Shameless Kiss

I don’t take no for an answer.

Women are the world’s most intoxicating prize, and I always win. Money? Check. Charm? Check. Looks? Double check.

It’s a winning combination, and I never settle. I can’t even remember the last time any woman—in New York, Paris, Rome, it doesn’t matter—looked me in the eye and turned me down.

Until Juliet James.

I swear she eye-f*cked me from across the club, practically begging me to take her home and make her moan my name. So I offered her the world, positive she’d accept.

All she offered me was a view of her mind-blowing curves while she walked away.

I don’t lose, and now I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine.

Nothing is ever really free—especially not from Weston Grant.

Just because he’s the sexiest man in New York City, with a body like cut marble underneath a perfectly fitted suit, he thinks I’ll say yes to anything.

He’s not exactly wrong. When he approaches me at work with a proposition, Lord knows I want to say yes to that smoldering gaze and that cocky smirk. But I’ve got rules, and I’m not going to break them for some fling.

I don’t take free money—not from Weston, and not from anyone. Not even when he offers to take me to his penthouse and make me come so hard I forget my own name.

No matter how much I want to…