Pretending to date this doctor is a prescription for trouble…
Hot, Southampton doctor, Carson Reynolds isn’t the kind of man Gemma Carr should be playing with. But his offer of a fake engagement comes with sexy, late night house calls, and despite her bad girl reputation, it’s been far too long since she’s taken two and called anyone in the morning.
When Carson sees Gemma at a charity event, he knows he has to have her. It’s been ten years since he’s had her in his arms, but that hasn’t lessened his intense need for her. To save her reputation and get his parents off his back, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
It’s the perfect set-up–until this fake engagement starts to feel a little too real…
She needed to move, to rock against him, to have another orgasm again for God’s sake. “Carson,” she murmured. What was this, some kind of cruel revenge for running out on him? “More…”
Directing the speed and depth, he gave her one more beautiful inch and she wanted to claw at him, force the rest of him inside.
He splayed his fingers over her stomach. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she cried out.
“That feel good?”
Tension grew, and if he didn’t have her hands pinned above her head, she’d rub her clit, bring herself there. That’d show him.
“Are you going to run again?”
He rocked forward, only to pull back, a taste of what he could give her, and oh how she needed him to give it to her. Repeatedly.
Delirious with need and sexually flustered she said, “Please.”
“Answer the question, Gemma and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Carson,” she growled. “I need more.”
He offered another inch and a noise sounded in her throat, a half cry, half moan. God, it felt so good, too good. What was it about her body that responded to him in a way it had never responded to another?
“Well are you?” he pressed. “Are you going to run out on me again?
“No,” she lied.
A laugh rumbled in his throat. “You’d say anything right now wouldn’t you? Just to feel my cock in you?”
“Yes, no…” She took a deep gulping breath. “I don’t know.” When they were done, she was going to damn well kill him. Better yet, she’d sick Gracie on him and let her finish the job. “Carson, please. I need you to fuck me.”
“Are you going to run?”
“Who am I?”
“Say it again Gemma. Say my name, and I’ll fuck you.”
“Carson,” she whispered, her body so weak with need it was a wonder she could talk.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA today bestselling author, Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.
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