Joey Turner is everything Emma Faune is against. He’s brash, arrogant, has slept with hundreds of women, and plays drums in a loud obnoxious rock band.
Men are too much trouble when you are trying to make it as an artist. Still, she’s not going to knock back the job doing the artwork on the new album cover. It could skyrocket her career.
But being around him, having his rough hands glide against her soft skin, his lips whispering filthy things in her ear. It’s taking all her self control not to let him take her to the edge and back and quell the fire burning through her that needs to be tamed.
With her tight blonde ponytail and sensible skirt that skims over her smoking hot ass, Emma Faune looks nothing like the women that usually throw themselves at Joey Turner.
Yet there is something mysterious and intriguing about her. The way she bites her lip when he’s close, then snaps when he says anything suggestive. If anyone needs to get laid and loosen up it’s her. That’s a challenge Joey is eager to take on. He’s already imagining how she’ll scream his name when he brings her to that crest of pleasure he know she craves.
She’s his. She just doesn’t know it yet.