Title: Compromising Her Position
Author: Samanthe Beck
Series: None
A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
He's not who she expected, but he's exactly the man she needs…
When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom--and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas--who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes.
So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.
Rafe needs to close three acquisitions to prove to his father he's ready to take the helm of St. Sebastian Enterprises. A hot interlude in a supply closet after deal number two seems like the perfect illicit Christmas bonus. Unfortunately, when that "bonus" becomes the key to the final deal, he finds himself back in bed--so to speak--with Chelsea, and after their steamy tryst, he's not interested in keeping things professional…
Review
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
It all starts with a horrible accident! Wait what?! A horrible mix up!
Chelsea is at the Christmas party of the company she works for. She is having a great time and she’s even more excited when Santa comes in. She knows it’s her boyfriend since she’s the one who bought the costume for him and after the super busy month they have had, worried for their project, Chelsea decides to give him a present, herself. So she takes Santa into the closet and has her wicked way with him.
Rafe can’t believe what’s happening but he’s not about to say no to the gorgeous woman who can’t keep her hands off him. It’s not until later when they both realize the mistake they’ve made. Rafe thought the woman knew who he was but apparently she thought he was her boyfriend. Chelsea knows she will have to reveal the truth to her boyfriend but when she’s about to do so, he breaks up with her. Turns out he hasn’t been that honest with her. He has been sleeping with a colleague who is now pregnant and their planning to get married.
Chelsea is shocked. She decides to quit, which she does the very next day and start anew somewhere else. Rafe can’t really forget the woman who made him feel more alive than he’s ever lived. When he finds out she has resigned, he’s determined to find her and bring her back.
I really liked compromising her position. It was a realistic read with realistic characters. I know that a lot of people have a problem with how Rafe and Chelsea meet but keep in mind that no one is forcing anyone. Beyond that the book was a great, honest and realistic romance that doesn’t happen only in books and I really liked that.
Chelsea was really worried about her career but it turned out great for her. When she leaves she doesn’t look back but she really can’t forget Rafe. It’s obvious they want each other and when Rafe finds her their chemistry is electric!
Rafe was young but he was a successful businessman, a millionaire actually, and Chelsea was a woman who just didn’t care about his fame or money. He admires her aloof behavior towards his status but he mostly admires her skills and how devoted she is to her work and he wants her.
Compromising her position was really great. This is the first book I read by Samanthe Beck and I loved her writing. Everything seemed to flow so well; the way they meet, how they come across each other again and how their relationship develops.
This book was amazing and I really recommend it! I hope we get to see Laurie’s story, Chelsea’s best friend.
*ARC provided via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review*
Excerpt
“There is nothing personal between us.”
“I beg to differ. In fact, I’m fairly certain I know your deepest, darkest secret.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
He brought his mouth to her ear. “You knew I wasn’t Paul.”
“No.” The denial, though immediate, sounded slightly breathless, slightly desperate.
She had to have at least suspected, at some point. He refused to believe otherwise. “Not at first. But when I had you clinging to the tables, trembling so hard you could barely stand? You knew.”
“You-you’re delusional. If I’d realized you weren’t Paul, don’t you think I would have stopped you?”
“No. By the time you realized, you didn’t care.” The crowd around them erupted into a countdown.
Ten... He cupped her jaw in one hand...
Nine... and slid the other down her back. Then lower. Eight... “You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong”—he let his fingers do the honor now—“all the way down until I could taste your sweet, throbbing little—”
“I thought you were Paul!” Her wide eyes darted to his, pupils huge.
Five... “Remember how you used your body to beg for more? There’s no f-ing way you’ve ever begged like that for Paul Barrington. No f-ing way. I could have you begging again.”
Her breathing came in quick, shallow pants. The hands she’d rested lightly on his shoulders tightened, bunching his jacket in a white-knuckled grip. She shook her head. “Not going to happen.”
Three... He was risking getting his face slapped in the middle of a dance floor on New Year’s Eve, but he didn’t care. For some inexcusable reason, he needed to know she wanted him, not Barrington.
Two... He spread his palm over the perfect curve of her ass and hauled her against him, so she’d feel just how well he remembered every damn detail of their last meeting.
One...
“It’s not?” he challenged, and then crushed her lips under his.
Cheers of “Happy New Year” echoed around them over the strains of “Auld Lang Syne.” A flotilla of black and silver balloons sailed down from the ceiling. Guests laughed, and sang, and jostled them while he kissed her. Sparkly, star- shaped confetti rained over everyone and everything, and he kept right on kissing her. Her arms twined around his neck. Her lips parted. She flattened one hand against the back of his head and held on. When he bent her over his arm and swept his tongue into her soft, yielding mouth, she wrapped her leg around his hip. The heat of her body practically seared his thigh through his tuxedo pants.
He trapped her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. There went his no biting promise, but her shuddery moan told him she didn’t mind.
The song ended. The house lights came up a few notches. He slowly drew her upright, and even more slowly relinquished her mouth. She stared up at him, dazed, her lips plumped from their kiss.
“You’re a terrible liar, Miss Wayne.”
Giving her a grin he hoped didn’t reveal how much the move cost him, he walked away.
Giveaway
Wine lover, sleep fanatic, and USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy contemporary romance novels, Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California, with her long-suffering but extremely adorable husband and their turbo-son, Hud. Throw in a furry ninja named Kitty and Bebe the trash talking Chihuahua and you get the whole, chaotic picture. When not clinging to sanity by her fingernails or dreaming up fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy ways to get her characters to happily-ever-afters, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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Thanks for letting me compromise you, Sofia!
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