"Oh, there is no doubt about this getting 5/5 stars or, in the case of my blog, bunnies. I highly recommend this to anyone who likes heterosexual contemporary romance with A LOT of sex. Seriously, I would not suggest reading this in public without the ability to maintain a very solid poker face." Triskele Reviews
"Ah…" she said, suddenly getting his meaning. "You took care of business yourself."
Good. She felt a little better about that. Until a sudden image of Doyle touching himself, touching the hard, silky length she'd touched last night, filled her head.
Then all she felt was hot. And a teensy bit breathless.
"Nope." He grinned, unfolding his arms and placing his hands on the counter on either side of him, stretching the scrub top very nicely. "Didn't do that, either. Just wanted to see you squirm a little."
Sal glared at him, not impressed by his sense of humor. Even less impressed with the fact his admission meant he was, once again, standing before her unsatisfied.
"Fine," she huffed as she threw back the two tablets and washed them down with her coffee. "I don't like leaving a man wanting or being in anyone's debt. So just say the word and I can"-her cheeks heated again and just pissed her off further-"return the favor."
"Gee…how very romantic of you."
Sal dropped her mug in the nearby sink. "Oh, I'm sorry, you want me to light some candles and flutter around some rose petals for you?" She mentally quashed the absurd suggestion. She may have loved all that hearts and flowers crap, but that was in the past. Romance was dead to her no matter how much a few traitorous brain cells yearned for it.
"Well, at least ply me with tequila first."
Sal narrowed her eyes at him. That was a low blow. "I'm trying to be practical here."
"Oh, by all means, let's get practical," he said, and his voice went from gravel to cement. "So what are you offering? A hand job? Like for like?" He pushed off the bench and reached for his belt as he advanced toward her. "Is here okay?" He unbuckled. "Are you doing anything now?"
Sal held her ground as he stalked closer. He was obviously pissed at her practical side. A trill fluttered through her system as he loomed closer.
Probably not the right response.
But she was damned if she was going to let him intimidate her. Plus he was pretty freaking hot glowering at her like that. She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall over his shoulder. "We have to be downstairs in five minutes."
"Right," he said, coming to a stop in front of her. "Better be quick then. Maybe you should get down on your knees for me? That should do it." He yanked his fly down, the noise cracking like a whip into the tense space between them. "Do you swallow?"
Sal's pulse picked up and her breath came a little harder as she fought against the image he'd just projected into her head. Him in her mouth. Rolling her tongue around all that hardness she'd held in her hand last night, sucking him right to the back.
She got that he was trying to shock her, that she should be outraged at his suggestion. She was his boss, for fuck's sake. Prior to last night they'd barely said anything personal to each other for their entire acquaintance. But that line had been very definitely breached.
Right now it was a charred mess about a kilometer behind them.
She folded her arms. "I bite."
She craves what only he can give her. But he's not giving in without a fight...
Veterinarian Sal Kennedy's lost her mojo and is desperate to get it back. In fact, as the anniversary of the tragedy that destroyed her life looms large, she'll do anything to erase the painful memories, including overdoing the tequila and making a pass at the most annoyingly inappropriate man on the planet. Fellow veterinarian Doyle Jackson is her flatmate and her employee and therefore strictly off-limits.
Unfortunately, Doyle knows how to bring the goods and make her mojo sit up and beg.
Doyle is only too happy to oblige Sal in her hour of need, but then she demands more, and she's perfectly happy playing dirty to get it. He wants more, too-more than just sex, that is, and it's something Sal's not willing to give. But Doyle is in this for the long haul now, and he's prepared to fight even dirtier to get what he wants. Even if that means they both keep losing all their clothes in the process…