Title: Sex, Lies & Lingerie
Series: Secrets and Lies #1
Series: Secrets and Lies #1
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Romantic Suspense
A steamy and suspenseful series from New York Times bestselling author Nelle L’Amour with each book releasing two weeks apart.
The minute I met her I wanted to make her mine—in both the boardroom and bedroom.
Gloria Long, the platinum blond goddess and CEO of the world’s largest lingerie empire.
It’s my job to unleash the power inside her. Help Gloria discover her sexuality and bring her to new heights of carnal desire.
To free her life of the secrets that hold her back.
Except I’m caught in a web of lies and deceit that threatens to destroy us both.
He’s one of the most talented advertising gurus in the world. But I had no clue how devastating he’d be. Nor how he’d melt me from the inside out.
I wasn’t used to a man who possessed my same confidence, intelligence, and drive.
To someone else taking control.
My past inhibits me. An insidious secret that follows me like a shadow.
But Jaime Zander has me begging on my knees.
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I continued to eat my dinner under Jaime’s intense, watchful gaze. As delicious as the meal was, I was losing my appetite with each bite. In fact, my gut was cramping, and a tingling between my legs was distracting me. Why did he affect me this way?
“Mr. Zander, aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.
A saucy smile curled on his lips. “I’m getting rather hungry and think my meal might be nicely heated up now.” Slowly, he lifted the silver dome covering his entrée.
My eyes practically popped out of their sockets. Artfully displayed on the platter were Rihanna’s diamond-studded brassiere and thong.
“Gloria, are you done with your dinner?”
Speechless, I just nodded. I couldn’t eat a bite more even if I tried.
“Good. Then stand up.”
As if under a hypnotic spell, I did as he asked.
He rose to his feet and came around the dining cart. In one swift, smooth move, he swept down the back zipper of my dress, swooped it over my head, and tossed it to the floor.
Quivering, I stood semi-naked in front of him, clad only in my lacy gray lingerie and silk stockings. And my heels.
His lustful eyes roved up and down my body. I suddenly became very conscious of the scar above my heart that peeked out from my bra, but to my relief, he ignored it.
“I like the way you match your undergarments to what you’re wearing.”
Madame Paulette had ingrained that in me. In a state of semi-shock, I mumbled a throwaway thanks.
He continued to study me. “You have such a sexy body. Custom-made for your lingerie line. But it’s such a shame you don’t enjoy what you sell. Let me show you how.”
My body, indeed curvaceous, was a trembling mess. Words stayed trapped in my throat while I tried to steady myself on my feet.
“Relax, Gloria. Trust me.” He shoved the dining cart out of the way. There was nothing standing between the two of us except a blazing storm of electricity.
He squatted halfway to the floor and clutched my thighs with his warm, manly hands. With his teeth, he snapped open each garter. I stood motionless as he slid my silk stockings down my long legs. His hands brushed against my skin, sending goosebumps all over me. I anchored my palms on his broad shoulders as he removed my shoes and stockings. The garter and my skimpy lace bikinis were the next to hit the floor. He slipped the shoes back on my feet and then stood up and removed my bra. My scar in full view, my body didn’t move a muscle. A contemplative smile spread across his face as he gazed at me.
“Ah, Gloria, you are so, so, beautiful.” He reached for the diamond-studded undergarments and handed them to me. Please put these on.”
“Don’ t worry. I had them thoroughly cleaned. They’re like brand new.”
It wasn’t Rihanna’s crotch I was worried about. It was mine. I was on fire.
“Put the thong on first. I want to stare at those exquisite tits for as long as I can.”
My nerves on edge, I bent over and slipped each high-heeled foot into the leg openings of the thong and then pulled it up until the patch of diamonds covered my patch of gold. The diamonds formed a heart—the iconic signature of Gloria’s Secret. All our merchandise bore the insignia heart somewhere. There was even a heart instead of a dot over the “i” in the Gloria’s Secret logo.
He examined me. His eyes seared my flesh.
I felt light-headed. The heat of his gaze mixed with the warmth of the buttery leather. He was making me melt. Hot juices gathered between my thighs.
He smiled. “Perfection. Now, the bra.”
With jittery fingers, I put the back-closing bra on backward and fumbled with the clasp. After hooking it, I twisted the bra around, slipped my arms into the straps, and plumped my milky-white globes into the push-up cups. Hearts of diamonds surrounded my erect nipples.
Jaime gazed at me reverently. “You look more beautiful in these works of art than I ever imagined.”
My brows rose to my forehead. “You bought them for me?” I asked, finding my voice.
He let out a light, sexy laugh. “No, I bought them for me to look at on you.”
Semantics. A chill ran down my spine in anticipation of what was next.
Releasing November 29, 2018
Nelle L’Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-aged princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever