Their best friends may be married, but no law said they have to like each other.
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Mika lives the saying “carefree black girl” to the fullest. She has a solid interesting career, good friends, and money to do whatever she wants! What she doesn’t have is a man of her own. Even so, she’s not so desperate that she’ll fall for Robert Lorde. While he may be tall, dark, and handsome, he’s way too arrogant and boring to be her type
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Robert likes his life to be predictable. While others see that as boring, he counts his blessings for the stability. As a financial investor, the last thing he needs is whirlwind Mika Harrison tearing through his life. Yet even his practical mind can’t deny the chemistry they have. Will a little fun with her leave him with a headache…or even worse, heartache?
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Robert entered the room to see her lightly running a finger along the book spines. Stepping into the the open doorway, he closed the door behind him. When she turned around at the soft click, the bright smile on her face faded at seeing him.
“What were you doing? Being nosy?”
Mika shrugged. “Getting my coat and looking around. What are you doing?” She asked pointedly, her eyes flickering to the door he’d purposely closed.
“Bringing you your phone, that you carelessly left on the table.” He held it out and watched her shoulders relax as she walked over to him.
“Thanks actually. I’m horrible about keeping up with my phone sometimes.” She went to take the phone from him, which he allowed before wrapping his big hand around hers. Her eyes jerked to his face as he stepped in, closing the distance between them.
“You’re welcome.” After a beat of silence he asked. “What are we going to do about this Mika?”
“This what? You can start by releasing my phone and getting out my space...Robert.” She tried tugging out of his grasp.
“You know the this I’m talking about.” He proved his point by stroking her hand with his thumb and watched her lips part before they tightened. “This sexual attraction. Neither one of us can brush it off on alcohol this time.”
“First, I still don’t know what you're talking about. Two, speak for yourself. I indulged in plenty of your fine alcoholic beverages and if you-”
He’d had enough of watching her lips deny the situation. He took his other hand tangling it in the wild mass of hair he’d admired earlier. Swooping in to quiet her in a way that would also prove his point. He instantly felt her yield against. He let go of her hand so he could pull her waist up flush against his body, sure she would feel the proof of his attraction.
Mika forgot what they’d been debating the moment his thick full lips brushed hers. She wasn’t thinking, but she was feeling his hardness against her stomach, and the firm muscles of his back as she circled her arms around him. And damn him but she felt the masterful way he used his hand at her neck to maneuver and deepen the kiss. His tongue seemingly sweeping every inch of her mouth. He took her breath away, and she was thinking maybe breathing was overrated?
“What were you doing? Being nosy?”
Mika shrugged. “Getting my coat and looking around. What are you doing?” She asked pointedly, her eyes flickering to the door he’d purposely closed.
“Bringing you your phone, that you carelessly left on the table.” He held it out and watched her shoulders relax as she walked over to him.
“Thanks actually. I’m horrible about keeping up with my phone sometimes.” She went to take the phone from him, which he allowed before wrapping his big hand around hers. Her eyes jerked to his face as he stepped in, closing the distance between them.
“You’re welcome.” After a beat of silence he asked. “What are we going to do about this Mika?”
“This what? You can start by releasing my phone and getting out my space...Robert.” She tried tugging out of his grasp.
“You know the this I’m talking about.” He proved his point by stroking her hand with his thumb and watched her lips part before they tightened. “This sexual attraction. Neither one of us can brush it off on alcohol this time.”
“First, I still don’t know what you're talking about. Two, speak for yourself. I indulged in plenty of your fine alcoholic beverages and if you-”
He’d had enough of watching her lips deny the situation. He took his other hand tangling it in the wild mass of hair he’d admired earlier. Swooping in to quiet her in a way that would also prove his point. He instantly felt her yield against. He let go of her hand so he could pull her waist up flush against his body, sure she would feel the proof of his attraction.
Mika forgot what they’d been debating the moment his thick full lips brushed hers. She wasn’t thinking, but she was feeling his hardness against her stomach, and the firm muscles of his back as she circled her arms around him. And damn him but she felt the masterful way he used his hand at her neck to maneuver and deepen the kiss. His tongue seemingly sweeping every inch of her mouth. He took her breath away, and she was thinking maybe breathing was overrated?
About The Author
Taylor Love is a new author who calls Michigan her home. Her goal is to write Sexy-Modern-Romance books featuring African-American couples. Showing that they too can have positive and romantic love stories! An avid reader since she was a young girl, she gained a love of writing as well. She loves to read a variety of genres and hopes over time to expand her writing among several of them. She is a lover of learning a “little bit” about many things. She hopes her imagination brings her readers a few hours of enjoyment!