Two classic stories of tantalizing seduction—and uncontained desire
SEDUCING MR. RIGHT
Catherine Harris has been head over heels for Luke Van Buren for as long as she can remember. But he’s always regarded her as a kid sister, not a mature woman who knows exactly what she wants. When Cat asks Luke to help her meet—and seduce—Mr. Right, the request stirs up feelings in Luke that are definitely not-so-brotherly. But he’s never been able to say no to Cat, and now he’s finding her more irresistible than ever….
TAKE ME
Jessie Adams knows exactly what she wants. Long nights of incredible sex and a baby to call her own. Then she’s moving on.
A sizzling affair with no strings attached suits business executive Joshua Falcon just fine. He’s used to getting what he wants, both at work and at play—and gorgeous Jessie is too tempting to resist. But the pair share a surprising past. One that’s poised to take their no-obligation arrangement somewhere they never dreamed….
Slow Burn
Cherry Adair
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Table of Contents
SEDUCING
MR. RIGHT
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
THREE THINGS OCCURRED to Catherine Harris as she jerked out of a dead sleep.
One, she was stark naked in Luke Van Buren’s bed.
Two, he was about to enter his bedroom.
Three, he wasn’t alone. A woman’s throaty laughter mingled with Luke’s deep baritone in the hallway.
Luke wasn’t supposed to be back in San Francisco for a couple more days. Catherine tried not to panic. Suddenly years of planning didn’t seem like nearly enough time.
She leaned up on one elbow, squinted into the darkness and remembered she’d thrown her bra over the clock to block the red LCD light. Catherine flopped back on the pillow, several options, none of them viable, flashed through her sleep-fogged brain. Hiding under the bed while bedsprings bounced was too hideous to contemplate. As was the picture of the fire department rescuing her from the ledge outside Luke’s bedroom window, twenty-two stories above the street.
She heard a soft thud. A shoe? The sound of her own rapid pulse did nothing to block out the next thump. The swish of clothing. An impatient sigh. A hungry kiss pressed to bare flesh. Framed in the open doorway, barely discernable, was Luke’s white shirt, which the woman’s hands were rapidly removing. Catherine saw it flutter to the carpet. Heard a click.
Oh, God. His belt buckle?
“Speak up, Catherine,” she whispered.
There was the distinct rasp of a zipper.
The sound of a juicy kiss.
“Oh, Luke!” The woman giggled. Then there was more rustling, more heated murmurs, breathy sighs. Catherine’s cheeks flamed, blood pounding in her ears. Anticipating the fireworks to come, she felt hysterical laughter bubbling up in her throat.
“Make love to me, Luke. Oh, yes...I adore when you touch me...yes. Mmm. Oh, yes.”
Oh, no. Catherine tried to slither out of the way before the woman flopped onto the bed. Too late.
The weight of two full-grown adults squashed the air out of Catherine’s lungs. Grunting, she tried to wriggle out from under, but couldn’t get any traction on the satin sheets.
The woman rolled to the side, shot to her feet and let out a bloodcurdling scream. With a thump and a curse, Luke landed on the floor beside the bed.
“What
