Sebastian Bennett is a determined man. It’s the secret behind the business empire he built from scratch. Under his rule, Bennett Enterprises dominates the jewelry industry. Despite being ruthless in his work, family comes first for him, and he’d do anything for his parents and eight siblings—even if they drive him crazy sometimes. . . like when they keep nagging him to get married already.
Sebastian doesn’t believe in love, until he brings in external marketing consultant Ava to oversee the next collection launch. She’s beautiful, funny, and just as stubborn as he is. Not only is he obsessed with her delicious curves, but he also finds himself willing to do anything to make her smile.
He’s determined to have Ava, even if she’s completely off limits.
Ava Lindt has one job to do at Bennett Enterprises: make the next collection launch unforgettable. Daydreaming about the hot CEO is definitely not on her to-do list. Neither is doing said CEO. The consultancy she works for has a strict policy—no fraternizing with clients. She won’t risk her job. Besides, Ava knows better than to trust men with her heart.
But their sizzling chemistry spirals into a deep connection that takes both of them by surprise.
Sebastian blows through her defenses one sweet kiss and sinful touch at a time. When Ava’s time as a consultant in his company comes to an end, will
Sebastian fight for the woman he loves or will he end up losing her?
“I don’t want you to stay away,” I whisper. “My contract—”
“Fuck the contract.”
“I was about to say the same thing.”
He sets his glass on the coffee table, and I do the same with mine. He covers my mouth with his, but his kiss isn’t as urgent as the one in the office. He takes his time, exploring my mouth, tasting my lips as if they’re the most exquisite things in this world. He pulls me closer to him, and I climb into his lap. Sebastian drags his lips from my mouth down to my neck. I lean back, giving him better access, and my arm touches something behind me. A noise follows, a thump. Belatedly, I realize the sound was our wine glasses crashing to the floor.
“The wine—your carpet.”
“Fuck the carpet,” he says, and goes back to kissing my neck. “I’ll buy a new one.”
I undo the buttons of his shirt hurriedly, enjoying the feel of his granite muscles beneath my fingers. He discards my dress, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth while busying his fingers with my bra. He unclasps it, freeing my breasts, as I get rid of his shirt altogether. We pause a few moments, drinking each other’s bodies in.
“You are so beautiful, Ava.”
He drags his thumbs across my nipples, flicking them tenderly, until they turn to hard nubs. He takes one in his mouth, and then the other.
“Sebastian. This feels so good.”
“I’m far from done,” he whispers against my skin. When he hoists me up, I hitch my legs around his waist, kissing him hungrily. I am wearing nothing but a thong, while he’s still in his jeans. My throbbing core pushes against his waistband as he crosses the apartment. The friction deepens my need for him. He comes to a halt, shouldering open a door, switching the light on with his elbow. I barely have time to take in my surroundings before he lays me on the bed, and then there is nothing but him for me. We could be in the most luxurious bedroom or in a tent for all I care.
“I like that look in your eyes.” He smiles, peering at me.
“The one that says I’m your whole world right now.”
A wave of cold shoots through me, and I have to steel myself not to wince. How can he read me this well? His watchful gaze melts my fears. His eyes are hooded with desire, yes, but also so much more. I trust him.
“It’s true,” I admit. “Now, it’s high time you lost your jeans.”
In the blink of an eye, he’s naked and proceeds to remove my last item of clothing. He positions his hands at my hips, tugging my thong down my legs. Finally, he tosses it somewhere in the room. I push myself up on my elbows, watching him watch me. His gaze travels along my bare skin. This man worships my body—every single part of it. After caressing me with his gaze, he proceeds to torment me with his lips. They leave a trail of fire on every spot he kisses on my body.
“I love your skin.” He makes his way up my neck, pulling with his teeth at my earlobe. His large hands roam over my hips, one of them settling between my legs. He pushes his fingers against each of my folds, igniting my pulsing core.
Layla Hagen Bio
I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later. I write romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world. And I drink coffee. Lots of it