Series: Maybe, #1)
Publication date: March 18th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Her future is already set, all she has to do is marry a complete stranger.
Kinsley Felton has everything. Money, a loving family, and a modeling career. She graduates from Yale in just days, but unlike a typical college student she doesn’t have to spend hours looking for a job when she graduates. Kinsley will inherit the multi-billion dollar gaming and hospitality company her great-grandfather started. The only problem is she has to do everything her family asks for in order to get that money. That includes marrying a man of her family’s choosing. That’s not a problem since Kinsley has been following her family’s orders all her life. Until a phone call from her grandfather changes everything.
Will she marry the man her family chooses or will she decide her own future?
“This isn’t what you need.”
I laugh again before I glance back up at his eyes. “How do you know what I need?”
He walks to me until his body just grazes mine. His eyes stay on mine as his hand tucks my hair behind my ear. His hand doesn’t stop there though. It trails down my neck as he pushes my hair back until he is gently holding the nape of my neck. My breath catches. Shivers form all over my body. An ache for more forms in my belly, but I don’t let my need show. A complete stranger can’t turn me on this much. It took Brent most of the night to get me this filled with lust. How has this stranger done it with barely a touch?
I watch as he bends down. For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, his lips move inches away from my neck so that I can feel his hot breath there. I can’t move. I can’t breathe.
“Your body tells me. Your eyes are begging me to kiss you,” he whispers into my ear. His deep voice causes fluid to soak my panties. “You’re wet.”
I suck in a breath, proving him right.
“You want me to take you to my hotel room down the strip and fuck you until you scream.” He moves away from my neck. “That’s what you need.”
He cocks his head and grins for the first time. It’s a beautiful sight, and it’s a side of him I doubt he displays often.
I nod, and he smiles brighter.
“Come,” he says, holding his hand out to me.
I blush at the double meaning of the word. I bite my lip as I debate on what to do. I reach for the phone in my pocket, but I let my hand fall to my side. My father isn’t here to guide me. I have to decide this one on my own. And my body is begging me to go with this stranger. I have no doubt that he will know how to handle my body.
But I can’t. I tried it once, and I ended up puking alone while my father was dying.
His lips stop me from speaking as his tongue slips into my mouth in one motion. The kiss is long and slow. His tongue takes complete control. When he breaks from the kiss, I’m panting, unable to catch my breath.
“Come with me. You need this.”
I stare at him, still panting hard, while I try to decide if he is a serial killer or not. Based on that kiss though, I’m not sure if I care. I would die happy, kissing this man.
I grab my glass of wine and down the last few drops, hoping the liquid will calm my nerves. It does.
“At least let me take you to get another bottle of your favorite wine.”
“It’s not my favorite.”
“Yes, it is.”
I turn back to the bar, expecting him to order another glass of wine.
“They’re all out.”
“I doubt it.” I try to flag down the bartender, but she won’t stop for me. I sigh.
“Don’t trust me?”
“No, I don’t.”
He flags her down. “Another round,” he says without glancing at her boobs.
“I’m sorry, sir. We are all out of that wine. Can I recommend another one?”
“No, thank you, Clarissa.”
My eyes grow wide at the mention of the bartender’s name. Her name tag sits across the left side of her blouse just above her cleavage. So, he did check out her boobs.
“Come split a bottle of wine with me.”
“Maybe,” I say. I can’t help but smile. I need this. I need to have one night to sleep with whomever I want before I never get to choose again. I need to finish what I never got that night.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”