A woman needing a fresh start. A man with a solution. Sounds simple, right?

Sara’s life has not been easy for the most part. After her mother’s mysterious death, escaping her stepfather, and fleeing an abusive ex, she has decided the only way to feel safe within her life is to change her identity and start over. Easier said than done for a struggling college student. She hears rumors of an experienced attorney who can help with this process and decides to take the chance.

Derek is an experienced and wealthy attorney and is intrigued when he receives an inquiry from Sara. Assisting Sara holds high risks for him but he takes a meeting with her anyway. When he meets the lovely, damaged woman he feels compelled to help her. He offers her a mutually beneficial proposal: She needs an attorney and a fresh start. He needs a ‘girlfriend’ to keep his parents from matchmaking during the social season. He offers her the proposal, will she accept the terms?

This is book one in The Proposal Series and has a happily for now. Book two coming soon.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary unconventional romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, possible triggers for some readers, adult themes, mystery, sensual scenes, and mild power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Amazon | Blushing Books | Universal

Excerpt

Marcus slowly moved his fingers in a circular motion around her thigh. She began to breathe heavier, her inner core tightening for release. She couldn’t pay attention to the stupid movie. He was coaxing her, and she had half the mind to grab his hand and put it where she really wanted it.

She didn’t make that move, but she thought about it multiple times as his torturous caressing continued. She didn’t know what she was doing, or where this was leading but for the first time in a long while, she decided not to think.

Sara let herself open her legs only slightly. She wasn’t sure if Marcus noticed or not at first. But after a few seconds of having her legs slightly parted, he moved his fingers onto her sensitive clit. Sara threw her head back in her seat. She let her eyes wander over to Marcus, but like a robot, he stood still staring at the screen. Perhaps he didn’t want anyone to notice them, although there weren’t many people around. He rubbed her clitoris over her pants slowly in a figure-eight motion. She had no idea what was happening, but she allowed herself to love it.

Sara widened her legs further, parting them for easier access. Marcus understood what she was asking, and he took his hand and slipped it inside her pants, under her silk panties. For the first time in the last ten minutes, he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“I love a woman who wears silk,” he said.

Before she had a chance to respond, he returned his eyes to the screen and torturously massaged her under her panties. She could feel herself getting close. She took one of her hands and placed it on top of his, grabbing at him to signal she was close. He looked at her once more, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Sara finally came, allowing herself to shudder in silence. He gently withdrew his hand from her and continued watching the movie. Sara could barely pay attention. She had just experienced the most erotic orgasm and was still reeling.

This was all Derek’s fault – with his stupid erotic training sessions. She hadn’t touched herself in over a year, and now on her second date with this man, she orgasmed. She felt a pang of guilt, but quickly let it go. She had been single for a year, and she needed release.

After the movie finished, Sara and Marcus had about thirty minutes to spare, before Jennifer arrived in the Rolls.

“So, did you enjoy the movie?” Marcus asked.

Sara smiled at him, blushing because of what just happened.

“Yes, I did, very much,” she said.

Marcus smiled. “Come, I want to show you something.”

Sara followed Marcus out of the theatre and through some private entry door. They climbed four or five sets of stairs which led to another door. He jiggled the doorknob slightly, propping it open. Sara knew they were in a restricted area. As the door flew open, she found herself outside with Marcus on the roof of the building.

He coaxed her further onto the roof and leaned her against a wall. He tilted her head upwards, and Sara was able to see the most beautiful display of stars. There weren’t too many places in the city to see such beauty – so this was a treat.

As she stared upwards, Marcus took her hand and held it in his. He turned to face her and as he moved in, he pressed his lips to hers. Sara could feel her insides beginning to heat again. She had longed for this, longed for a man to kiss her, touch her this way, in the way she desired. She also wanted to pull away – to stop acting carelessly like this – but her body wouldn’t let her.

She had wanted Derek to touch her like this, but each time he did, it never lasted long. She couldn’t stop her mind from always wandering back to thoughts of him, but as she opened her eyes and saw Marcus in front of her, she allowed herself to forget.

As their tongues swirled around one another’s mouth, she began to pant. His hands traveled up her shirt and he gently took her breasts in his hands. A moan escaped her. She knew he could sense her longing. He pulled away from her long enough to twist her so her back was facing him. Her front was against the wall now, as she held up both hands to it, to steady herself. He ground his body into hers, from behind.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

She nodded but was too aroused to speak. She didn’t care about the stupid car fire. She didn’t care someone was out to hurt her, someone other than Tom. She simply did not care. Not right now at least. She wanted this so badly, and she was going to let herself have it.

She heard him zipping down his pants. He then grabbed her pants from around her waist and pulled them down to her knees. Sara was dripping wet. He tore off her panties with one tug and threw them to the side. She heard the ripping of foil, which told her he was prepared.

He took one hand and put it between her legs, opening them for him. He caressed her clitoris, and she let out a soft moan. Within seconds he thrust himself inside her. Her ass banged loudly against his thighs. He pummeled himself into her over and over. Sara had never felt such passion, such desire. She never wanted him to stop. As he continued to thrust himself into her, parting her legs farther apart, he brought one hand away from holding her waist and massaged her intimate parts. She could feel her orgasm building, her heart beating fast in her chest.

She let out a loud moan and let it all go. Within seconds, he came, whispering her name on his lips. As he pulled out of her, he turned her around and kissed her longingly.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” he said.