In their efforts to start a family, talented DC photographer Natasha Taylor and her professor husband have plunged headfirst into the stressful world of fertility treatments, scheduled sex, and IVF-induced debt. When an opportunity arises to sell a gallery left to Natasha by her late mother, Natasha hopes the sale could dig the couple out of financial ruin, give them one last shot at a baby, and save their crumbling marriage.
But when her husband walks out on her and doesn't show up to her most important exhibit, an intense encounter with the alluring Nicholas Reyes—a once-famous photographer turned investor—leaves Natasha questioning everything she believed she wanted for her life.
Nicholas offers to buy the gallery...on one condition: Natasha must join him for a decadent weekend in Los Angeles, where he will give her the career opportunity of a lifetime and one unforgettable Hollywood night.
How harmless could one night be?
As it turns out, one night with the disarming Nicholas Reyes has the power to unravel Natasha's tightly-wound world and awaken her in ways she never could have imagined.
Our drinks arrive, and I take mine with haste, sucking down the minty fresh alcohol, hoping it will soothe the butterflies that are suddenly wreaking havoc in my stomach, making me feel all light-headed and dizzy—a thirty-two-year-old teenager in heat.
After Nicholas slides his empty glass down the bar, he takes my hand and nods toward the dance floor where couples are draped all over each other, laughing and grooving underneath the dim lights in this steamy club.
“Dance with me, Natasha.” The intensity in his voice means there is only one answer to that question.
I let Nicholas guide me out to the center of the floor, vaguely recalling all of the tiring arguments I’ve had with Ethan in recent years, begging him to put off his work for just one night so we could do something fun. All the times I suggested that we take a weekend off from our insanely busy lives, from infertility, from writing and researching and photo shoots, to go somewhere exciting together. To remember who we were as a couple, why we’d fallen for each other all those years ago.
But the nights out, the weekends away—they never did happen. Ethan just wouldn’t carve out the time, make the commitment. It was never important enough to him. Everything else came first.
And now, here I am in the middle of a booming Los Angeles dance floor, finding the excitement and romance I’ve been craving for so long with a man I’ve only met a handful of times, a man who cannot keep his eyes or his hands off me.
And I must admit—it feels incredible.
So incredible, in fact, that any hints of guilt I may have been harboring over my decision to say yes to Nicholas’ proposal have been abandoned at the door of this club.
A sultry piano and sax tune moves over the dance floor, prompting Nicholas to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me snugly into his chest. Our hips find each other instantly, a perfect fit as they sway in time to the music, grinding together in urgent, passionate waves. He presses his cheek to mine, the heat of his breath running down my neck and over my breasts, making my core throb with desire.
Song after song, we dance like this—our bodies intertwined, not able to get enough. And with each new song, I feel myself unraveling even further in his arms, marveling at the way his body moves so naturally with mine, at how comfortable I feel letting loose in front of him.
As the beat slows down, Nicholas threads his fingers through my long hair and dips me back, running his hungry lips down my neck. When we resurface, I am flushed, hot, and ready.
His mouth finds my ear. “I want nothing more than to ravage you right now.”
I don’t wait for him to say more. Instead, the inner seductress I didn’t know I had gives him a suggestive grin, takes his hand, and leads him out of the club.
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