pleasure prolonged
CATHRYN FOX
I would like to dedicate this book to you, all my readers. Without you, I wouldn’t be doing what I love most, writing sexy books. I’d probably be stuck in an accounting job where I’d be grumpy every day, as opposed to only once a week.
I’d only be dreaming of pursuing a writing career instead of living it, and I certainly wouldn’t be able to go to the office every day in my pajamas!
Thank you all for making my dreams come true.
Cathryn
Contents
Chapter 1
A gorgeous hunk of a guy like that could make…
Chapter 2
Erin reluctantly gave up struggling and let Laura escort her…
Chapter 3
A light dusting of snow fell over Kale’s much too…
Chapter 4
As Erin pulled her car into her assigned parking spot…
Chapter 5
Erin worked hard to keep her rubbery knees steady as…
Chapter 6
The sound of the cage door rattling heralded someone’s arrival…
Chapter 7
High overhead the crescent moon glistened in the dark sky…
Chapter 8
With predatory movements, Kale kicked his chair out of the…
Chapter 9
Sweat beaded on his forehead as life surged into his…
Chapter 10
Silence fell over them as Kale negotiated his truck into…
Chapter 11
Kale escorted Erin up the driveway to the front entrance.
Chapter 12
Kale’s hands automatically reached beside him as the alarm clock…
Chapter 13
Erin glanced up from her notes as Kale lowered himself…
Epilogue
The knock on the door was a welcome distraction from…
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Chapter 1
A gorgeous hunk of a guy like that could make any woman forget her morals.
Erin Shay’s gaze wandered down the length of her new lab partner, Kale Alexander, as he gracefully guided Hooker Barbie around the dimly lit dance floor.
With the exception of herself, the rest of the women in the bridal party hovered in the corner around a plump Christmas tree, clucking like chicks in a henhouse when the rooster strutted in. She couldn’t blame them, really. With a hot bod like his, Kale was every woman’s fantasy.
If she were a good girl, perhaps Santa would wrap him up and tuck him under her tree. A devious grin that would rival the Grinch’s curled her painted lips.
Pinching her eyes shut, she shook her head to clear it from its delicious meanderings. How in the heck could she be expected to work side by side with that sexy distraction for the next month without losing focus on her task?
She darn well had to find a way because her career advancement at Iowa Research Center hinged on the success of their project. It was time to stop drooling over her temporary lab partner and concentrate on their assignment.
Perched on a stool, she gestured for the bartender to bring another strawberry daiquiri and worked at schooling her wayward thoughts. When the love ballad ended and “Jingle Bell Rock” boomed from a nearby speaker, her curious glance drifted back to Kale, despite a hard-fought battle to look the other away.
Raven black locks that were a tad too long for office standards brushed his collar as he bent forward. Warm tingles rushed through her bloodstream as she imaged how those silky strands would feel caressing her naked flesh. Taking an extra moment to indulge in the erotic slide show, she watched him whisper something into Barbie’s ear before backing away.
She noted with mute satisfaction that Hooker Barbie, otherwise known as Deanne Sinclair, a junior research scientist from her department who had fought valiantly for Erin’s new lead position, appeared to be quite miffed by his sudden departure. What a pity, Erin mused.
As Kale negotiated his way through the crowd, he shrugged off his tux jacket, tossed it over a broad shoulder, and rolled his cuffs to his elbows. With easy, casual strides that displayed his self-assurance and charisma, he sauntered toward the bar.
Toward her.
As she leisurely admired him from afar, visions of sugarplums danced in her…
Wait. Her brain skidded to a halt and backtracked. She drew a breath and tried again. Visions of their assignment to test Pleasure Prolonged, a drug enabling men to have prolonged erections and multiple orgasms, danced in her head.
She smiled. There, that was better. Back on track.
Hell, who was she kidding? Work was the farthest thing from her mind. The man was a walking wet dream, and her skin grew warm every time he came near. Her smile crumbled as her gaze swept over him once again.
Good Lord, if he looked that delectable in a tailored tux, she could only imagine how scrumptious he’d look out of it.
And imagine she did!
Beginning with his linebacker shoulders, she visually undressed him. Every magnificent inch of him. Proceeding from the unbuttoned collar of his form-fitting dress shirt, her gaze began a slow descent. She felt her pulse race as she traced the pattern of his wide chest, sculpted arms, and tight waist. Her inspection halted and lingered at the junction of his impressive muscular thighs.
His black dress pants molded to his legs like hot wax to a candle. Her breath hitched; her pulse raced. Holy Mother of God, he looked as if he were packing a nine iron behind his zipper. The provocative mental image of where she’d like him to sink his next putt flashed through her mind like a lightning storm. A shiver tightened her stomach while a rush of liquid heat dampened her silky panties. She bit back a breathy moan as beads of perspiration dotted her forehead.
If Santa could read her mind now, the only thing under her tree would be a humongous lump of coal.
Sitting under the multicolor strobe light, her whole body vibrated and moistened with indecent images, and for a brief moment she wondered if her flesh glistened like the silvery garland shimmering on the Christmas tree.
Kale’s lazy gaze sifted through the crowd and settled on Erin. Ripples of sensual pleasure danced over her skin, inciting tiny goose bumps to pebble her flesh when his piercing blue eyes searched her out. Seconds seemed to crawl into minutes as she held his lingering glance. Enticing lips turned up over perfect white teeth as he flashed her his
