There isn’t a situation that can’t be fixed by a coat of chocolate body paint or a liberal smear of Champagne Lick, right? Wrong!
Ever since her father was murdered by a gang of youths, Sienna Lloyd has named herself Potterford’s protector—her sexy lingerie shop is a place where the town’s women can visit and feel safe. But when that shop is in danger of closing, Sienna needs a solution that will keep her in Potterford, where she can always look out for her mother, friends, and clients.
The answer? Move the shop to her home at 16 Marsden Place. The problem? Her new neighbor, the delicious but seriously uptight Jack Beaton. Oh, and his four-year-old twin girls.
Jack has just moved to the tiny town of Potterford in a bid to start over. To build a new life that keeps his children safe from their violent and sex-crazed mother. So when he discovers his neighbor intends to open a sex shop right next door, Jack will do anything to ensure it doesn’t happen…including fighting every ounce of his attraction to the shop’s owner and his innate need to trust again.
Sienna hauled her box of inventory from the back of her car and strode up the driveway to her front door. Entering the house, she kicked her leg out to shut the door when it hit something solid. She turned and promptly dropped the box onto the hallway floor, causing “display” vibrators of varying sizes and colors to roll every which way across the floorboards—a multi-colored river of female satisfaction.
“Jack! What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m coming in to talk to you, that’s what.” He strode over the threshold and slammed the door.
Sienna stepped back even as irritation shot through her. Who the hell did he think he was coming into her house uninvited?
She raised her chin and gestured toward the floor. “Now look what you’ve done.”
“You’re having a party. A party, for crying out loud.”
Ah. “And? Does that give you the right to storm into my house like the Incredible Hulk? What’s next? A bit of shirt-shredding?” Actually, she wouldn’t have minded that…
He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut as he glowered at the glorious obstacles at their feet. “God, it never ends, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t. So why don’t you help me pick these up before you end up slipping on one and taking me to court for breaking your back on top of everything else.”
He sneered with evident distaste. “I don’t think so.”
“Grow up, Jack. You’re being ridiculous.”
Their glares locked. He might have looked as though he should be lying on his back in her bed while she rode him like a bucking bronco, but, God, the guy lacked a sense of humor.
“Well?” she demanded.
“You really don’t care, do you?”
“Insult me if it makes you feel better, but if you can say that, it means you haven’t learned a damn thing about me since we met. Now, are we going to stand here all day or go into the kitchen and have a civilized conversation? I assume you want this straightened out before it’s time for you to pick up the girls from school? Isn’t that why you’re battering your way into my house at eleven o’clock in the morning?”
“Where were you last night?” His gaze searched her face and hair.
Ignoring the flush of heat that tingled over her skin from such a blatant appraisal, Sienna lifted her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”
“I waited for you.”
“I must have looked out my living room window forty times waiting to see your car in the driveway. Where were you?”
She huffed out a laugh and bent down. “None of your business.” She reached for the nearest vibrator.
“I needed to talk to you.”
She snatched up an electric-blue intermediate dildo and straightened, pointing it in his face and stabbing out each word. “Like. I. Said. None. Of. Your. Business.”
He stepped back, and a smile pulled at her lips. Scared of a dildo. What next? Crying over spilt vaginal lube?
“Help me pick these up and then we’ll talk.” She cocked her head. “Please.”
Her smile expanded. “Thanks.”
Scowling, he raised his hands in surrender and bent down to help her.
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