RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
Publication date: October 2009
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Too busy for romance? Every woman has been there and knows what that's like. But for workaholic Cassandra Valentine, this has become an almost permanent state. She loves her job to the point that she has forgotten about other kinds of love. Seth Bryant is about to remind her that some things are worth a little extra time. After whisking her away to a romantic weekend retreat, he'll use every available trick -- and toy -- to win her attention for good. Because when life gets too complicated, sometimes the only cure is Simply Decadent. The stroke of the paintbrush was slow and languid, as though he had all the time in the world to drag the soft, crimson-colored bristles along her skin. The sensuous touch of the wet brush and the coolness of the creamy, cherry-scented body paint on her warm flesh made her tingle from head to toe. As the long, continuous stroke slid down her neck, pausing to fill the hollow of her throat, Cassandra Valentine's eyelids fluttered closed. She knew the trail Seth intended to blaze with his edible paint. Knew it would be a scorcher. "You're enjoying this." His deep, intimate tone sent a ripple of excitement through her. "I'll allow you to gloat," she whispered, her voice sounding sultry even to her own ears. Her eyes remained closed, but she could picture hunky Seth in her mind. Tall, tanned and muscular, dressed in nothing but a pair of faded Levi's. Dark-as-night hair. Dazzling ocean blue eyes. A face and body that could have been sculpted by an artist. Seth was easily the most gorgeous man she'd ever known-or slept with. He had a dark, edgy look that drove her wild. He was damn sexy. Sensuous. Sizzling. No word seemed quite hot enough to describe Seth Bryant. "I'm not gloating," he told her. "In fact, I'm not even going to belabor that little meltdown you had in the car. I know you hate to leave town in case someone needs to reach you. But it's a holiday weekend, babe. No one's doing business." "I know. I just-" "Shh," he said. "No thinking or worrying about work. For the next two days, you're all mine. I plan to worship every inch of this gorgeous body. And I just might break the record for most orgasms delivered in a forty-eight-hour period." A shiver of exhilaration chased up her spine. The thought of being Seth's "sex toy"-the recipient of all his erotic attention-made her wet. And she was already proving to herself, and to him, that she could banish thoughts of work and give herself over to every tantalizing sensation he evoked. Rather than reaching for her Blackberry the moment they'd entered the cottage, Cass had agreed to strip down and lay on the bed, allowing Seth to play out whatever wicked game popped into his head. Admittedly, it wasn't so difficult to savor the tingling of her skin and the prickly feeling between her legs. She was enjoying the attention Seth paid her body. She could do this. Propped on the edge of the king-size bed, which felt more heavenly than any Heavenly Bed® she'd slept in, Seth leaned over her as he oh-so-slowly spread the paint across her collarbone before the brush inched downward, gliding over her skin in a fluid motion. It dipped lower still, until she felt the soft bristles tickle the inner swell of her left breast. Her bare nipples tightened in anticipation of his touch. A breeze blowing off the bay and in through the opened patio doors swept over her dewy skin, heightening her arousal. The soft rustle of the sheer curtains billowing inward, gently flapping on the humid, salty air, was the only sound Cass heard. Other than her erratically pounding heart and the soft sigh that escaped her parted lips.