Maybe that was why he’d suffered a moment or two of unfamiliar contemplation last night—before he’d headed out on the town. The urge to call Kate had struck him hard and fast. All because of that newly indefinable, vicious sensation thr
eatening to obliterate him.
But he’d bypassed hitting the number in his Contacts list that would have connected him with Kate. Instead, he’d located his invitation to the exclusive club opening and had literally gone on the prowl.
Only to end up reaching for his phone at the crack of dawn, anyway, because Kate was still on his mind.
Jude recognized watershed moments when they materialized before his very eyes. Sure, sometimes it required some runabout stimuli to reach this point. But he eventually did reach it.
He suggested, “It’s entirely possible we’ve danced around each other a bit too much, Kate.”
She was less inclined to turn the corner with him, though. Saying, “I don’t see it that way. And…time’s up, Jude. I have patients on the books today.” She thrust his shirt at him. “Get dressed, please.”
She snatched her medical bag from his desk and stalked toward the door. “If you want to resume our professional arrangement, make an appointment with my office. Don’t call me on my cell, Jude. Unless it’s an emergency. If you want my help—”
“Jesus, Kate.” He glowered. “You can’t undo what’s been done. You can’t pretend you’re not affected by me.”
“You’re clearly episodic again, Jude. I urge you to make an appointment with my office.”
“I don’t need an appointment,” he aggressively averred.
“I only have your best interest at heart, Jude. I—”
“You want to help me, Kate?” he demanded.
She whirled around to face him.
Jude’s three wide strides had him descending upon her. Kate shifted slightly, only to find her back was to the door. Jude leaned in close, bracing his forearm against the polished wood above her head. His body grazed hers, his chest brushing the soft material of her dress and her firm breasts. Every nerve ending sizzled and snapped.
He stared deep into her eyes.
“Take your dress off, Kate. Let me get you out of my system.”
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Excerpt: Craving You
Fake dating isn’t his thing. But this particular hookup is too hot for Tague Mason to resist: A striking redhead name L.L. Branson, who is the direct opposite of everything his high-society family expects him to bring to a prestigious corporate affair—and everything that makes him burn. For one woman, only.
L.L. knows she’s not Tague’s type, given his prestigious family name—and her secret grand ambition of turning the adult toys she designs for a discriminating clientele into a global operation. But one touch…one kiss…and the smoldering begins.
Their cravings for each other intensify with every searing encounter. But Tague has plans of his own…and they don’t involve falling in love.
Chapter One
“Is setting me up on a blind date your idea of a morbid joke?” Tague Mason asked as his wide strides carried him swiftly along Manhattan’s Sixth Avenue. He stealthily wove through the early morning foot traffic as his friend, Chip McAllister, dodged oncoming pedestrians in an attempt to keep pace. “Or is this L.L. Branson you want me to meet related or befriended to an out-of-your-league prospect and you can’t seal the deal without a wingman?”
“Please,” Chip scoffed, his breath a white puff of frigid December air. “I don’t need your help to score babes.” He bristled a moment, then conceded, “Well, yeah, okay. Sometimes I do.”
Tague gave a half-snort. “If only you’d put this much effort into catapulting yourself from associate to partner before you’re thirty.”
“I’m not on the overachiever’s accelerated timeframe. I’ll leave that to you.”
Both men worked at the premier law firm Mason, Hoffman & Stein, founded by Tague’s late grandfather, Alexander Mason. Tague was a high-powered, international corporate attorney who’d spent the majority of the past two years on a copyright infringement case for a large media conglomerate in Tokyo.