Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Publication Date: 03-30-2010
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To save one good man, she’ll have to let her inner bad girl out to play…
Ben learned the art of sacrifice from his missionary parents, but when a drunk driver he saved kills three people, he quits. To be precise, the fist he plants in the man’s face gets him suspended. And the first dish he wants on his newly empty plate is Jessica—preferably naked.
Jessica can’t believe the Ben she’s found drowning his sorrows in a bar is her knight in shining scrubs. And he won’t be pried loose until she bets 48 hours of her time in a game of pool. She loses. And the next morning she stands to lose much more.
The Chief of Staff’s recommendation for the promotion she’s been after rides on her ability to keep Ben out of trouble until things blow over.
Except “trouble” is all Ben wants. And despite herself, Jessica finds that she’s more than willing to go down with him…
Contains hot love in a store dressing room and in the front seat of a car—at the expense of a very nice strawberry patch, unfortunately—oh, and hooker boots. Can’t forget the hooker boots.
by Erin Nicholas
Jessica’s nipples were perfect. The entire left breast was damn nice. He was assuming the right matched, but it was still covered with terrycloth.
Even if it didn’t, Ben was currently the happiest man on earth.
The towel she’d wrapped herself in had slipped as she reached overhead for the bottle of mouthwash in his medicine cabinet. Ben was glad he’d put the bottle up high. The more she reached, the lower the towel slid. She was, of course, unaware that the mirror in front of her reflected to the mirror on his dresser, which he could see perfectly from the bed. He’d never noticed it before but was now very thankful for the way he’d arranged the room.
Jessica in his bathroom, in nothing but a towel, warm and still wet from her shower, was a fabulous way to start a day.
She reached up again, retrieving dental floss, and Ben knew exactly what to do.
Jessica was known as a non-dater, a non-flirter, a non-partier. It wasn’t that she wasn’t friendly to the staff and downright magical with the patients, but she didn’t go out. Period. She wasn’t nasty about it or judgmental about those who did. She just always said no thank you.
Well, he was in the mood to do a whole bunch of stuff definitely including flirting and partying, and Jessica was, for some reason, the only person that he wanted to do it with. It didn’t make sense, but he’d had a lifetime of trying to make sense of things and he was tired of it.
If his attraction for Jessica didn’t make sense, it certainly didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy it.
He was going to try something new—he was going to just go with it.
Ben pushed himself up out of bed, pausing only long enough to drop his boxer shorts near the clothes hamper.
His major morning erection would impress Jessica, or scare her. Either way, there was no time like the present to start getting to know each other better.
Jessica sucked in a quick breath and grabbed the top of her towel. The fact that the top edge of the towel came below her left breast registered in the next second.
She yanked the towel up and spun to face him, her face red.
Her gaze dropped, her cheeks got even redder and she pulled her eyes back to his face. But her eyes dropped to his jutting erection again.
Ben grinned. This was going well.
“I…” Jessica croaked. She stopped to clear her throat, lifted her gaze again and blinked a few times, then turned her eyes up toward the ceiling. “Good morning.”
“You look great in the morning.”
“Um, thank you.” She continued looking up.
“Your neck is going to get a kink in it,” Ben told her, amused.
“You could use a good duster,” she replied conversationally. “There are cobwebs all over that light.”
He glanced up, never having noticed the fixture before, not to mention the cobwebs. “I certainly wouldn’t be offended if you reached up there and tried to brush them away,” Ben said.
She looked at him and frowned, opened her mouth, then glanced down at her towel. He watched as her mind put the pieces together. Reaching up, towel sliding down, breast exposed, him here in front of her…
He wondered if her imagination went as far as his did. Like to him taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking, making her moan.
A certain part of him liked the idea a lot. He grew harder. Not that Jessica noticed. Her eyes were back on the ceiling.
Ben crossed his arms and leaned a shoulder against the glass shower door. He decided to let it go. For now. He had no doubt that he would eventually be very familiar with Jessica’s nipples. “Are you finding everything you need?”
Her eyes remained trained on the light fixture overhead. “Yep. Yes. Um, yes. I’m fine.”
“Don’t need anything at all?”
Without looking where she was going, Jessica began inching toward the door.
“Coffee,” she said. “I definitely need some coffee.”
Ben grinned watching her, and vowed to make Jessica more comfortable being naked around him as soon as possible. Practice made perfect, after all.
“I’m going to shower and I’ll be right out.”
“Gre—” Jessica’s response was cut off when she slammed the door behind her.
Jessica was dressed in record time. There was no coffee pot so she was now she was searching Ben’s cupboards for something, anything, other than Pop-Tarts that would pass for breakfast food. She was trying to keep her pulse at a normal, steady rate too. Which she might have been able to accomplish if she could quit thinking of Ben standing in the bathroom in all his glory.
It wasn’t her fault that all of the food in his kitchen reminded her of him. Naked. Aroused. Largely aroused.
That guy was simply made to be naked. It wasn’t fair to cover all of that up with clothes.
She opened the cupboard near the fridge. It held a jar of peanut butter. Only a jar of peanut butter. Peanut butter that would look good smeared all over Ben…for her to lick off.
Jessica groaned, slammed the cupboard shut and yanked open the drawer by the fridge.
The Twinkies were penis-shaped. She stared down at the three individually wrapped cakes. Okay, they weren’t exactly penis shaped. But in her imagination, at the moment anyway, it didn’t take much.
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