"I have a proposition for you." Kacey should have run the minute those words left Seattle millionaire Jake Titus's mouth. It's been years since Kacey's seen her childhood friend Jake, but the minute Jake mentions his ill grandmother, Kacey is ready to do anything for the sweet old woman. And if that means pretending they're engaged for her sake-so be it.
But Kacey wasn't counting on Jake's older brother Travis still being there. She calls him "Satan" for a reason: she's never forgotten the way he teased and taunted her. Yet when they meet again, Travis's gorgeous smile is a direct hit to her heart . . . and Kacey's more confused than ever. As the days pass, only one thing starts to become alarmingly clear-she never should have accepted Jake's deal . . .
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“Kace?” he asked again. She hadn’t moved, and the room was spinning, partially from the wine and partially from his lust-filled state.
“Hmm?” She looked up. God, she was beautiful, and so damn close to him he could nearly taste the wine on her lips.
“Your call,” he said, lowering his head to hers.
“This means nothing,” she whispered against his lips. “We’re drunk, and it means nothing,” she repeated as her hands tangled in his hair.
With a moan he shook his head.
“Right, nothing.” He licked her lower lip, tasting the red wine, then running his tongue along the bottom of her jaw.
She arched her back, and he pulled her closer. His control was hanging on by a single thread.
When his lips grazed hers, she opened her mouth to him. All hell broke loose. He hadn’t expected her to taste so good, to feel so ripe, to feel perfect in his arms, to moan his name.
His tongue tangled with hers. Kacey ran her fingers up and down his biceps, then tucked her hands underneath his shirt, peeling it off his body.
“Told you naked slumber parties were more fun,” he said between kisses.