Excerpt The Two-Week Arrangement by Kendall Ryan

Jun 042019
 

The Two Week Arrangement (Penthouse Affair Book 1) by Kendall Ryan

About The Two-Week Arrangement
Dear Sexy AF Intern,

I know you don’t particularly care that I’m the CEO of this company, and you’re just an intern. I also know you’re not impressed by my power or my wealth, and that’s fine.

You think you’ve got me all figured out from working alongside me for two weeks, but you don’t know me. Not really.

You don’t know that I’m a single dad to twin toddlers, or that those two little girls matter more to me than this entire hotel chain.

I’m not interested in starting something deep and meaningful, but what I am interested in is the way your body reacts to mine when we’re in the same room. You probably assume the concentration on my face is work-related, when in reality, I’m figuring out which I want more–to nail you against the wall, or to bend you over my desk.

While you’re too disciplined to act on it, I’m not. And the night you stepped into my limo, all bets were off.

Excerpt The Two-Week Arrangement by Kendall Ryan

You’re attracted to me,” I say, my voice soft and low. I keep my expression calm and collected, even though I can actually hear my heart pounding through my veins.
Or is that hers?
She stands utterly still, her eyes wide. But slowly, her cheeks grow rosy. Then she draws her bottom lip into her mouth, chewing on it for a moment before letting it pop back out. That little move makes my cock push painfully against the constraints of my pants. I can’t tear my eyes away.
“I’m attracted to you, too.” I hear myself say it before I process the words falling out of my mouth. I’m staring at her lips, leaning in.
What am I doing? This meeting is over, Dom.
“Presley—” I’m about to apologize when there’s suddenly a soft press of warmth, and I realize Presley is kissing me. Presley, intern extraordinaire and novice escort, has her lips on mine in an almost chaste lip-lock.
Time seems to halt as everything stills.
She places one hand against my chest as if to steady herself. Otherwise, our only point of connection is this kiss.
My eyelids float closed without my permission and I step into her, my hands moving up to cup her warm cheeks in my fingers.
God, she’s so small. She’s feminine and soft. And it’s been so long.
I suck in a sharp inhale, pressing more deeply into her wet lips. She gasps and grips my shirt, clinging for balance. My mind is blank, my world full of Presley’s sweet scent and her soft skin and her warm tongue.
I know I should stop. I should control myself and be the cool, collected CEO.
But with Presley in my arms, there’s nothing but fire.

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