Series: Kavanagh Family Romance #1
Title: Breach of Contract
Series: Kavanagh Family Romance #1
Author: Elizabeth Miller
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2020
Blurb
Bonafide bombshell Maisie Walker loves sex. The problem is sheâs never had itânot with a real live person anyway. Her vibrator, Vinnie, and pornbud.com keep Maisieâs nights busy, but sheâs itching to lose her V-cardâwith her boss, Jayce Kavanagh.
As managing partner of the hottest legal firm in New York City, Jayce Kavanagh likes to winâin court and in the bedroom. With his mind set on legal perfection, he doesnât have time for the killer sway of his assistantâs assets or her sinful mouth.
One late night in the office changes everything.
Spanking your associate after-hours is not ideal, but with proper boundaries, Jayce makes it happen. Enter in Exhibit Aâthe contract. General terms and conditions are set in place, satisfaction is guaranteed, and oral persuasion commences.
As they test their limits in and out of the office, feelings surface and amendments are made. But just when an extension is proposed, Jayce strays outside of the contracted lines and Maisie must decide if their flourishing relationship can survive a breach of contract.
Every three-point-five seconds my thoughts drift to Maisie and the contract I delivered two days ago. I havenât heard a response, and why should I? We never exchanged numbers. Sheâs had no way to reach me while I was out. Weâre nothing but colleagues with a history. But that doesnât stop me from missing her, wanting her. It all pisses me off. I have work to do and life to deal with. I knew I didnât have time for a complication, but I canât stop thinking about her sweet face and gorgeous ass.
I force myself to focus on the Spears case and the latest injunction Marjorie Blume has filed. Sheâs muddying up the waters by leaking reports of MoMoâs lengthy conviction record. What he thought was past tense is front and center. Itâs my job to retrain the focus on Blume versus freedom of speech, and not his penchant for cars that donât belong to him.
I drill into the details. Each hour spent living through Blumeâs history has my temper rise by ten degrees. At the end of the day, Iâm hot. Sheâs not a saint, and it sticks in my craw sheâs made a living making people believe she is.
Focusing on Wentworth for days and Blume for what feels like ages has my blood pressure off the charts. Life is full of complications and Iâm in a punishing mood because of them.
âMr. Kavanagh,â Lisa says from the door. âItâs seven and Iâm heading out. Do you need anything before I go?â
âI doââ Ms. Walker arrives behind her with the devil in her eye and a fairly well-hidden smirk. She peeks around my secretary to stare me down with a secret only the two of us share. âI do not,â I amend.
âI brought the research you requested, sir.â Maisie holds out an envelopeâa familiar one, stamped confidential.
My gaze jerks from the document to her mouth: plump lips brightened with peach gloss. Christ. My chest aches. Goddamn heart. I smooth it under the pretense my tie is out of line.
âEnjoy your weekend, Lisa. Iâll finish with Ms. Walker and close up,â I say while my gaze remains trained on Maisie.
I wave her in as Lisa escapes before eight on a Friday night. As the automatic lock latches on the door, we stand and stare with silence swirling around us like the promise of whatâs to come. Evening sun warms my office, but Maisieâs nipples pebble into distinct points. They draw my attention to the ripe lushness of her breasts pressed together in a skintight button-up and I canât think of anything but her naked flesh. Because Iâve seen it. Iâve watched her writhe in ecstasy, squeezing the life from my dick.
In an instant, my mind retreats from the memory and drills into sharp focus. Thereâs no reason why sheâs over there and Iâm here and we arenât touching. âDid you read it?â I ask.
Maisie nods. âI did. And I signed it too.â
After this shit with Wentworth, itâs important that weâre on the same page, that sheâs honest with me about her feelings. She must give permission. Say it out loud and reassure me Iâm not the only one suffering. âTell me, Ms. Walker. What do you want from me?â My voice is low and jagged from need. Something my body knows all too well as it stiffens at the mere sight of her.
âI want you to f*ck me like your dirty little secret, Mr. Kavanagh.â She breathes out my name as if itâs a wish, a fucking plea for my cock to meet the back of her throat.
Lord, have mercy. Who am I to deny her? If she wishes to know the type of justice I deliver, then so be it. âCome forward for your sentence, peach.â
Author Bio
She wears many hats. Some include wife, mother of two boys, writer, reader, lover of gummy bears and Henry Cavill. Sheâs a proud Indie author who adores a broken hero, a feisty heroine, and lots and lots of sexy times.
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