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Six months ago Ellie Holdsworthy’s life was all planned out - kids, wedding, happy ever after - until her boyfriend dumped her for another woman. Now her best friend, Penny - an heiress to a small fortune - looks set to run off with a gold-digger, and Ellie is determined to save her from certain doom . Unfortunately, the only person who can help is the one person she’d rather not ask...
Little does Ellie know, persuading her brother’s best friend - commitment phobic, playboy businessman, Gideon DeLancy - to hold an intervention at his beautiful Georgian manor would be the easy part. Keeping her hands off him is a whole other matter.
Gideon doesn’t intend to fall for his friend's snarky sister, and he sure as hell doesn’t expect their weekend to develop into a full-on sex-fest. When passion takes a strangle-hold, their differences don’t seem to matter. After all, a torrid weekend affair should be the easiest thing in the world to walk away from, so why are they finding it so difficult...?
Gideon marched around to the other side of the table and grasped her hand, moving away quickly and pulling her with him. He practically dragged her out of the kitchen into the hallway and lead her up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” Ellie managed to gasp as she hurried to keep up with him. His words had caused a chain-reaction through her system that sent her blood pounding through every artery and vein at double its normal speed. She felt alive with promise and unutterable excitement.
What was he going to do to her?
The mere question thrilled her.
At the top of the stairs he turned towards the dressing room and pulled her in with him, slamming the door closed behind them.
They stood there, staring at each other, their breathing quick and light.
“Come here,” Gideon said, and she responded, not allowing herself to think or wonder or even care what might happen next. It was as if she’d managed to turn off her nervousness and was acting purely on instinct.
It was so freeing.
The determined touch of his hands on her shoulders made her shiver in anticipation and she let out a small gasp as he pushed her around to face the long, free-standing mirror, stepping behind her so she could see the whole of herself reflected in the glass.
“Put your arms in the air,” he said into her ear, his mouth so close she could feel the soft exhalation of breath against her skin.
She did as she was told, raising her arms above her head and waiting, her body quivering with expectation. She watched him in the mirror as he grasped the hem of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up, exposing her stomach, then her breasts encased in her plain white bra, then over her head and gently up over her arms before he discarded it onto the floor beside them.
Ellie automatically pulled her stomach in and averted her eyes from the reflection in front of her.
Compared to Gideon’s honed physique she was seriously out of shape. She felt her body pull inwards again as her gaze dropped to the floor.
With a ping, her bra came loose at the back and she gasped in surprise as Gideon pushed the straps roughly down over her shoulders. The bra slipped away from her body, leaving her top half totally exposed and her arms automatically came forward to cover her breasts.
“Look at yourself, Ellie,” Gideon said quietly into her ear. His body was so close she could feel the heat of him radiating against her bare skin.
“I don’t want to,” she whispered.
“Don’t give me that,” he said, his voice rough and low. He put one hand under her chin and tipped her head, forcing her to look up. She took in the image reflected back at her and groaned at the sight. She hadn’t looked properly at her body for ages and didn’t like what she saw now. She was so ridiculously voluptuous, her breasts large and her stomach rounded. Thank God he hadn’t taken her jeans off to expose the cellulite on her thighs.
She met his gaze in the mirror and stared defiantly back.
“See. I’m nothing like the fit women you usually date.”
“I love your body. It’s beautiful.”
Ellie let out a laugh. “Sure it is, if you’re half blind.”
Gideon shook his head slowly at her. Raising his hands he put one on each of her shoulders and pulled back on them, forcing her to stand up straighter so her breasts moved higher and further forward.
“If you stop trying to hide yourself, you’ll see how gorgeous...” He leaned forward toward her, the heat of his body burning into her back and kissed the left side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “How sensual...” he said against her skin, moving to her right side and kissing just below her ear this time. “How utterly sexy you are.” This time he grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her body, pushing her breasts forwards even more. He held both wrists captive with one hand and pressed his body closer to her, trapping them. She gasped as the hardness of his erection pushed against the top of her buttocks.
“See how much you turn me on,” he whispered again into her ear, his eyes not leaving hers in the reflection.
A bit about Christy:
Formerly a Video and Radio Producer, Christy now spends her time as either a slave to her children or her muse. When she’s not writing spicy romance, she can be found stomping around the South West of England, glomming her to-be-read pile or escaping from real life with her rather delicious husband.
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