Author: Clare Connelly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: February
1, 2018
Publisher:
Harlequin
DARE
Digital
ISBN: 9781488082368
“I
want to taste you tonight.”
With
chemistry this hot, it’s worth getting burned…
Billionaire Jack Grant is totally off-limits
to Gemma Picton. He’s wild, deliciously dangerous…and her boss. When working
late turns X-rated, it’s better than her wildest imaginings—and Gemma’s
imagined a lot! But Jack has major emotional baggage, so when Gemma starts
wanting to heal his heart as well as enjoy his body, she knows she’s in big
trouble…!
Excerpt: Copyright © 2018
Off Limits by Clare Connelly
I
am holding my breath again. Is that how I’m going to get over this little
hurdle? Suffocate myself? Is that even possible? I’m pretty sure we have some
breathing trigger in our brains, but my brain is a bit pissy with me so maybe
it would conveniently forget about the button.
I
push air out consciously, quietly, and he takes his seat.
‘Anyway…’
I prompt impatiently.
His
smile is a clicker. Is he laughing at
me? Arrogant arsehole! That’s be just like him. See? That’s the problem! I know him. I’m not one of his other
women. I know that is he as bastardy as he is sexy.
‘How
did you sleep?’
I
blink at him, my eyes wide. ‘You’ve already asked me that.’
‘You
didn’t answer.’
I
except a sign that speaks of anger. ‘Like I always do. Seriously, Jack. My desk
is covered in paper. I have to get to work.’
‘I’m your work,’ he says with a shrug.
Insolent
bastard.
He
leans forward, and while his face is casual there is an urgency in the flecks
of gold that fill his eyes. ‘Did you see him last night?’
I
want to remind him of the salient fact I pointed out the night before. It’s not
his damned business. But I’m not sure I can say that with such conviction now
that I’ve tasted his mouth; now that I’ve been stunned by his desire.
Can
I skirt around his question?
‘You’re my work? Okay, the thing is I
have the New York guys waiting on contracts, you have a meeting in a week that
I have to prepare for and Athens wants your input-which means my input- on a lease agreement. And I
need to – ‘
‘Quiet.’
God!
Don’t hate me, but when he’s bossy I love
it. And he’s almost always bossy.
I
glare at him across his desk; it’s best if he doesn’t know that this is just
about my favourite version of him.’
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