Page 63 of Tempted

When a private video from that night leaks, Kensie’s credibility and Canaan’s shot at racing glory are suddenly on the line. To save them both, he does the unthinkable: announces their engagement during a live press conference. What beginsas damage control quickly spirals into a dangerous chemistry neither can contain.

Thrown together under the scorching Miami sun in the months leading up to his first Formula One race, Kensie and Canaan must outmaneuver paparazzi, past betrayals, and a passion that refuses to stay off camera. But as lies blur into truth and old wounds resurface, Kensie has to decide whether protecting her image is worth losing her heart to the one man who may know her better than she knows herself.

“I am pissed. Not past tense. And it did cause damage.” Still nursing the sweating bottle, he tugged on my dress near my breasts, pulling me even closer to him. “You’re so damn lucky I have a weakness for gorgeous women. I should throw your conniving ass out of here.”

Livid that he would dare insinuate that I had ulterior motives, well…I did…just not as he believed it to be. I slapped his chest and met his discerning gaze. “I swear I didn’t set you up or know about any video.”

Canaan shook his head and scoffed, “I’m supposed to believe that you wanted me to pretend to be your boyfriend, but you didn’t leak that video?”

I gritted my teeth. “If you think I’m a conniving ass, throw your new fiancée out right now and watch the media go even crazier.”

He sneered. “You would love that. Have everybody chomping at the bit when you post it or write about it in your next book. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your following is now past three million.”

I argued indignantly, “Believe it or not, I would never want my career to rise at the demise of someone else’s career, even a man I hate.”

Canaan suddenly dragged the cool end of the bottle from the top of my cleavage and pushed the material down in the middle, slowly exposing my pink strapless bra. “Hate? How can you hate me when all you want me to do is to have you again?”

Rendered utterly helpless by his incredibly bold and sexy move, I closed my eyes. He rubbed the glass against my rigid nipple that achingly pushed against my bra. Then his mouth followed the bottle, and he sucked on my breast through the material while his hand slipped under my dress to find my slick button. I gasped and grabbed his neck to balance myself. The pace and rhythm of his sucking matched his finger as he slowly indulged in pleasuring me. When my pants grew louder, and my hips swayed against him, he lifted his head and removed his hand. “Open your eyes, Kensie.”

I slowly opened my eyes and stared at him, wondering what game he was playing.