About the Book
Series: Imperfect Love Kindle Worlds , 1
Author: Kim Karr
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: June 6, 2017
I was rich, single, and connected, which meant a steady diet of beautiful women wherever I went.
I really did think I had the perfect life.
Until I went and married a supermodel I’d just met, and everything changed.
Of course there were choices. But the word annulment meant giving her up, and I never give up anything. Still, I was a bachelor at heart, and having a wife, well, I didn’t really know what to do with that.
After only forty-eight hours of marriage, I had already gone and screwed everything up.
Now I have thirty days to prove to my new wife that I’m husband material. There’s only one problem—I don’t even know what husband material means. However, I’m certain that won’t stop me from excelling at it.
My wife tells me it isn’t going to be easy. That I have numerous issues to overcome.
First, there’s my jealousy. It needs to be tamed. Did I flip over the fact that her latest picture was causing men around the world to do dirty things all over the covers she graced? Hell, yes. I couldn’t help myself though. When her photo went viral, my caveman instincts kicked in, and I demanded she quit her job and stay home—barefoot and pregnant in my kitchen. I can work on that, right?
Then there’s my mother. I need to convince her that my new wife is not the money hungry floozy she called her. Did my mother actually call her that? Yes. I can’t help it that my mother wants me to get rid of my new wife. The problem is what my mother wants, she always gets one way or another. Still, turning my mother’s opinion around can’t be that hard, can it?
There are many other issues, but according to my new wife, those are minor compared to the biggest one—she says I will never be able to accept being tied down.
Don’t worry—I got this one. I intend to prove to her in no uncertain terms that being tied up, down, or horizontal is just what this Upper East Sider needs.
I was making a hell of a lot of assumptions.
The most important that the dude she was with wasn’t her boyfriend. Poaching another guy’s girl wasn’t something I was into.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t.
Not that it mattered, she was nowhere in sight.
Just as I was about to give up on ever seeing her again, I spotted her.
I’d been looking for her since she walked through the club door, and that was hours ago.
None of that mattered now though because she was looking right back at me, and this time I wasn’t letting her out of my sight.
Adrenaline raced through my veins. I had to meet her. Know her. And yes, fuck her.
She was close.
She’d sat in a booth across from me, right on the end. We weren’t even ten feet from each other, yet it felt way too far away.
My cheeks grew wide all on their own volition. Fuck, I was smiling like a smitten schoolboy.
Calm the fuck down, I told myself.
She’s just a lay.
But then she smiled back at me with an upward tilt of her luscious lips that not only told me she’d noticed me, but that she liked what she saw, too, and all bets were off.
My body acted on its own. My dick, too.
I had to have her, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to get her.
As soon as I thought the words, any semblance of control I’d had went out the window and my cock went stone hard.
Images of her and me, naked, slick with sweat, and rolling around in the sheets flashed through my mind. I couldn’t stop them.
“James, are you listening to me?” A voice prickled through the air.
Not wanting to be distracted, I nodded and kept my eyes on the gorgeous woman across from me. The woman who was now standing up, taking another guy’s hand, and heading toward the dance floor. The same guy she’d walked in with.
What the fuck? Where had he come from? He wasn’t there a minute ago.
I practically drooled when she walked past me and I caught an up-close glimpse of what she was wearing—a knee-length tighter-than-hell black skirt and some kind of matching slinky top that showed off her taut stomach and beautiful tits.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She might have been walking with another guy, but her gaze never left me. It was like there was an electric current traveling between us and I knew what I had to do—claim her.
Make her mine for the night.
Standing, I didn’t bother to tell anyone I was with what I was doing. I didn’t want to waste time. I headed toward the dance floor. I have to say, in all the years I’d been coming to his club, I’d never stepped foot on it. Dancing wasn’t my thing.
Tonight, though, anything she was doing would be my thing.
The throng of people seemed to eat her up and I lost her in the sea of bump and grind. The DJ had put on a seductive mix of current songs, clips and pieces that when spliced together sounded really dirty. And it seemed everyone loved it that way. The crowd surged around me, bouncing, wiggling, moving to the beat. Individuals. Couples. Triples. They all moved. Clusters joined together and broke apart in unison. The entire club had gone feral. They weren’t dancing—they were fucking with their clothes on.
I was game for that.
Instinct jabbed at my gut and I kept moving toward the center. The closer I got, the more people there were. Heat and sweat and laughter surrounded me. Women moved in front of me, pressing their bodies close to mine, trying to get me to move to their beat. So very much unlike me, I ignored them all. Not even a smile formed on my face nor did a short flirtation escape my throat. I had to find her.
My blood surged through my veins when I spotted that mess of red hair bouncing. That body moving. Those hips rocking. As if she could sense my stare, she looked my way.
Damn, she was beautiful.
I was hit with full-on attraction.
Step by step, I made my way toward her. The dude that had led her to the pits of hell was in his own world, as if he just liked to move. There was a decent distance between the two of them so whatever they were, it was far from intimate, or I told myself that was the case anyway.
Normally, I wouldn’t be such an ass, or maybe I would—who the fuck knew, I’d never been in a situation like this. But without a second thought, I tapped the guy on the shoulder.
He turned around.
I bobbed my chin toward the gorgeous vision in front of him. “Mind if I cut in?”
I almost laughed at myself. I’d never used words like that before.
They both glared at me.
I didn’t care. I wanted her, and I wasn’t leaving the dance floor without at least trying.
And I always got what I wanted.
Luckily, he didn’t deck me. It wouldn’t have been good for him. Instead, he started to dance a circle around me. “Sure, man, no problem,” he yelled over the music.
With him out of the way, she was all mine for the night. She just didn’t know it yet. My eyes darted to hers and my body moved closer. “Lindsay, nice to meet you,” I said, getting as close to her as I could.
She continued to glare at me. Hmm…that was not the reaction that I had expected. She practically swallowed me whole with that glance, but I swore I could see her pulse throbbing in her neck in excitement. “How do you know my name?” she asked.
“How could I not? You’re the most gorgeous girl in this place.”
Was I good, or what?
Those feline eyes assessed me, and I could tell she wasn’t impressed.
Okay, on second thought, that might have sounded a little cheesy. I reeled it back. “One my friends knew who you were.”
She nodded, but she still wasn’t moving.
And I was certain I looked like a damn fool.
“Dance with me,” I said.
This time she shook her head, but at least she was smiling.
Playing hard to get.
I liked it.
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