It’s finally here! This sports/workplace romance has been with me for five long years, and I’m so excited to have this baby out in the world. It’s swoony and sexy and has all the twists and turns I love. Frankie and Corey meet at a bar and have a one-night stand, only to realize, come Monday morning, that any thoughts of never seeing each other again have flown right out the door.
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It was just a one-night stand.
He was supposed to be my last hurrah. A handsome stranger to get lost in before I started working for the man who’d always controlled my life.
No feelings. No attachments. Nothing but a few drinks, a spin around the dance floor, and a couple hours of passion.
But a case of mistaken identity ruined all that. Now I couldn’t get rid of him, even if I wanted to, and that put his life on the line.
She was a game changer. One night with her, and everything I thought I wanted was turned on its head.
Convincing her to give me a chance was only the beginning. There were bigger things at play, some so dangerous it threatened our lives.
But I was determined to make it work. To have her in my life. The only problem was, someone else was dead set on cutting our time together short.
“Look,” she told me, facing her desk and shuffling through some papers there, “I made you no promises. There’s a reason I didn’t ask for your name. I never wanted anything but a night of fun.” She turned back to me, her eyes hard and her face a blank mask.
“We can still have some fun,” I offered. I stepped close, sliding one hand around to the small of her back and one behind her head. I pulled her close and pressed my lips tight against hers. There was no warmth, no passion, just a few brief seconds of contact.
Without warning, Frankie pulled back and slapped my face. I never expected a woman of her size to be able to pack such a punch. My face was on fire and stars flashed behind my eyelids. I held my hand to my cheek, letting the relative cool of my palm calm the burning in my skin.
When my vision cleared, I pulled my face back up to look at her. The blank mask of her face twitched once, right beneath her darkened eyes. As fast as she slapped me, she lunged at me. Her arms went around my neck, hands fisted in my hair, legs wrapped tight around my waist. And her lips, sweet lord her lips, were crushing down on mine.
It took me a second to react, and by then her tongue was in my mouth. I greeted her greedily and grasped her ass in my hands. She squeezed her thighs, lifting herself like she did in her hotel room as I’d fucked her against the wall, and I slid my hands up her back, untucking her shirt and touching her silky skin. I grabbed her nape and held her face to mine, keeping our lips locked, our tongues tangling together.
Frankie froze, the warmth draining out of her faster than water down a wide-open drain. She dropped her legs and slid out of my grasp. Pushing away from me, she turned to face her desk before spinning back to me.
“Get out of my office.” Her voice was ice in my veins, her face red like the rage emanating from her every pore.
“Out!” She pointed to the door, staring me down as I tried to understand, tried to wrap my head around the rapid shift in her attitude.
I adjusted my aching cock in my pants, then strode quickly to the door. With my hand on the handle, one foot in and one foot out, I stopped and glanced back at her. At Frankie. The angel. The goddess.
With the taste of her tongue on mine, I opened my mouth to speak. But there was nothing there, no words I could think to say to make her let me back in.