Title: Breach of Contract
Series: Kavanagh Family Romance #1
Series: Kavanagh Family Romance #1
Author: Elizabeth Miller
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 31, 2020
Blurb
Bonafide
bombshell Maisie Walker loves sex. The problem is sheās never had itānot with a
real live person anyway. Her vibrator, Vinnie, and pornbud.com keep Maisieās
nights busy, but sheās itching to lose her V-cardāwith her boss, Jayce
Kavanagh.
As managing
partner of the hottest legal firm in New York City, Jayce Kavanagh likes to
wināin court and in the bedroom. With his mind set on legal perfection, he
doesnāt have time for the killer sway of his assistantās assets or her sinful
mouth.
One late
night in the office changes everything.
Spanking
your associate after-hours is not ideal, but with proper boundaries, Jayce
makes it happen. Enter in Exhibit Aāthe contract. General terms and conditions
are set in place, satisfaction is guaranteed, and oral persuasion commences.
As they
test their limits in and out of the office, feelings surface and amendments are
made. But just when an extension is proposed, Jayce strays outside of the
contracted lines and Maisie must decide if their flourishing relationship can
survive a breach of contract.
Every three-point-five seconds my thoughts drift to Maisie
and the contract I delivered two days ago. I havenāt heard a response, and why
should I? We never exchanged numbers. Sheās had no way to reach me while I was
out. Weāre nothing but colleagues with a history. But that doesnāt stop me from
missing her, wanting her. It all pisses me off. I have work to do and life to
deal with. I knew I didnāt have time for a complication, but I canāt stop
thinking about her sweet face and gorgeous ass.
I force myself to focus on the Spears case and the latest
injunction Marjorie Blume has filed. Sheās muddying up the waters by leaking
reports of MoMoās lengthy conviction record. What he thought was past tense is
front and center. Itās my job to retrain the focus on Blume versus freedom of
speech, and not his penchant for cars that donāt belong to him.
I drill into the details. Each hour spent living through
Blumeās history has my temper rise by ten degrees. At the end of the day, Iām
hot. Sheās not a saint, and it sticks in my craw sheās made a living making
people believe she is.
Focusing on Wentworth for days and Blume for what feels like
ages has my blood pressure off the charts. Life is full of complications and
Iām in a punishing mood because of them.
āMr. Kavanagh,ā Lisa says from the door. āItās seven and Iām
heading out. Do you need anything before I go?ā
āI doāā Ms. Walker arrives behind her with the devil in her
eye and a fairly well-hidden smirk. She peeks around my secretary to stare me down
with a secret only the two of us share. āI do not,ā I amend.
āI brought the research you requested, sir.ā Maisie holds
out an envelopeāa familiar one, stamped confidential.
My gaze jerks from the document to her mouth: plump lips
brightened with peach gloss. Christ. My chest aches. Goddamn
heart. I smooth it under the pretense my tie is out of line.
āEnjoy your weekend, Lisa. Iāll finish with Ms. Walker and
close up,ā I say while my gaze remains trained on Maisie.
I wave her in as Lisa escapes before eight on a Friday
night. As the automatic lock latches on the door, we stand and stare with
silence swirling around us like the promise of whatās to come. Evening sun
warms my office, but Maisieās nipples pebble into distinct points. They draw my
attention to the ripe lushness of her breasts pressed together in a skintight
button-up and I canāt think of anything but her naked flesh. Because Iāve seen
it. Iāve watched her writhe in ecstasy, squeezing the life from my dick.
In an instant, my mind retreats from the memory and drills
into sharp focus. Thereās no reason why sheās over there and Iām here and we
arenāt touching. āDid you read it?ā I ask.
Maisie nods. āI did. And I signed it too.ā
After this shit with Wentworth, itās important that weāre on
the same page, that sheās honest with me about her feelings. She must give
permission. Say it out loud and reassure me Iām not the only one suffering.
āTell me, Ms. Walker. What do you want from me?ā My voice is low and jagged
from need. Something my body knows all too well as it stiffens at the mere
sight of her.
āI want you to f*ck me like your dirty little secret, Mr.
Kavanagh.ā She breathes out my name as if itās a wish, a fucking plea for my
cock to meet the back of her throat.
Lord, have mercy. Who am I to deny her? If she wishes
to know the type of justice I deliver, then so be it. āCome forward for your
sentence, peach.ā
Author Bio
She wears many hats. Some include wife, mother of two boys,
writer, reader, lover of gummy bears and Henry Cavill. Sheās a proud Indie
author who adores a broken hero, a feisty heroine, and lots and lots of sexy
times.
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