Of course he’d think she was completely unable to stick up for herself. Charlize took a step out of the gravity surrounding him, hoping it’d free her from the pull. “I didn’t need help. I had it under control.”
“Is that right?” He smiled again and again his expression made her feel as if she were about to be dinner. “You handle yourself by insulting and provoking men twice your size? Very clever, kitten.”
If the condescending caveman called her a kitten one more time she’d show him some claw. “I could handle them—just like I can handle you. You only got me over your shoulder by catching me off guard.”
He laughed and leaned in again. She refused to back away this time.
“Is that so? Care to put your money where your mouth is?”
Charlize swallowed, a thrill trickling over her skin. She could think of a few places she could put her mouth. “What do you mean?”
“You say you can handle them? Handle me? I could have you facedown, ass-up on that mat by the time you count to three.”
Crap.
Facedown, ass-up? What part of that visual did what it was supposed to do—repel her? The image was like a lick straight over her crotch, sending heat zapping down nerves she didn’t know she had. Not that she’d let him in on her reaction, cocky asshole.
Her chin rose. “Deal. What do I get when I win?”
“When you win?” He chuckled and his eyes shone with pure mischief. “Fine, what would you like from me—should you win?”
Her mind ticked over. How about him…on his knees, face planted against her—dammit, no. But a groveling caveman wasn’t totally unappealing. “You get to be my gym bitch for a week. Fetch me weights, be my water boy, take care of anything and everything I need.”
His lips twitched and his voice lowered to a rumble. “I’m more than prepared to satisfy all your needs. But are you prepared to give me what I want if I win?”
Heat progressed down her cheeks to her neck. God willing she wasn’t as red as she felt.
Only if it involves the facedown, ass-up scenario.
Her pussy throbbed. She’d lost it. Must have just let herself get a little too wound up. Her libido was getting confused with everything going on and the fact that the caveman was hot. She didn’t want to jump him anywhere near as much as she felt like she did. Yep that makes perfect sense. “What is it you want?”
“Not much, just an apology. First to me then to the two meatheads out there.”
An apology? He looked at her like that and all he wanted was an apology? He’d have more chance with the ass-up bit.
“Of course if you think you’ll lose…”
“I won’t lose.” She held his gaze. Sure he’d be able to pin her down eventually but no way would she let him do it in three seconds. She could run, she’d played her share of dodgeball. She could evade. “Assuming I get an advantage?”
“What kind of advantage.”
Charlize stepped back. “I’m thinking six feet. It’s only fair since you’re not trying to sneakily catch me off guard and all.”
He flashed his neat row of teeth again and pressed buttons on his watch. “Six feet it is. Three seconds on the stopwatch.”
She took her remaining steps back.
He glanced up. “Now to be clear…three seconds and you go facedown on that mat.”
“I understand—if you can get me there.” She flashed him her own set of pearly whites. “I’ll countdown from three then your three seconds begin.”
He nodded and she put one foot back, ready to spin and run. “Three.” All she had to do was outrun him for three seconds. “Two.” Her muscles poised. “One.”
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her days as a graphic designer but her nights writing sizzling tales about heroes with tough exteriors who are warm inside.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
Ends: 13 July 2014
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