Seducing the Billionaire by J.M. Stewart
Series: The Blue Room #1
Publication date: August 6th, 2019
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
When her ex leaves her with a wounded ego, curvy tech writer Jenna Mancini sets out to prove to herself that she's just as sexy as any six six. With an invitation to Seattle's hottest new club, a place that promises no risk, no commitment, no holds barred, she sets her sights on the one man who can help her test her theory--the only man at a sex club who doesn't participate.
Billionaire Hunter Thane has a secret few know: a fear of being touched. A rough childhood has left him scarred, inside and out, and he's resigned himself to a life alone. So while he can't deny he finds Jenna incredibly sexy, he's determined to save her from the disappointment of an encounter with him.
Jenna is every bit as determined to push all his hot buttons and see if she can crush his iron-clad will.
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One corner of her mouth upward as she turned away from him, meandering her way further into the room. "I thought I'd stop by to say hello. Though truth be told, I also came in here because I wanted to fulfill a fantasy, and I hoped you wouldn't mind."
He hadn't stopped thinking about the offer she'd made him this morning or wondering why the hell he wasn't taking her up on it. Couldn't stop thinking, either, about the fact she'd stood naked in front of him while she did it. And she had to go and tease him about fantasies?
He snatched up his book and attempted to scan the page. He wanted to pretend nonchalance, but his hands shook. His cock throbbed, and he couldn't force his gaze to focus on the words. He shouldn't ask the question seated on the tip of his tongue, but damn it, he had to know. "Fantasy?"
"Mm-hmm." She started up the stairs, making her way to the library's second floor, a sexy swing in her hips. When she reached the top, she turned, settling her hands along the railing, and peered down at him. "You gave me an idea last week."
It took all of two seconds to understand what she wanted. He swallowed a miserable groan. Was it possible to die from sexual frustration? From being so hard it hurt?
He sighed. He'd have to face this, or she'd keep teasing him. "Jenna..."
Whatever bravado she'd marched in there with seemed to desert her, for she dropped her gaze, her fingers toying with the edge of the railing. "It's something I've never had the courage to try, because I've never felt comfortable enough with someone to do it. It doesn't require your participation. Only your presence."
"You want me to watch."
She looked up, her fingers tightening around the railing. "Yes."
He ought to turn her down, get up and find another room to read in, but he didn't have the heart to say the words. She'd essentially told him that despite what he'd done to her last weekend, she felt comfortable with him. And hell. He understood only too well the desire to play out a fantasy like hers, the ones that made you this side of uncomfortable. Who was he to tell her no?
He hadn't stopped thinking about the offer she'd made him this morning or wondering why the hell he wasn't taking her up on it. Couldn't stop thinking, either, about the fact she'd stood naked in front of him while she did it. And she had to go and tease him about fantasies?
He snatched up his book and attempted to scan the page. He wanted to pretend nonchalance, but his hands shook. His cock throbbed, and he couldn't force his gaze to focus on the words. He shouldn't ask the question seated on the tip of his tongue, but damn it, he had to know. "Fantasy?"
"Mm-hmm." She started up the stairs, making her way to the library's second floor, a sexy swing in her hips. When she reached the top, she turned, settling her hands along the railing, and peered down at him. "You gave me an idea last week."
It took all of two seconds to understand what she wanted. He swallowed a miserable groan. Was it possible to die from sexual frustration? From being so hard it hurt?
He sighed. He'd have to face this, or she'd keep teasing him. "Jenna..."
Whatever bravado she'd marched in there with seemed to desert her, for she dropped her gaze, her fingers toying with the edge of the railing. "It's something I've never had the courage to try, because I've never felt comfortable enough with someone to do it. It doesn't require your participation. Only your presence."
"You want me to watch."
She looked up, her fingers tightening around the railing. "Yes."
He ought to turn her down, get up and find another room to read in, but he didn't have the heart to say the words. She'd essentially told him that despite what he'd done to her last weekend, she felt comfortable with him. And hell. He understood only too well the desire to play out a fantasy like hers, the ones that made you this side of uncomfortable. Who was he to tell her no?
About the Author:
JM Stewart writes heartfelt contemporary romance. Whether the heat level is sizzling or sweet, her stories are always deeply emotional. Her heroes are strong but sensitive (no alpha jerks here!), and her heroines are more Cinderella than Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Recently transplanted, she now lives in a small town in Texas along with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. When not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking and playing computer games. As a sensitive soul with a romantic heart, she believes in angels and hopes everyone finds their happily ever after.
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