by: Cathryn Fox
Series: The Bachelor Pact
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 12, 2018
Publisher: Entangled ~ Indulgence
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Some contracts are made to be broken...
Billionaire software developer Parker Braxton knows everyone wants something from him. That's why he made a multi-million-dollar bachelor pact with his friends to never marry. But he never counted on running into, literally, the quiet but sensual Layla Fallon.
Layla isn't afraid of hard work. Still, there is no light at the end of her student-loan tunnel. When Stuck-Up Suit—Parker Braxton—accidentally runs her over, it's the last things she needs. She refuses his help, but he's persistent. He’s also handsome, kinder than she ever expected, and she’s doing her best to ignore her attraction. Which is harder than it sounds when she’s recuperating at his penthouse.
Sparks fly. Hearts flutter. But falling for Layla could cost Parker more than just several million dollars.
Everything about him embodied control as he pushed the food to the other side of the big island, put his hands around her ribcage and lifted her like she weighed nothing. As her sock clad feet dangled over the counter, he stepped up to her, his big presence making her feel so little. Reaching around her he grabbed the bandage supplies, then glanced down at the gray pair of sweatpants he’d give her to stay warm.
“Your pants. I can’t get at your knee.”
“Right.” She laid back and lifted her hips, shimming her pants down her thighs until her knees were exposed. The long dress shirt he’d give her kept her covered up from the thighs up.
He grabbed a fist full of his hair. “Ah, that will work too.”
“What?”
“You could have just pulled them up from the ankle.”
“Oh right.”
Gawd, I am so freaking stupid.
What the hell had she been thinking? Here she was showing her damn innocence in front of a rich, sophisticated man with more sexual experience in his pinkie than she had in her entire body. Sure, there was that one time she’d fooled around with Jimmy Rayburn after school, but other than that clumsy groping incident, she was pretty damn dense when it came to things like this.
And she didn’t even have any panties on.
She reached for the band of her pants to pull them back up, but he stopped her. “Don’t,” he commanded his voice brusque and harsh.
“Don’t what?”
As he stood over her, oozing sex and power, he bit out, “Don’t lay back like that ever again.”
“Oh, okay.”
She looked over his face, took in the deep concentration lines around his eyes as he bent to examine her knees. He might be taking care of her cuts, but the way he was looking at her felt very personal. Too personal. The sooner she got away from him and out of his penthouse the better. Here she thought she’d stay and torture him, but the only one being tortured was her as he studied her with those intense eyes, making her feel so needy…aroused. Damn him.
“Your pants. I can’t get at your knee.”
“Right.” She laid back and lifted her hips, shimming her pants down her thighs until her knees were exposed. The long dress shirt he’d give her kept her covered up from the thighs up.
He grabbed a fist full of his hair. “Ah, that will work too.”
“What?”
“You could have just pulled them up from the ankle.”
“Oh right.”
Gawd, I am so freaking stupid.
What the hell had she been thinking? Here she was showing her damn innocence in front of a rich, sophisticated man with more sexual experience in his pinkie than she had in her entire body. Sure, there was that one time she’d fooled around with Jimmy Rayburn after school, but other than that clumsy groping incident, she was pretty damn dense when it came to things like this.
And she didn’t even have any panties on.
She reached for the band of her pants to pull them back up, but he stopped her. “Don’t,” he commanded his voice brusque and harsh.
“Don’t what?”
As he stood over her, oozing sex and power, he bit out, “Don’t lay back like that ever again.”
“Oh, okay.”
She looked over his face, took in the deep concentration lines around his eyes as he bent to examine her knees. He might be taking care of her cuts, but the way he was looking at her felt very personal. Too personal. The sooner she got away from him and out of his penthouse the better. Here she thought she’d stay and torture him, but the only one being tortured was her as he studied her with those intense eyes, making her feel so needy…aroused. Damn him.
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