His face colored in a deep blush. “I’m going to be typing sex stuff?”
“Did I say sex?”
“No, but romance and sex go hand-in-hand, right?”
“Hand-in-hand? I might not put it exactly like that…maybe hand and uh…something else.” She giggled.
He blushed furiously at her joke and shifted to face the desk.
“Okay, let’s get started. Let me open the document.” She stood behind him and leaned over. His masculine scent mixed with the smell of his freshly ironed shirt. Her breast brushed his shoulder, and a shiver went through her. Damn! Her regular sex life had stopped when Bruce took a powder. She didn’t realize how much she had missed physical love until she was so close to Hack. Her senses jolted awake at the slightest pressure of his body against hers.
There was no way to lean over without making contact. Rory tried to focus on getting the document open, but her growing desire to run her palm over his shoulder or down his chest made it difficult. Finally, she got it to the right page.
Hack wanted to touch her thick, shiny hair. Comb my fingers through it. Her eyes were large and light blue, almost translucent. Her messiness, bandages and all, couldn’t hide her beauty. There was something about her, something round, soft, vulnerable, and appealing about Rory. She looks lost. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch her.
“I’m a master at unhooking a bra,” he snickered, hoping to lighten the mood.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah? And I’m a master at neutering.” She glanced at her watch. “Why don’t you get back to that beanpole you call a fiancée?”
A bit about the book
While walking her pug in Central Park, Rory Sampson is run down by a bike. She presses charges against arrogant biker, Dr. Hack Roberts, veterinarian. He plans revenge, only to find himself attracted to the sharp-tongued, soft-hearted writer, who rescues pugs. Will attraction trump antagonism
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