Sin’s Temptation by Evie Harrison
Erotic Intentions #1
Inventor of one of the world’s best-selling sex toys and owner of a popular chain of erotic shops, Jordan Sinclair has it all. Time and time again he’s lived up to the nickname the press calls him, Mr. Sin. This confirmed bachelor has no intention of ever settling down.
That all changes during a visit to one of his Erotic Bent sex stores when he spots eighteen-year-old Natalie Farrar in aisle six. The dark haired beauty has him ensnared in the blink of an eye. The attraction between them is palpable and within minutes Jordan knows there’s nothing he won’t do to claim and keep her by his side forever.
Sin’s Temptation is Book One in the Erotic Intentions series. Each story will be a standalone full of page-melting heat courtesy of alpha men claiming their women. No cheating. No lying. No deceit. Just true love and an abundance of steam
I saw a man at the other end of the aisle eying her appreciatively. I hated the way he was eyeing her up like he was imagining doing X-rated things with her.
My response was swift. Over my dead fucking body would he ever lay one finger on her. With an urgency that startled me, I stepped forward and touched her arm.
When she looked up and our eyes connected, I lost everything.
Her beautiful blue eyes had me completely enthralled, and the world around me felt like it tipped over. The shift was thunderous. I wanted her so badly I’d have fucked her right here in aisle six if she’d said it was okay. Of course, I’d only have done so after I got rid of anyone else who might have seen her. In that instant, I knew she belonged to me.
I also knew I’d drag any motherfucker who tried to touch what was mine straight down to hell.
The color on her cheeks and the sweet way she licked her lips made my dick twitch in my pants. I ached to kiss her, to taste her sweet lips and explore her mouth. I growled low in my throat when I glanced over her shoulder and saw two more men looking at her.
Anxious to get her away from their leering, I took the suction-cup dick from her hand and tossed it down on the shelf.
“You won’t be needing that,” I rasped. “Come with me.”
“Okay,” she said breathlessly, a dreamy smile on her lips as she looked up at me. It seemed like she was as enchanted by me as I was by her.
She inched closer to me before she abruptly stopped and shook her head as if to clear it.
“Wait! I don’t—” she swallowed as her eyes darted around the store anxiously. “Who are you?”
Realizing I’d scared her, I raised my free hand and gestured reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. My name is Jordan Sinclair, and I own this store,” I explained. “I want to take you back to the office area because we need to talk.”
Just to talk, I reminded my cock. The fucker thought she was true north, and he was more than ready to go home.
Her brows rose in surprise. “As in Jordan Sinclair the owner of this chain of stores?” she asked.
My name on her lips was heaven. I didn’t know how I felt about the fact that she had clearly heard of me, though. It bothered me that she knew I owned porn stores.
“Yeah,” I admitted gruffly. “That’s me.”
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