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Just have sex with me, Jessie thought, aching to say the words to Joshua
Keep it impersonal. Please. Ha, fat chance. Jessie was getting more than she’d bargained for when she’d taunted the devil into making love to her.
“Finish it,” Jessie whispered. He had already devoured every inch of her body with his mouth, teeth and tongue. She was wet with need.
“Patience.” Joshua smoothed her hair back from her damp brow, his eyes softer than she had ever seen them. “I want to look at you. You’re so beautiful and damned responsive. The perfect mistress.”
Yes, Jessie thought, an odd twinge pinching her heart. That’s what I am, a mistress. A business arrangement. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want. A fair trade…
Jessie tugged at his shoulders until his heavy, welcoming weight covered hers. She reached down, her fingers closing around his hard length. It felt thick and long, silky and…alive. “I want you deep inside me,” she begged, not at all sure her body could accommodate him now that she felt the size of him.
“It’ll fit just fine, sweetheart. Trust me,” Joshua murmured, and Jessie realized she must have spoken her thought aloud.
Then with a hoarse cry he slid into her slick heat…and Jessie was lost.
Dear Reader,
What fun I had writing my first Blaze novel! I’ve been reading, and loving, these sexy, sensual books since they first hit the stands. And longed to try my hand…um…imagination at one of my own.
Joshua Falcon is The Glacier. Who could love a man as cold as ice? He doesn’t believe anyone can. Consequently, emotion has no place in Joshua’s life. But sex does! He’s a busy man, so his affairs are brief, expedient, torrid and mutually pleasurable.
Jessie Adams wants more from Joshua than his body. And she’s prepared to risk anything to get it. Once she has her heart’s desire, she’ll be on her way, thank you very much. Neither of them will be hurt, because both will have gotten exactly what they want from their affair…. Or will they?
Through sexual indulgence, Joshua and Jessie find the one thing they were missing in their lives. Love.
I hope you enjoy reading Jessie and Joshua’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’d love to hear from you. Come visit my Web site at cherryadair.com or e-mail me at [email protected].
Happy reading.
Smooches,
Cherry Adair
P.S. Don’t forget to check out tryblaze.com!
Take Me
Cherry Adair
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Prologue
“MARRY ME.”
“Excuse me?” Jessie Adams narrowed her eyes at the stranger sitting in the back booth of the diner. He hadn’t finished his first cup of coffee before he’d beckoned her back to his table.
And she thought she’d heard it all. Marry me? Oh, brother!
Outside, rain slashed in sheets across the midnight-dark parking lot, empty save for his low-slung silver sports car. Diamond drops of rain peppered his dark hair and the broad shoulders of his black wool coat. The neon café sign in the fogged window sputtered, illuminating his face.
Lord, he’s a hunk. And a welcome diversion tonight. It had been a lousy day. Week. Month. Jessie sighed. This too shall pass. She’d read that somewhere and hoped like hell it was true.
Briefly she fantasized that Prince Charming had come in for the singular purpose of sweeping her off her feet. That his proposal was for real. Unfortunately the way her luck had been running lately he was a mugger after her last twenty bucks and the take in the cash register.
She gave him another surreptitious once-over. In truth, she was like the cartoon dog chasing the car. What would she do with him if she actually caught him? The thought made her smile.
“Well?” he demanded.
“Well, what?” Jessie tried not to drool. He smelled so good she wanted to snuggle up to him, close her eyes and just inhale.
“Will you marry me?”
Be still my heart. “Is it Thursday?”
“Friday.”
“Sorry, I only marry total strangers on Thursdays.” She topped up his coffee. “You’ll have to wait ’til next week.”
“Next week is too late.” His pale gaze sharpened on her face, slid lower to her flat chest, skinny legs, then shot upward. “What the hell happened to your hair?”
Jessie’s hand rose self-consciously to the over-processed orange-yellow blotched clump. “I dyed it.” In the hope blondes had more fun. Ha!
“Whatever you were aiming for—”
Didn’t work. “I like it,” Jessie snapped. Her chest felt hard, heavy and tight. He was a stranger. Why did she care what he thought of her hair? “Drink up. We close in twenty minutes.” Thoughts of midnight reminded her of more pressing problems. The two-week notice to vacate her studio apartment had four days left. So far, she hadn’t found anything else affordable. She’d move to Sacramento or Tahoe. If she had more than twenty-seven dollars to her name. If her mother’s boyfriend hadn’t shown up and swiped her car. And if she—
“You’re perfect.” The man’s sexy drawl stopped her from turning away. “I have a proposition for you.”
I just bet you do. “Listen, pal, my feet hurt, I have to finish my shift, and as much as I’d like to sit and schmooze, I have to clean the kitchen before I go, so if you don’t mind…”
“Hear me out—”
Jessie wrote his ticket and slapped it on the table. “If you want more coffee, help yourself.”
There