Title: Accidental Sex Goddess
Author: Lexi Ryan
Published: January 2013
Blurb:
From
the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of Unbreak Me
FAKING
IT NEVER FELT SO GOOD...
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director Reese Regan isn’t a sex goddess and doesn’t want to be.
But when she's offered a job with Sex Goddess, Inc., she must
complete the company's wildly popular Sex Goddess 101 program. Trying
only to avoid the unemployment line, not to become Chicago’s next
seductress, she never expected the infamous “steps” might work.
Reese’s
sexy, off-limits best friend Ben Hawk helps her “fake” her way
through lingerie shopping, phone sex, and seduction lessons. The
passion that flares between them might be hotter than their
friendship can withstand. And the idea that he only wants the “new”
her? That's definitely more than her heart can stand.
Will
faking something so important cost her a chance at something real?
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“Good morning!” a
sing-songy voice called from Ben’s front door.
Ben stood in the middle of
his kitchen, sipping coffee and attempting to unglue his eyelids.
Reese strode into the
room, her presence kicking his brain into gear better than a whole
pot of coffee.
She wore a white tank,
yoga pants that clung to the curve of her ass, and a smile way too
sunny for a Monday morning.
Not for the first time,
Ben imagined she wasn’t joining him fresh from her car but that she
was joining him from his bed. She wouldn’t be wearing workout
clothes but maybe one of his old t-shirts. She’d pad toward him in
bare feet, cotton brushing the tops of her thighs, and she’d wrap
her arms around his neck with the smile of a recently satisfied
woman. He would slide his hands under her shirt and cup an ass cheek
in each hand as he put his mouth on hers. Then they’d get a whole
different kind of workout.
A dangerous fantasy. In
the real world, Reese smacked a kiss to his cheek like she was
greeting her little brother. To add insult to injury, she stole his
mug out of his hands and took a gulp of his coffee. The soft moan of
pleasure that escaped her lips played all too well into the images
flashing through his mind. So did the way she closed her eyes and
tilted her head back, pleasure running across her face.
Jesus.
Ben tried to get a handle on himself, but, hell, he was only human,
and Reese enjoyed a sip of coffee in a way that made a man think of
slow, sweaty, thorough
sex.
How was he supposed to
avoid imagining the expression on her face as he teased her breasts?
What sounds would she make when he ran his tongue across a hardened
nipple? And when he ran his mouth down her stomach and tasted her
between her legs, what sounds would she make then? Would she quietly
open her legs for him? Or would she cry out in pleasure, tug on his
hair?
She cocked her head,
studying him but not seeing him. Reese saw a friend when she looked
at him, not a man. And maybe for a while he’d only seen a friend
when he’d looked at her. That was all he’d let himself see. But
at some point he’d let his guard down, and now when he looked at
Reese he didn’t just see.
He wanted.
“Have a lot on your mind
this morning?” she asked.
He nodded slowly, let his
fingers brush over hers as he took his mug back. “You could say
that.” He slugged back the rest of his coffee and headed toward the
basement without preamble. Reese followed, humming softly under her
breath, a sound low enough to slingshot his mind straight back to his
fantasy, to the idea of her body under his hands. His mouth.
“Hey, grumpy,” she
said when they reached the bottom of the stairs. She tugged on his
shoulder until he turned to face her. “Anything I can do to improve
your mood this morning?”
“I can think of a few
things.” He couldn’t help himself. He let his gaze travel slowly
down her body, lingering at her curves. His gaze traveled so slowly
back to her face, he had enough time to picture every inch of her
bare, exposed, ready for him. It was an image that was half fantasy
and half memory.
When he returned his eyes
to her face, a deep red blush stained her cheeks. “Ben!” She
landed a soft punch to his solar plexus.
Ben lifted a shoulder in a
half shrug. “You asked.”
“When was the last time
you got laid?”
He knew down to the day,
but he wasn’t about to share the truth with Reese—not when the
date was just as significant in her life. “A few months.”
“Well, you need to do
something about that.”
“You volunteering?”
Bio:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author Lexi Ryan’s novels have been described as intense, emotional, and wickedly sexy. A former college professor, she now writes full-time from her home in Indiana, where she lives with her husband, two children, and a neurotic dog. Find her on Facebook or Twitter to chat about books, TV, and her children’s latest antics.
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