âNow, are we doing the ground rules before or after I get my orgasm?â
âBefore,â Kate said, any thought of backing away from their agreement obliterated by the heat of his words, the wild rush of desire that bolted through her.
âThen letâs do it fast. Before I explode.â
The air was thick with lust as she guided him to the dining table, handed him the pages sheâd prepared for their signatures.
âSo weâreâwhat?â he asked. âSigning a contract?â
She nodded. âWith a contract weâll both know where we stand, what we can expect. It keeps things uncomplicated.â
Scott laughed, but didnât refuse, so Kate started running through the clauses. She didnât even make it through the first one before Scott cut her off.
âKatieâyou want a contract, then a contract it is. But itâs a sex contractânot a prenup or a business merger. And itâs not even legally enforceable, as we both know. So can you just give me the basics? Then Iâll signâthereâs no way I wonâtâand we can move on to implementing it. Because if I have to go much longer without touching you I am going to go insane.â
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Cover
Excerpt
About the Author
Title Page
Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
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SCOTT KNIGHT TOOK one look at the redhead standing over at the punchbowl and almost swallowed his tongue.
Tall, confident, beautifulâ¦and dyspeptically cynical, judging by the look on her face. He liked every single thing in that package.
Soâ¦exactly what was the pick-up etiquette associated with divorce parties? Were they like funeralsâno hitting on attendees unless you wanted to look like a slimeball?
He pondered that while he took another look at the redhead.
Strictly speaking, of course, this was a little more than a divorce party; it was a celebratory segue to Willaâs new committed relationship with Rob. Scott wouldnât normally have advocated a jump from one hot pan right into anotherâeven when the guy in the second pan was Rob, who was several thousand light years ahead of Willaâs ex, Wayne-the-Painâbut he was suddenly cool with it if it lifted the party out of the funereal stakes and opened the wayâ¦
The redhead turned to the punchbowl for another dip. Scott noted that her body was divine. And he stopped worrying about anything other than getting his hands on it.
He headed over to the punchbowl with great purpose, grabbing a beer on the wayâpunch being way too girly for him. âWhatâs that quote about divorceâ¦?â he asked, tilting his head towards herâbut it was a rhetorical question.
She turned before the words had finished leaving his mouth and a slap of undiluted lust walloped him. She was even better close-up. A scorching mix of opulent looks, with slanted grey eyes, wickedly arched dark auburn brows, regal cheekbonesâ¦and a top-lip-heavy mouth painted blistering red.
She didnât bother answering. Clearly knew she didnât have to. Knew he was already caught. He could tell by the way she waited, all self-possessed confidence, for him to continue, with the mere hint of a smile on her insanely sexy lips.
âJean Kerr, it was,â he continued. ââA lawyer is never entirely comfortable with a friendly divorce, any more than a good mortician wants to finish his job and then have the patient sit up on the table.ââ