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Foreplay with the Boss (The Billionaires of Boston #1) by Cynthia Page
Adult Romantic Comedy
My boss is teaching me to be bolder in the boardroom…and the bedroom.
I’m not bold enough to take over my father’s company, but I’ve sworn to do whatever it takes to learn. Even if it means working for Jameson Stone, the billionaire CEO of Craze Advertising, who’s as hard and unmovable as his name implies. He tells me to demand what I want instead of backing down, something I’ve always struggled with—in the boardroom and the bedroom. There are things I want to try, things I’ve only read in my romance novels, but have been too afraid to ask for.
When my boldness lessons turn into foreplay lessons, it’s nearly impossible not to fall, and if I’m not careful, I’ll end up losing everything I’ve worked for to a man who’ll always choose business over me.
A hot and hilarious standalone romantic comedy about a woman who gets in way over her head with her sexy billionaire CEO boss. Guaranteed HEA!
Wow what a fantastic debut novel by Cynthia Page, I need more !!!!
If Office Romances are books you love then you need to read Foreplay with the Boss.
Kat and Jamieson are a couple you can't help falling in love with, they are strong, sexy and funny, it was great to see how their relationship developed as the story unfolded, watching lust turning into love. Kat is a shy intelligent woman trying to learn how to be a confident boss and Jamieson a total alpha male is supposed to teach her everything he knows about business , they weren't meant to fall for each other. Boardroom to bedroom he teaches her everything he knows !!!
This is a well-written story that hooked me from the first chapter and I want more from Cynthia Page. I'm going to say it again Fantastic Debut Novel with just the right mix of romance and humour.
I indulged him and poked at his firm chest. Then I flattened my hand and dragged it down to his hard abs. God help me, I felt ridges through the shirt.
In one quick motion, he spun me around and backed me up until my body hit the wall of the nearest building—I wasn’t sure which one, because I’d gotten lost in feeling him up. What I was sure of was that I was playing with fire and doing a crappy job of sticking to guidelines we’d made mere hours ago. “I feel like it should be my turn now,” he said, his gravelly voice right next to my ear. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on that amazing ass since the first moment I saw you.”
The ache between my thighs returned, and as if he could sense it, he slid one leg between both of mine, pressing right against the pulsing need.
Immediately my body went Team Friction on me, hinting that it was in favor of humping his leg here on the sidewalk to ease the torturous pressure.
Even if I was shameless enough to do it—which I wasn’t, not here on the street, anyway—I had a feeling that doing that would only make the desire coursing through me stronger.
Through the hazy thoughts, I tried to find my common sense. She was a slippery little bitch, but I finally caught hold of her. “Four times.” It came out shaky, but I’d managed to shove the words past my lips.
“Four times sounds reasonable, as long as each session only counts as one,” he said, his mouth moving mere inches from mine. “Should we start with my place or yours?”
I pressed a hand to his chest, holding him in place. “I meant this is the fourth time that you’re breaking the no-touching guideline.”
Confusion flickered for a second before he understood what I’d meant. “I thought we weren’t counting the first time.”
“That was before you purposely broke the guidelines. And leaning against me like this…” Haziness laced with lust tried to take hold of me again and I swallowed past a suddenly dry throat. “Probably counts as five.”
His firm chest rose and fell against my palm. “Well, they’re adding up rather quickly, aren’t they?”
I nodded.
His lips returned to my ear and when he spoke they brushed the shell and sent shivers down my spine. “It’s just that it’s been a long time since I was this attracted to someone. And I know you’re attracted to me, too.”
I curled my hands around his arms, because even with the building behind me, I felt like I was going to melt to the ground. “Of course I am. That’s like saying that women are attracted to sexy sports stars, tattooed musicians, and Scottish dudes in kilts—it’s universal, and well-documented.”
He dragged his fingers across my collarbone, eliciting a trail of goose bumps. “Maybe we should just give in, then. Get it out of our systems so I can actually focus at work, instead of thinking of every way I could rid you of your clothes and make you scream my name.”
Excerpt 3:
At the knock on the door, I groaned, not wanting to deal with one more thing. Only when I called out for whoever it was to come in, Kat stepped through the door. Suddenly every part of me was alert and ready to go.
The click of the lock as she engaged it made my heart thump hard in my chest.
“Here’s how this is going to work…” She reached over and tugged the cord that closed the blinds. Then she undid the top button on her shirt. “There’s no touching at work, we made that rule.”
“You made that rule,” I said, and she paused her attempt to undo the next button.
“Are you arguing with me? Because then I’ll just go.” She spun and took a step toward the door.
“Okay, no touching and no arguing.” That came out way too desperate, but right now I felt pretty fucking desperate. “Now turn around and finish what you started.”
She slowly turned back around and tilted her head like she was thinking real hard about it.
“Kat.”
“Jameson.” A wicked smile curved her deceptively sweet lips. She came closer, undoing a button with each step and then she slipped the shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
I stared, unabashedly, taking in every detail, from her overflowing breasts to whatever those things were that was holding the sexy thing together—I hadn’t gotten nearly a good enough look at them earlier.
“Are you going to be good?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Probably not.” I was already calculating how many seconds it’d take to shoot out of my chair, grab her hand, and yank her to me before she could realize the kind of trouble she was in.
“This is part of your punishment for leaving me without your cock for an entire week. Do you really think you can afford to get into more trouble?”
“Probably not,” I said again, “but that’s never stopped me before.”
She tsked and shook her head. “Guess the skirt is staying on, then. Too bad because this thong I’m wearing barely has enough fabric to qualify as underwear.”
“Take off the skirt,” I growled.
She slowly reached for the zipper of the skirt. She inched it down halfway and then locked gazes with me. “Remember, no touching. Or the game will be over.”
I curled my hands around the arms of my chair and narrowed my eyes so she knew that I wasn’t a fan of her terms, but that only made her smile wider.
Pretty sure it was why she also shimmied out of her skirt, torturing me with every sexy little movement. Holy fucking shit.
She took a step closer, but remained just out of swiping distance.
“Is that outfit my punishment? Having to stare at you in it, but not being able to get my hands on you and feel it for myself?” I’d play her little game for now, because the lust flooding my body and mixing in with frustration was oddly intoxicating. But by the end of the night, this woman was going to be bent over my desk and begging for mercy.
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