Concealed Desire by Eden Summers - Romance>ContemporaryA love that breaks all the rules…
Since her first day at work, Beth Graison has been in love with Dean Sutherland—the “Son” in Sutherland & Son. Although he’s an unrepentant player, there’s an unmistakable connection between them, and she knows he feels it too. But she’s not about to risk her career for any man, especially one with an office right down the hall whom she works with every day.
Dean Sutherland doesn’t do love, but he does do women. And he hasn’t felt more than sexual attraction for any woman until Beth. Entirely feminine, smart, and with a natural beauty beyond compare, she makes him think about all kinds of uncomfortable things—like a future and happiness—things he knows from experience are pure fiction.
When his father, the “Sutherland” in Sutherland & Son, propositions Beth to be more than just an employee, Dean can’t keep her at arm’s length any longer. But he doesn’t expect the scorching kiss they share, or the idea that forms when he holds her in his arms. Can he stop his father’s manipulating game by making the first move on Beth? Or will his reputation as a womanizer make him just one more Sutherland she wants to ignore?
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Excerpt:He inhaled her gasp of surprise. The heat of her sparked a flame in his chest that rushed liquid fire through his veins, shooting straight to his cock. Dean had experienced the pleasure of Beth’s lips twice, both times blowing his mind. Yet they didn’t compare to the way he felt now. This time there were no doubts, no second-guessing, and there wouldn’t be any backing down.He gripped her arms, holding her steady, and her body stiffened. He continued to kiss and lick and suck at her lips, expecting her to resist. When her mouth opened, allowing his tongue entrance to seek hers, relief flooded him and he clutched her tighter in silent appreciation.His tongue coaxed hers in soft strokes as he moved one hand up her arm, over her shoulder, around her nape. He threaded his fingers through her damp hair, his other arm trailing around to encase her waist. He pulled her close so they were chest to chest, thigh to thigh, pelvis to pelvis. The lightest friction of her body against his erection drew a moan from his throat, his hunger all the more palpable as he devoured her.He was aware of Beth’s hand still gripping the towel, confirming her reluctance to surrender completely. But her body began to soften and the tentative movements of her tongue increased. Her chest gradually molded into him, causing delicious friction. Timid fingers began to climb up his stomach, the soft, simple touches making his erection jerk.Dean lowered his arm from her waist, sending his hand on a path to firmly grasp her ass. He ground into her, their tongues tangling, hips rocking in a simulation of sex. Christ. If they didn’t slow down he would finish before they even started.He fought to gain control as a whimper jolted his senses, the feminine noise drifting from Beth’s lips into his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her, the way her fingers now dug into the skin at the top of his pants, the sweet, fruity smell of her skin, or how her tongue sparred with his, neither meek nor intrusive. She was perfect—responsive, greedy, heavenly.