Elisha Sheppard is fairly new at being the Dare’s scheduling assistant. She knows how important it is to stay professional and detail oriented at every moment. So why is Elisha letting herself be distracted by Chapple Palmer who she can guess is nothing but trouble, not to mention a heart-breaker? Why is she finding it so easy to say yes to his every invitation when her brain is screaming no?

After a disastrous sexual encounter with Elisha, Chapple realizes that he’s proved the truth in all the tabloid rumors. Why would Elisha even talk to him? How can he make it up to her? Chapple feels a connection with Elisha he hasn’t felt with a woman in a long time. If she’ll give him another chance, he’ll prove to her that he’s the lover she’s only dreamed of. But can he also trust her with his heart?

“There’s much you owe me. You must pay the consequence of your behavior,” she said in a tone that demanded he follow her lead.

“I’m all yours.” He took one step back and met her eyes. He extended his arms to surrender.

“Good.” She smiled. “Now that we have an understanding, you need to cure my ache. Slowly, this time, the way I like it,” she added after a quick intake of air.

“All right.” His low hearty chuckle told her he was game. Elisha lifted her hands to his rock-hard chest. She slightly dug her claws inward. Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips and she raised her eyes to meet his. She felt his hard swallow beneath her hands.

“Any foul play, Mr. Palmer, will result in penalty. Or worse; suspension and it wouldn’t be for one game. Do you agree to abide by my contract and regulations?”

His lips curved into a sexy smile. “Where do I sign?”

“Right here” She reached for his hand and led his finger to graze along her lips. He moved forward. His lips met hers. She remembered the taste of him. He began with a soft tease against her mouth and then opened them with the tip of his tongue. Once his tongue had entry she moved her hands into that sexy mess of hair and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. Her action created a deep moan. She took that as a signed deal….

…. Chapple kissed a trail down her neck, across her shoulders, breast, and then lower. She felt every hot inch of his heated skin, as he slid his hands and tongue over her. Elisha could barely pull in a shaky breath when he cradled himself between her thighs.

“I’m liking these contract negotiations.” He pressed her legs apart and slid a skilled finger over her wetness. “Especially the way I can sign my signature. I’ve signed many autographs and contracts, but never one I’ve enjoyed this much.” He trailed his wet finger in swooping loops over her thigh as if to sign his name.