If Looks Could Kill [The Heartbreakers Series, Book III]

by Caitlyn Willows

Overview

Sequel to Crazy On You... Caz Tristan and Brooke Hansen have made no secret of the fact they rub each other the wrong way. All the world knows that, if looks could kill, they would have done each other in years ago. Unfortunately for Caz, his brothers have out-voted him in their bid to hire Brooke as the new manager for Mesquite. Now, forced to work together, Caz admits he lacks control where Brooke is concerned, and if there's one thing Caz prides himself on, it's his control. As a power player in a man's world, Brooke learned long ago she had to have "bigger brass ones" than the big boys with whom she was forced to play ball. Control was never more important, and she's taken the motto "Never Let Them See You Sweat" to heart in the boardroom. But in the bedroom it's a completely different matter. Behind closed doors, Brooke would love nothing more than to give complete control over to a trusted lover. Never did she realize the one man who could do all that and more for her is the very man she's shared daggers with over the years. Yes, if looks could kill. But then again, looks can be deceiving... NOTE: Don't miss the sequel Magic Man, available January 2009. Genres: Contemporary / The Arts / BDSM / Menage (M/M/F and M/F/M) / Group Sex / Bisexual Activity (M/M) / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Series

Product Details

BN ID:	2940000173008
Publisher:	Amber Quill Press
Publication date:	01/01/2008
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	178 KB

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He could smell her perfume--a whiff of something citrusy--as she shook his hand, then sat across from him, giving him an unintentional shot of cleavage. His gaze had wandered to the spot, hoping for another glimpse. Nick's knee nudge reminded Caz of his manners, but by that time Caz was way beyond polite. He wanted more than the tease of perfume. He wanted to crawl under the table, shove up her little red skirt, and wedge his face in her crotch. Let her try to keep her composure under the onslaught of his tongue.

She allowed him momentary victory when she slid her gaze away from him and toward the table. Before he could bask in the glory, however, those dark blue eyes locked back on him, daring him to be the first to blink. A cattle prod up the ass would have had less impact. His balls felt the burn in her eyes, yet she had the nerve to sit there, calm and cool, as if nothing had passed between them.

Now she wouldn't look at him at all. He'd been "dismissed" as she outlined ideas and plans. Oh, she'd spare him a glance from time to time, but Caz knew it was more of an afterthought to ensure he wasn't "left out." Rage boiled inside him. More conflicting emotion warred inside his head.

One minute he wanted to grab the back of her neck and force her to look at him and him alone, see him as a man, her man, right before he plundered her mouth in a kiss her clit would feel. The next minute he wanted to step behind her, massage the tension from her shoulders, run his hands down her suit jacket, open those buttons, and cup the treasure guarded within. Her breasts would surge into his hands. He'd nibble her neck, tease the nipples, and show her a pleasure like noneshe'd known before.

He wanted her at his feet, then he found himself wanting to be at hers. Agony spawned a killer headache and threatened to split his cock in two. How in the hell was he supposed to survive working with this woman? He had to get back some measure of control, had to purge her from his system and his head, once and for all.