Seducing the Boss

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Kellan James is unwinding at Score when he spots the last person he’d ever expect to find in his favorite bar. Sara Connelly—ER nurse, do-gooder, charitable crusader, and frequent pain in his ass. Both grew up privileged in swanky Southampton, but that’s where the similarities end. Kellan’s made it his mission to seek out life’s pleasures; Sara gains pleasure from lecturing him on his lifestyle. Kellan would never date someone like her. Ever.

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“What the hell are you doing?”
He didn’t bother to reply. Instead, he shifted, twisting them until she was pushed against the door and caged between his arms. It was a dominant, I dare you to say no move. Something right out of an erotic romance novel.
It’s hot as shit.
She opened her mouth to repeat her question, but Kellan cut her off, his lips landing on hers in a hard kiss.
Sara was stunned, shocked…aroused.
Jesus.
“Say yes, Sara. Tell me you want this.” She’d never heard that tone in Kellan’s voice, determination laced with just a touch of desperation. It spoke to her.
She nodded, unable to reply. She was having trouble breathing.
Her acquiescence set him free. He pushed his knee between her legs, pressing against her heat as his lips took hers once more. His hands were tangled in her hair, his grip tight, sexy.
No man had ever taken such thorough and complete control of her. Yet Kellan had done it within seconds.
Sara reached for his shoulders, and for one brief moment, she considered shoving him away.
This is wrong? Right?
Then—fortunately—her brain engaged. Or maybe it disengaged. This was the single hottest kiss of her life. Why on earth would she stop?
Her tongue found his, and he groaned into her mouth, a hungry, almost feral sound. Passionate. The idea that she could make Kellan feel this way was heady, dizzying. Wonderful.
“Kellan,” she whispered when he pulled away briefly, granting them only a few seconds to suck in some much-needed air. She didn’t have a clue what she meant to say next, but he didn’t give her the chance to finish.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sara.” Kellan bent his head and resumed the body-trembling, soul-shattering, earth-shaking kiss.
Before she could consider her actions, she began gyrating against his knee, thrusting almost subconsciously. She needed—wanted—so much more.
His fingers drifted from her hair to her face as his palms cupped her cheeks. He drew back a few inches until they were looking at each other. Neither of them spoke, yet Sara felt liked they said volumes. His expression mirrored her own feelings, and she took comfort in the knowledge that he was as blown away as she was.
“I…” Once again, she faltered.
What the hell am I supposed to say now?
She wanted him desperately, almost painfully. But this was Kellan, her cocky boss, her infuriating friend. She wasn’t supposed to want him. It was stupid to want him.
“Sara.” It was clear he didn’t intend to say more. He didn’t have to. Her name sounded like a prayer on his lips, and it sparked something inside of her, something animalistic and feral.
Oh, God. This is bad.
She grabbed his face and pulled him toward her, initiating the kiss as she thrust against his leg harder. Kellan was right. Two years was too fucking long.

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ABOUT MARI CARR

Writing a book was number one on Mari Carr’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Too many years later, her computer is jammed full of stories — novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends and she has nearly eighty published works. Virginia native, Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller of contemporary erotic romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of America’s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research.
 

 

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