by RC Boldt
Foster Kavanaugh, former Navy SEAL, knows what it’s like to be the top dog, the man in charge, the one calling the shots. Now that he’s running his own security consulting firm, not much has changed.
Except the curvy blonde he hired as his office manager.
Noelle Davis has been through the damn ringer. Swearing off men after escaping a toxic relationship, she’s grateful for a fresh start—new job included. Of course, her job isn’t tranquil and calm. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Because her boss is the most infuriating man on the planet.
And, not to mention, sexy as hell.
Foster has limits. Rules. No attachments allowed because he doesn’t do love—and Noelle Davis foiled that plan and took a red pen to his list of rules. With her smart mouth and quick witted banter, he found the woman beginning to creep past his defenses.
When circumstances put Noelle in a perilous position, the first person to come to her rescue is none other than Foster Kavanaugh. She gets to see the man in action—not as her aggravating boss, but the man who will stop at nothing to ensure her safety.
The same man who makes her want to reconsider her self-imposed embargo of men.
The man she wants to get to know now that she’s seen another side of him.
The man who makes her want…more.
But is more possible when you're out of love?
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): Navy SEAL, Workplace, Military, Humor, Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 6, 2016
Publisher: EverAfter Romance
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Noelle grabs my hand and makes a beeline for what appears to be a ridiculously long line for a damn piece of fried dough.
“You’re on your own with that one, Davis.” No way am I eating that garbage.
We’re in line, people already behind us—thank God the line appears to be moving faster than I expected—and she stares at me like I’m crazy. “Sometimes you have to live a little, dude.”
“Listen, dude,” I lean in closer to her, bringing her free hand to lay the palm over my firm chest, “these babies were hard earned. And it wasn’t from eating fried dough.”
She lets out a disappointed sigh. “I get it, I do.” Bringing up her index finger, she wags it at me with a stern look. “But one bite of funnel cake won’t kill you, you know.”
“We’ll see.” Meaning, no, we won’t see. Because I’ve got willpower for days. My body is my temple, and I take care of it to the best of my ability. Hell, my mother’s cooking alone causes me to add more to my workouts in order to burn it off.
What did I say about willpower, again? Because the moment Noelle finally manages to get her beloved funnel cake, which is liberally dusted with powdered sugar and takes a small bite, the powdered sugar clinging to her lips, is when my willpower begins to weaken. It isn’t until her tongue darts out to collect the remaining sugar my willpower disintegrates.
Fucking. Disintegrates.
I would give anything to be alone with her right now instead of surrounded by thousands of people, to be able to pull her close and use my own tongue to lick that sugar from her lips.
Shit. Time to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. As soon as I’ve done so, I find Noelle watching me curiously.
“Will you please try a little piece? For me?” Her fingers tug off a small piece of funnel cake and hold it up in offering.
Amused, I eye her, one brow raised. “You’re going to feed me?”
With a huff, she rolls those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. “Just open your damn mouth already.”
I acquiesce, and she pops the funnel cake in my mouth, but I grasp her wrist before she can remove her fingers. Wrapping my lips around them, I suck off the powdered sugar clinging to them, watching as her lips part, eyes widening.
“Well, hell. I need a damn cigarette after watching that play out, darlin’.”
Noelle tugs her fingers from my lips in alarm, both of us turning to see Kane standing a few feet away, eyes sparkling with amusement. I’m relieved Doc’s beside him, especially since he’s the one I worry about the most as he’s more closed off than the others. And that’s saying a lot coming from me, I know. But I still worry about him. Being a SEAL sniper isn’t a job for the tenderhearted.
Doc pretends to pat all of his pockets as if he’s searching for cigarettes, when we all know he wouldn’t touch a cigarette to save his life, before turning to Kane. “Damn, I’m fresh out.”
“Huh.” Kane appears slightly dejected before suddenly brightening as if he’s thought of a solution. “I can just have Noelle feed me some funnel cake then.” He leans forward and parts his lips. Noelle gives a little laugh, but just as she raises her hand to feed him a piece, I snag her wrist, guiding her fingers into my mouth while I stare—hard—at Kane.
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