Breathe You In (Sweet Torment 1)

“Have I told you how sexy you look in jeans, Governor?”

He grinned and kissed me quickly. “I figured moving my girlfriend in with me is an appropriate time to wear them.”

“I agree. However…” I ran my palms up his impressive chest. “You are a little sweaty. Maybe it’s time for a shower.”

“You don’t like me sweaty?” He traced his tongue along the seam of my lips.

“I love you sweaty. I just want you naked and in the shower.”

“Mmm, I like it when you’re demanding, Miss Underwood.”

“I thought politicians don’t respond well to demands?” I ran my hands beneath his shirt, and his cut torso muscles jumped beneath my touch.

“I respond to you every time, sweetheart,” he rasped against my mouth. “And I don’t ever see that changing.”

Without warning, he picked me up, and I laughed. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him carry me to the shower. Life was going to be good, from here on out, because I had found Roman and Roman had helped me find myself.

“I love you,” I whispered against his neck.

He squeezed me a little tighter. “I love you too.”

There, in Roman’s strong arms, there was nothing I believed in more.

Acknowledgments

Thank you, Maria, for being an amazing editor. Thank you to my awesome critique partner and BFF for all your love and brilliance. Thank you, Lindsay, for your rocking edits! Thank you to my family and friends for your support.

Read on for a sneak peek of the next book in Joya Ryan’s Sweet Torment series.

Only You

Thanks for manning the desk, Paige,” Jean said, taking her glasses off and letting them hang from the chain around her neck. “Want me to bring you back anything?”

Jean was the personal assistant to the governor of New York and the closest thing I had to a mother figure.

“No thanks, I’ve got a protein shake.” Plus, I had a lot of work to get done.

“Okay, then. I’ll see you in a bit.” Jean’s gaze lingered a little, and I saw unease and pity in her eyes. Yeah. She knew. Everyone around here knew. And by tomorrow, the press would make sure the entire country knew.

My boss, Bill Vorse, chief communications officer to the governor, was involved in a sex scandal.

He was also kind of a douche. I had been on the receiving end of his unwanted advances a time or two in the year I’d been his assistant. But now it looked like he’d gone too far and, according to the rumor mill, with more than just one girl. And there were pictures. The story would break tomorrow.

And when it did, I would be out of a job.

I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the oncoming migraine. Letting out a long sigh, I looked at my protein shake sweating on Jean’s desk, then at the bowl of candy.

Shake?

Candy?

Eff the protein.

I reached for a handful of Hershey’s Kisses, but the bowl shocked my finger, making me jump and knock it onto the floor.

“Damn it.”

Walking around to the front of the desk, I collected the chocolates and put them back in the bowl. On my hands and knees, ass in the air, I reached under the desk, trying to get the last chocolate wedged against the wall and making my skirt ride up my thighs.