âOh yes, YES! Oh baby, donât stop!â
Cassie finished with a throaty groan for the benefit of anyone who might be listening in and blinked up at him innocently.
Dalton realized he had been holding his breath, and let it out slowly. âYou do that too well. Itâs damned scary.â
She smiled. âMost women can. You know, it wouldnât hurt for you to make some noise, too. Make our roles more believable, if nothing else.â Her voice took on a husky tone. âAfter all, weâre supposed to be distracted right now. By each other.â
He was distracted, all right. His gaze drifted downward, lingering on her nipples as they strained against the lace of her bra. This business-only thing isnât going to work.
âCassieâ¦â His voice came out ragged and broken. âI hope you know what youâre doing.â
With that she pushed up against him, her breasts rubbing his naked chest and her tongue touching his lips. She gasped but didnât resist when he began stroking her breast with one hand while the other toyed with the silky edge of her panties.
A slow smile curved her lips as his hand slid lower. He was determined to make her moan again, but this time it would be for realâ¦.
Dear Reader,
I have to admit I was nervous at first about writing for Blaze. Iâd written drama for Harlequin American Romance, comedy for Duets and suspense for Intrigue, all involving a comfortable level of romance for me. But out-and-out sexy? Hmmmâ¦
Well, this is my third Blaze title, and Iâm hooked. I love the mix of sexy sophistication and comedy combined with the lineâs fast pace. In Hands On, Cassie and Dalton sprang from my imagination as if theyâd been waiting at the gate. I immediately felt as if Iâd known them for years and wanted to help them realize they were meant to be together. I hope you enjoy their journey as much as I did!
Debbi Rawlins
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âI THOUGHT youâd decided not to take that kind of case.â Cassie York made herself comfortable across the desk from her new boss, Jennifer Rodriguez Madison.
The phone rang before Jen could respond. She gave Cassie an apologetic smile and grabbed the receiver. âMadison Investigations.â She paused. âToday?â She didnât bother checking her full calendar. âHow about tomorrow afternoon, say around three?â She rubbed her eyes and yawned away from the phone. âSorry, thatâs the soonest I can meet with you, Mr. Rice. Iâm squeezing you in as it is.â
While Jen got the potential clientâs details Cassie got up and went to peek at Annie in her portable crib. Her chubby round face looked angelic, but that was because she was sleeping. When she was awake, she had a pair of lungs that could be heard all the way to Dallas.
With operating the new agency, being newly married and raising a child, too, Jen sure had her hands full. Cassie envied her in some ways. Jen not only had it all, but she was making it work, adapting along the way, balancing her time and responsibilities to suit both her career and her family.
Eventually Cassie would get to that place, but first she needed to prove herself. And Jen was about to give her the perfect opportunity.
âSorry.â Jen hung up the phone. âWhere were we?â
âYou were about to explain Marianne Cummingsâs case.â Cassie returned to her seat.
âOh, right.â Jen pulled out her side drawer, leaned back in her chair and swung her legs up to rest her heels on the drawer. âI have to keep my feet up so they wonât swell like two balloons.â She rubbed her rounded tummy. âThis baby wants out already.â
âDonât you have two months to go?â
She nodded, making a funny face.
Cassie laughed. âSounds as if itâs mama who wants that baby out.â
âThat, too.â Jenâs lips lifted in a wry smile. âOkay, the Cummings case. This oneâs important to me, Cass. Marianne is a dear friend, and I personally think the slimeball she married is out for her money and then itâll be hasta la vista.â
âAh, so thatâs why youâre taking this kind of case.â
Jen shrugged. âI have no problem with the decoy tactic. If a guy is happily married and not looking, he wonât take the bait. I only turned down the last one because I didnât have enough staff.â
At least Jen didnât say she now had a dumb blonde to fit the bill as decoy, Cassie thought. Of course she wouldnât. Theyâd known each other for three years, and Cassie knew Jen respected her abilities beyond working as a secretary for a rival agency. She was just being touchy. Her experience with Chet had left her that way.
Jen smiled. âI know this is a disappointing case being your first one with us. You were probably looking forward to something meatier, but I really appreciate you jumping in. Like I said, I think Marianne is being taken for a ride. Iâm glad sheâs finally starting to get suspicious of Robert.â