Janelle Denison – Seduced (страница 1)
“So, you want to use me for great sex?” Ryan asked incredulously
“Would that be so bad?” Jessica asked, splashing him and playfully sticking out her tongue.
He chuckled. “Watch yourself, Jessie.” His eyes grew darker as his gaze wandered over her wet body. “I can think of several ways to put that tongue of yours to good use….”
Jessica drew back slightly, seeming a little startled by his blatant desire.
Noticing her withdrawal, Ryan joined her in the tub. “Now, don’t go getting modest on me again,” he teased, giving her a devastatingly sexy grin. “I need you completely uninhibited by the time we make love.”
“And just when do you think that will be?” she asked boldly, rubbing her bare shoulder against his chest.
He barely managed to resist the urge to kiss that sassy mouth of hers and take her, fast and furious, right there in the tub. Instead, he ran his finger down her cheek and said, “Don’t worry, honey. You’ll know…”
Dear Reader,
Seduced. The word alone conjures up all kinds of shameless possibilities, doesn’t it? Sensual temptations, forbidden pleasures. You’ll find all those and more between the pages of my latest BLAZE.
Ryan Matthews is a man who knows what he wants, and he’s wanted sassy, sexy Jessica Newman in his bed for more than a year. Now he’s going after her, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make her his…including seducing her in the most delicious, sinful ways! His very innovative “cake scene” is sure to make you crave something sweet, and his inspiring “couples gift” will no doubt leave you breathless. Seduction has never been so hot!
I’d love to know what you think of Seduced. You can write to me at P.O. Box 1102, Rialto, CA 92377-1102, or at janelle@janelledenison.com. I always write back! For a list of upcoming releases, check out my Web site at www.janelledenison.com.
Fondly,
Janelle Denison
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Seduced
Janelle Denison
To all the readers who’ve written to let me know how much they enjoy my stories. Thank you for your kind words and friendship. This one’s for you.
And to Don, whose support, encouragement and love make each story a reality.
Contents
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“MR. MATTHEWS, Jessica Newman is here to see you.”
The voice of Haywood and Irwin’s receptionist drifted through the intercom on Ryan Matthews’ desk, breaking his train of thought on the brief he was preparing for a client’s divorce case.
Before he could recover from Glenna’s unexpected announcement, she continued in her ever-efficient manner. “Ms. Newman doesn’t have an appointment, but said she’d like to speak with you regarding a personal matter if you have the time.”
Curiosity flickered through Ryan, as well as an undeniable spark of enthusiasm. He’d make the time for Jessica Newman—anytime, anyplace. That she’d sought him out was enough to pique his interest, especially when she’d made it abundantly clear the last time he’d seen her that there could never be anything between them. Although he’d sensed a mutual attraction at the time, she’d diverted it with a collection of lawyer jokes he’d found too amusing to be offensive.
“My afternoon is clear, Glenna.” He didn’t have any appointments or engagements, just a tedious pile of correspondence awaiting his attention. No doubt, Jessica would provide a much more exciting diversion. “Will you show her to my office, please?”
The line disconnected, and Ryan set aside the documents he’d been reviewing and straightened the scattering of folders and papers on his desk, all the while wondering what had prompted this unscheduled visit of hers.
He’d first met Jessica a year ago when he and his buddies, Marc and Shane, had headed up to the Colorado Rocky Mountains for a few days of skiing. But instead of the guys-only weekend they’d envisioned, they’d found themselves sharing the same cabin with Jessica, her sister, Brooke, and another friend, Stacey. A blizzard had stranded Brooke and Marc together for two days in a deserted cabin, which had been the beginning of a lasting relationship between the two. And while Shane had also connected with Stacey on a very intimate level, Ryan had struck out with Jessica, but not for lack of trying.
Over the past twelve months he’d seen her a handful of times, the last of which had been at Marc and Brooke’s small, intimate wedding three weeks ago where they’d stood up as best man and maid of honor for the couple. Other than Stacey and Shane, only immediate family had been invited to the private gathering.
And once again, Jessica had opposed his flirtatious advances. She’d used her arsenal of lawyer jokes to keep her attraction to him at bay, and ultimately turned down his request to take her out to dinner sometime. He’d been prepared for her refusal—over the course of a year she’d rejected him more than any man’s ego should have to endure. More than most men would have endured.
He wasn’t most men, and possessed enough patience to believe that some things were worth waiting for. And Jessica intrigued him with her efforts to resist him. She stimulated him with her sassy mouth and spirited debates. And it drove him nuts that he couldn’t break through that reserve of hers and make her admit to the awareness simmering between them.
She’d become a challenge, one he enjoyed as much as it frustrated him—losing, in any capacity, wasn’t something he liked to accept, and he’d never been one to admit defeat until he’d exhausted every effort available.
A slow smile curved his mouth. Maybe it was time he upped the ante with a more direct approach and showed her that their attraction could lead to a mutually satisfying relationship. He wasn’t looking for anything deep, heavy, or serious that would interfere with the goals he’d spent the past six years trying to achieve. No way did he want to disappoint his parents, who’d scraped and saved to send him through college and law school and were so proud that their only son had chosen such a distinguished career. Eventually, he wanted to make junior partner. There was also the possibility of him heading up the family law department, and he was biding his time, winning cases, and making a name for himself that would go a long way in impressing the higher-ups when the time came for that particular advancement.
Being a bachelor suited Ryan just fine—it freed him to pursue his career goals single-mindedly, without the distraction of a serious relationship to waylay him, as he’d seen with other colleagues. But he wasn’t opposed to spending time with a woman who aroused him on all levels, and Jessica Newman certainly did that.
But first, he needed her to admit she reacted the same way to him.
His mind turned over tantalizing ideas just as his office door opened and Glenna stepped aside to let Jessica enter. Automatically, he stood, one of the many gentlemanly gestures ingrained by his mother since he was a toddler. Being the only son in a family with three sisters, he’d learned early to treat women with utmost respect. As a teenager, he’d grumbled about the unfairness of having to cater to his sisters, but had grown to appreciate being familiar with the formalities that women seemed to admire and value.
Not that he was counting on his social graces to make any difference with Jessica. No, it was going to take something more tangible and candid to make an impact on her. By the time she left his office, he planned to shake her aloof composure and, he hoped, put a fracture in her convictions to keep him at arm’s length, too.
She strolled into the room, her winter coat draped over her arm with her leather gloves stuffed in the front pocket. He started around his desk and across the distance separating them, watching as her big blue eyes registered his gradual approach. He smiled, taking in her teal-and-black, thigh-length sweater over black leggings, which tucked into stylish boots. She always dressed conservatively, whether in jeans and loose blouses, or slacks and long flowing skirts—nothing to draw attention to the slender curves and full breasts merely hinted at beneath her choice of clothing.
Nothing sophisticated like the kind of worldly women his profession drew, but it was her wholesomeness that fascinated him and appealed to him. She wore little makeup to enhance the creamy perfection of her skin, just enough to intensify the drown-in-them-forever blue of her eyes. Her hair was a rich shade of honey-blond, all chin length in a no-fuss style, and parted on the side with wispy bangs touching her forehead. The strands were incredibly silky-looking, beckoning for him to slide his fingers through them as he’d envisioned doing a hundred times since knowing her.