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May, 2010
Jodie Patterson's posh bakery is all about satisfying cravings. Her signature aphrodisiac cookies have been flying off the shelves...and giving Jodie some delicious ideas of her own. Behind his owlish glasses, Jodie's business partner, Dr. Dan Ellison, is the male equivalent of the Naughty Professor. Jodie is more than ready to indulge her fantasies with this wolf-in-geek's-clothing as long as they set some ground rules: sex is sex, business is business and nothing will change. Yeah, right! After that first addictive kiss, it's time to see if they can really satisfy each other's appetites.... Excerpt from Make Your MoveDan walked behind the counter, perusing the case. He moved to where she stood, and she inhaled his cologne – since when did Dan wear cologne? "You-you're wearing cologne," she said lamely. "Yeah. Do you like it?" If the way she was suddenly aching in particular spots meant anything, then yes, she could say she did. "It's just so unusual for you," she replied, her voice breathless. Maybe she was allergic to the scent, she realized, her head feeling a little fuzzy. What the heck was happening here? She stepped away, but Dan traveled down the length of the case with her. He didn't pay any attention to her; he simply looked through all the goodies as if deciding what he wanted. She knew what she wanted, unfortunately, squeezing her thighs together a little beneath the apron, a small moan escaping her lips. When he straightened, and faced her. "You okay?" "Yeah, uh, I didn't sleep well last night," she lied. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes, and his sandy brown hair looked. . .soft. She itched to touch it. "You'd never know it. You look gorgeous today. As usual," he said in a low, sexy tone that seemed to rumble through her. "Thanks. You seem . .different," she said, again lacking for words as lust fogged her brain. Dan, Dan, Dan, her mind yelled, as if trying to get her lust-saturated brain to recognize how wrong this was. Him, too. Dan looked at her deeply, his eyes hungry. Like he wanted to pounce on her and bite her. . .in the best possible way. "Oh, no," she whispered, backing up and finding only the wall behind her. "What? What's wrong?" "It's the cookies, Dan, I had some cookies. . .that's all. If you're feeling a little, uh, turned on, that's why. It's not me. It's the cookies," she babbled desperately as he stepped in closer. Oh my, she thought, when something very prominent in his pants brushed her thigh. Her insides melted, soaking her panties in a whoosh of sheer desire. He reached up, pulled the scarf from her head and let her hair fall loose. "I think it's you, Jodie. Remember, the cookies only have an effect if you are releasing attractor pheromones of your own in the first place. The cookies are just an enhancement of what your body is already feeling," he said on a hushed breath, his lips close, but not touching hers. "Oh," was all she could manage, focused on his mouth. "This is a long time coming," he said in a husky, masculine whisper. "Do you know how many times I've thought about it, imagined it? But you were always off limits." "Still am. You, too," she said, trying painfully to get him to see reason, though she really wanted him to push her up against the wall and do whatever he wanted. "We're partners. Friends," she said desperately. "Yes. What's a kiss between friends?" he asked, leaning in close, speaking against her mouth. The feathery touch was so sexy she moaned again and couldn't tear herself away. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anyone, and her arms snaked themselves up around his neck, her nipples tightening to an almost painful degree as she let herself press against him, seeking some kind of relief. This can't really be happening, she thought, even as their mouths met and sank into a soft, open-mouthed kiss that shook her to her soul. She threaded her fingers into his hair, felt him take his glasses off even as they kissed, one arm coming around her back, the other sliding seductively behind her head where he held her steady. Without warning, he changed the kiss from a gentle seduction to a full-on penetration of his tongue into her mouth, rubbing against hers, opening her so completely that she couldn't help but shudder from head to toe. Jodie had been kissed by a lot of men. A lot. She wasn't sure any man had ever kissed her this deeply, this thoroughly, or for this long. |   | |
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