SaturdayTeaser #FREE Read (Cont) In The Public Eye by @SamaraKing #Smexy #Romance

Today brings you the fourth installment of my FREE read, In the Public Eye. Over the course of the next several weeks, I will be sharing pages of this sexy read!

Ria Phillips Fox married the Chicago’s Richest Bachelor, Garrison Fox believing that he was the man of her dreams. Soon she resents feeling like nothing more than arm candy.

Garrison Fox isn’t a man who deals well with being left in his bed alone and he has no intention of staying in the predicament Ria’s left him in. Even if it means playing dirty. After all, there’s more way than to catch a fox.

In The Public Eye

A Crave Short Read


To those who believe in second chances at love.

Chicago, IL.
Samara King
Copyright © 2016 by Samara King.

Chapter Two
Ria sighed as his lips covered hers in a bone-melting kiss. He didn’t give her a second to recover from the flood of emotion. His tongue swept into her mouth, melded against hers and caused a surge of heat to invade places she’d promised never to give over to a man again. His hands fondled her hips, molding her soft flesh against his hard muscles.
Since when do you give in this easy? She broke away from him, placing a hand over her mouth. “Garrison, I won’t do this.”
“You can’t deny what you feel. What we both feel.” He sighed. “It was one kiss, Ria. You are my wife.”
“Look, I didn’t want to do this here. Now, but –”
“Do what?”
“I think it’s best we dissolve our marriage as soon as possible.” The words didn’t bring the relief she’d thought they would. The weight on her shoulders felt like she’d been slam-dunked to the ground.
“You think that’s the best solution? Do you want me to pretend that we didn’t mean anything to each other? To walk away like I’ve never known you or tasted those sweet lips or felt you come?”
Ria forced herself to look him in the eye. She couldn’t back down. She knew a train wreck when she saw one. “Yes,” she said quietly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pushed his arms away, distancing herself. “Let’s just try to stay out of each other’s way. I don’t want to make things any more difficult than they already are between us.”
She walked out of the room before he could see the tears spill down her cheeks.
It hadn’t been about the show, or seeking a job at Core that had led her to doing Soul Mates. Something within her was amiss, and it had to do with the devil of a man she’d left standing in the conference room. She’d been attracted to Garrison Fox since the moment she saw his photo.
“Well, it’s about time,” her assistant Carlyn Garrett announced, placing her hands on her shapely hips. “I’ve been waiting for what surely feels like a century.” She grinned, her Southern accent accentuating every word with charm.
Ria walked into her office, wiping moisture from her eyes. She grimaced. “Not now, Car.” Of course, to Carlyn that meant now was the perfect time. She sat down in a chair facing Ria’s small, cluttered desk.
“Trying to skimp on the details. Hmm?” She tapped her manicured fingers on her chin. Her gray eyes gleamed with mischief. “Don’t you know the whole office is buzzing about your hubby taking over the magazine?”
Ria sighed. “I’m sure they are. You be sure to tell them no one is more surprised than I am.”
Carlyn leaned in, concern on her pretty face. “Oh sweetie! Are you okay?”
Ria flopped down in her chair, staring up at the ceiling. “Not if you count feeling like I’ve been struck by a Mack truck, no.”
“That bad, huh?”
She looked into her friend’s eyes. “That’s not even the half of it.”
* * * * *
Ria pulled her tired eyes from the computer screen and slid off her reading glasses. She hadn’t been able to think straight since talking to Garrison. Her pulse accelerated at just the mention of his name, and now she’d have to work with him every day for the next week?
How in the hell is that supposed to work?
She stood up from her paper-strewn desk, stretching her aching back muscles, and moaned when she felt the tightness in her shoulders. Her body always took the brunt of her stress, and right now, she could really go for a massage.
Or Garrison’s hands. Lips. Lord, that mouth could do some of the most decadent things. Ria shook her head, forbidding her mind to stroll down memory lane. She didn’t need the grief that thinking of “what could have been” would surely bring. She wanted to get on with her life without the spotlight she’d endured after their courtship on Soul Mates.
Ria stretched her arms over her head, not caring that her chemise dress rose, displaying lots of leg. She stared out at the busy nightlife of Manhattan, wondering how her life had become so complicated. The knock brought her out of her musings, and she turned around to face the door, causing her dress to inch farther up her thighs.
“A penny for your thoughts.” Garrison smiled, flashing those dimples she loved. His eyes were eating her alive as if he were stalking his prey. “Or a hundred bucks for the way you do justice to that dress.”
Ria shook her head at the sexy rumble of his voice and the effect he caused within her. She refused to acknowledge that she was blushing. Blushing? This was Garrison—her husband, and in spite of herself, he held that magic card that made her body come alive with just one heated look.
“I doubt what’s on my mind would interest you.”
“Try me.”
Heaven help her. She wanted to try every inch of his brown skin, feel his dick embedded deeply within her body as they made love.
Her gaze traveled over the sensual picture Garrison made as he leaned against the desk. Why does everything he says sound wickedly sexual?
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what was on my mind.” Ria went to her desk and sat down in her chair. She was thankful for the barrier between them. “Why are you here so late?”
Garrison looked away from her and glanced around her office. “Why are you?” His gait was easy as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and closed the distance between them.
“This is a normal routine for me.” Ria swore to herself as every step that brought him closer chipped away at her resolve. “I had some work that required my attention. What’s your reason?”
His gaze bored into hers as he stopped at her desk. “I think you know.”
“Again with the games?” She sighed. “I really don’t think I want to hear this.”
He grinned, and a sexy dimple appeared on his left cheek. “Oh, but I think you do. I think you’d like for me to whisper in your ear the naughty things I’m going to do to you.”
Ria cleared her throat. “Don’t be too sure of yourself, Garrison.”
He leaned a hip against her desk. “I like your office. I plan to fuck you in every inch of it.”
She tried to look unfazed. “Didn’t you just hear what I said?”
“Yes, but I don’t think you understand what’s at risk here.”
Ria rolled her eyes. “The only thing that’s at stake is your massive ego.”
“You say the sweetest things, wife.” He sighed. “I’m willing to give it up.”
“Give what up?” She swiveled her fingers at him. “And that’s soon to be ex-wife.”
Garrison shook his hand as if shaking off her words. “So you keep telling me. I’m giving up the money, the spotlight—everything.”
Ria’s thin eyebrows rose. “Everything? What are you suggesting, Garrison?”

“I’m out to win your heart without the attachment of my money. I’ll be the average Joe for the next seven days.”

 Tune in next week, there will be more to come! ~ Samara 

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