When career driven Kensington Clarke meets Jace, or as her friends call him, Mr. Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma’am, she ignores the attraction she feels. His charm is wasted on her. She doesn’t want to be another notch in his bedpost and doesn’t have time for his attentions, even if he’s the sexiest man she’s ever seen and the mere mention of his name makes her panties wet.
Jace Briarfield is accustomed to women throwing themselves at his feet. He’s not egotistical; it’s just a horrible fact of life. Having to chase a woman is a new challenge, but one he is prepared to face head-on.
One drunk text from Kenzie starts them on an emotional and sensual roller coaster as they fight to have what they want.
NOTE: This is a previously published work. The story has been edited for TEP.
“You’re sorry, hmm? Well, I think you need to apologize a little better than that.” He gripped both of her wrists and pulled her close to him, his cock coming to life as her body melted into his for a brief moment. She soon collected herself and stiffened, pulling away from him. He wouldn’t be refused though. She’d offered him the use of her body last night, drunk or not. He knew Kensington had wanted him, and he was about to collect on her offer.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Her vivid hazel eyes opened wide, her look incredulous. “Let me go!”
Kensington’s body arched into his as she struggled to remove her wrists from his hands. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against his bare chest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but in the light of day, she wouldn’t admit it. He needed to push her to the admission. He needed her to say she wanted him, now, without a clever excuse for her behavior.
Kensington shuddered in his embrace, and he lowered his lips to hers in a flash, catching her unaware. Again, she melted into his touch before fighting it off. She pulled away from his lips, but he gave chase, pushing closer to make her taste his hunger. Her arms were trapped between their bodies, his grip strong, but he hoped not too strong. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, only demand she admit what she really wanted. A moan escaped her, and she pulled back, her face flaming.
“You just said you wanted a woman who was willing.” Her lips quivered with need as she spoke the words.
“Are you honestly going to tell me you aren’t willing?”
Instead of awaiting her answer, he captured her lips once more. After struggling a few more moments, she finally began to soften slightly to his mouth, his tongue gaining entry. He swept through the heat of her, tasting the slight antiseptic of his mouthwash. Pushing her back, he knew she had nowhere to go but down to the mattress behind her knees. He followed down with her as she fell, covering her soft body with his.
