Vegas Love Teaser

Vegas Love Teaser

Hollywood actress, Ashlyn Roberts, just had the worst week of her life. Her ex released a sex tape of them and just when she was convinced her current boyfriend was a keeper for standing by her side, he breaks up with her at a friend’s wedding. She’s planning to drown her sorrows in booze when she meets a sexy stranger as she’s leaving the wedding and they end up in Vegas, married. Cash Crawford is offered a dream job working with his brother as a junior talent agent. He’ll put his shiny new law degree to good use and make a bunch of money in the process. His first task is simple: Keep Ashlyn Roberts out of trouble and don’t sleep with her. Which might be kind of tough, since they definitely consummated their Vegas wedding. Will this one night stand end in the quickie divorce they promised each other? Or will they realize they got lucky in love? A sexy, celebrity standalone romance novel by USA Today bestselling author, Jillian Dodd. Amazon: http://smarturl.it/VegasLoveAmz iBooks:  http://smarturl.it/VegasLoveiBooks Kobo:  http://smarturl.it/VLKobo Google: http://smarturl.it/VLGP B&N:  http://smarturl.it/VLNook

 

I lead her into her living room, sit on the couch and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me and takes my face in her hands.

“Are you really as sweet as you seem, Cash?”

Other than at my brother’s house, when we were supposedly introduced, this is the first time she’s called me Cash. I know she’s being serious.

“I’m not sweet, I’m just sweet on you.”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re too perfect.” She runs her hands across my biceps causing me to instantly become aroused. And it doesn’t help that she keeps squirming around on my lap. Does she not realize what that does to me? I try to think about anything. Anything but the way her hips are smashed against mine. Mom. Think about Mom. Mom is in the kitchen. Mom is baking food. Baking her specialty. Warm, homemade fudge with—

Shit. Wrong thing to think of. Way wrong. Now all I can think about is the warmth inside her.

And I’m trying to be sensitive here. I want her to take me seriously.

But she knows.

She has to be able to feel me. I’m as hard as freaking granite.

“I’m sorry,” I say, attempting to move her off me. But she doesn’t freaking budge. And, truth be told, I’m not trying that hard. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I want to talk to you about the house. I know it’s important to you. But you can’t seem to sit still and it’s driving me nuts.”

She pulls her shirt off in response.

“Fuck,” I say as she kisses me.

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