Ramagos, Tonya - Strictly Accountable [Stud Service 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page A

opening. Pretty didn’t come close to describing Sabrina, but Brody didn’t bother to correct his sister. He knew exactly where she thought to go with that comment and reckoned he better nip it in the bud fast. “I asked her out here to advise us on the situation, not for a date.”
    “Awe, come on, Brody. Expel a little charm. You know that’s all it takes to have women drooling on you.”
    Brody opened his mouth to retort but closed it again when the doorbell chimed. At the same moment, he heard his niece let out a loud, juicy burp and felt the wetness on his shoulder. Tongue in cheek, he carefully shifted the baby in his arm and passed her off to his sister before assessing the damage to his shirt.
    “That’s not drool,” he said dryly.
    Gabrielle did a horrible job at stifling her laughter. “She’s not a woman yet, either.”
    Brody gathered his shirt in his hands, careful not to spread the yuck, and pulled the shirt over his head as he went to answer the front door.

    * * * *

    Sabrina took a step back, folded her hands in front of her, unfolded her hands, straightened her knee-length pencil skirt, tugged the hem of her fuchsia blouse, and puffed out an irritated breath.
    “Stop fidgeting, for pity’s sake.”
    She squared her shoulders and rang the bell again. She heard the sharp beat of boot soles on hard floor a nanosecond before the front door of the Holt ranch house swung open, and her IQ plummeted to single digits. Brody stood before her in his duct-taped boots, worn Wranglers, and not a stitch else.
    “Christ on a pogo stick.” One sexy brow arched over eyes glinting with amusement, and she realized she inadvertently said that out loud.
    “Well, now, I reckon the Almighty could use some form of recreation now and then.” Brody leaned forward slightly and cast a pointed look toward the cloudless morning sky. “I never thought about him having pogo sticks up there, though.”
    “Do you always walk around the house without a shirt?” And please, if you do, be sure to invite me over more often . The man’s body gave new meaning to sculpted perfection. Corded muscles, fine ridges, and etched lines accented by flesh that spent a lot of time in the sun made her head feel a bit woozy.
    “Will it bother you if I do?” His deep baritone drawl hinted with the amusement she saw dancing in his eyes.
    Nope, I’m a multitasker. A little imagination, a few calculations, and surely I can figure out how to do taxes and have an orgasm at the same time .
    Professional. She could do this. She could ignore the electric desire sparking in her head, sizzling through her body in a mad rush to be pleasured, and focus on her job. Couldn’t she?
    “We’re supposed to have a business meeting this morning, Mr. Holt.”
    “Now, darlin’, what am I going to have to do to get the right name rolling from your lips?”
    Oh, no way, no how am I going to respond to that .
    “I told you to call me Brody.”
    “Brody.” Must the man’s name feel as good on her tongue as she imagined how all that tempting, tanned flesh would taste? Her mouth watered, forcing the need to swallow before she could speak again. “Could you please put on a shirt so we can get started with this meeting? I have another engagement today.”
    Mentally, she pulled out her datebook and scribbled an entry to spend time with George and a bottle of wine tonight. She lovingly thought of her green vibrator as George of the Jungle because on the right setting it could be a real wild king. Last night’s date with George had nothing on the impending fun this vision would bring on later.
    “Sure thing.” He glanced at the balled-up material in his fist and grimaced. “After I go upstairs and fetch a clean one. Come inside.”
    He moved a half step to his right, and Sabrina stepped through the doorway. She tried not to absorb the heat of his torso when her arm grazed over it as she passed him. She tried to ignore the embers of white-hot need that rained