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About Bonding Games:
Former Navy SEAL Josh Steele gets tasked with a babysitting mission—watch over his boss’s daughter—a job he can only describe as hell. But when his assignment takes him to a tropical island, and he begins to see another side of Holly Fairfax, attraction sizzles between them—but he knows better than to risk his job for it.
Holly can’t believe that underneath those baggy clothes tech-guru Josh Steele is all ripped abs and sexy hotness. Ignoring said hotness is tough, especially since she has to work with him on the team-building exercises her boss has assigned if she wants a coveted promotion. It’s even harder when she discovers being around Josh brings out her naughty side – one she didn’t know she had.
But if she cracks the code on his cover, everything they’ve built could come crashing down.
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Excerpt
“No hands, remember.”
“Yeah, shit. Okay.” He looked at the loose limes and lemons lined up on the counter. Christ, he’d been through SEAL training. How hard could it be to use his body to pass Holly a couple of pieces of fruit? He glanced to the front of the room, and captured Misty’s attention. “Can we use our elbows?”
“No elbows, arms or teeth,” Misty said, pointing her finger at him. “The first team to get their completed drinks on the counter wins two points, and the best tasting bloody mary wins one point. If you drop anything, you can no longer use it.”
“Here goes nothing.” Josh leaned forward and, using his chin, rolled one of the limes to the edge of the counter. He angled his body and captured it between his chin and chest. He turned and when he caught the wide-eyed way Holly was watching him, her pouty lips parted slightly, the lime slipped.
“Whoa,” she said.
Before it fell, she stepped into him, sandwiching the fruit between their bodies—their stomachs, specifically.
“Good save.” Damn, is that my voice? He cleared his throat and hoped he no longer sounded like he’d sucked a few of those lemons when he said, “I just need you to slide downward, so you can get it under your chin.”
She writhed, and Josh damn near bit off his tongue as her breasts slid lower on his body. He exhaled sharply and tried to keep his mind on the task at hand—and off the sexy way she was moving against him.
“Just a little more,” he said, his cock jumping in his pants.
Down, boy.
Her hands slid around his back and linked as she shimmied lower, her body pressing hard against his to keep the lime from falling. It was all he could do not to grab a fistful of her hair and tug, opening her mouth so he could lean forwarded for a taste. Would she taste as sweet as she smelled?
“It’s harder than it looks,” she grumbled.
Yeah, no kidding.
Fuck, man, he sure as hell hoped she was talking about the game they were playing and not what was going on below the band of his board shorts. Thank God for the apron. The last thing he needed was for her or the team to know he was sporting the hard-on of the century.
She swayed back and forth in a manner that had his thoughts spiraling in a direction they had no right going. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. He thought about it. Visions of Holly sprawled out on his bed, his to do with as he pleased, raced through his mind’s eye.
Kill me fucking now.
“Almost there,” she said.
Me, too.
A groan crawled out of his throat, and she looked up at him. He briefly pinched his eyes shut, and when he opened them again and found her on her knees, dark lashes blinking over big doe eyes as she gazed up at him, he drew on every ounce of control he had to keep himself from falling to the floor and having his fucking way with her.
Keep your mind on the task, dude.
“You okay?”
Really? She was asking if he was okay? Hell no, he wasn’t okay! She was gyrating against him in a room full of people, and all he could think about was sex—with the last girl in the world he should be thinking about having sex with.
“Yeah,” he said, the denial spilling from his mouth. “You got it yet?” He winced as his voice came out harder than he intended. But Jesus, this was pure torture—dangerous in so many ways.
Watch over my daughter, he said. Find a way to get her to return home.
Josh was pretty sure gyrating against her during a damn mixology contest wasn’t what he’d signed up for. Fuck me.
About Cathryn Fox:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter but loves to spend time writing page-turning books that her readers will love.
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