Bound To Happen

She’s determined to lose her ice queen image once and for all…

A relaxing vacation with the winner of the GIRL GEAR scavenger hunt becomes more than CEO Sydney Ford bargained for when Ray Coffey—the boy to whom she gave her virginity—claims the prize. Now she and her co-workers are stuck with Ray and his friends in a tropical paradise for a week.

For Sydney, the memory of her one steamy night with Ray is distracting her from running her business. He couldn’t have been all that, could he? No man is all that. Still, there’s only one way to find out for sure.

For Ray, being marooned with Sydney is the stuff of his fantasies. He can’t understand why he hasn’t been able to shake that one incredible night. And he’s beginning to worry that once simply won’t be enough.

“A sizzling, sensual delight that comes very highly recommended!” — Cindy P., Wordweaving

“Can you pass me some more of that sex book?” — Blythe S., All About Romance



“You’ve been thinking?”

“I’ve been thinking that you’ve been making promises you can’t keep.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. It’s so.”

“I suppose you’re talking about finding time for us to spend together?”

“That would be the one.”

“Well, we’re together now.”

“We’re together with Poe.”

“Hmm,” Sydney mumbled, pulling her hand through the water enough to turn the float beachward. “Poe’s gone.”

“Yeah. Some friend you are, abandoning her like that.”

“I got . . . an offer I couldn’t refuse.” She’d started to say, “a better offer,” but had stopped the words before they’d rushed out. She wasn’t sure why.

“Damn straight. And a better offer at that.”

“Oh, yeah? Says who?” She slapped both soles of her feet against the surface of the lagoon, splashing water over their legs.

“Says the man who wants to get you naked in the worst possible way.”

“Oh. That man,” Sydney said, barely able to get the words past the rush of desire working to close off her throat. Especially when she felt Ray begin to stir and harden further. Neither one of their suits was made of anything but the thinnest fabric and he had to know she could feel him.

She wasn’t sure what move to make next. And was glad that he let her off the hook by saying, “We’re three days into this trip, Sydney.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“And I’m usually a very patient man. But not this time. I’ve been waiting for you for eight years.” He lowered one arm and splayed his hand flat across her belly. “Eight years is a helluva long time.”

And didn’t she know it as well. Waiting to touch him, to learn him, to know him. Waiting to have his hands on her body the way she had them now. “You’re right. It has been. And you’d better be worth all this waiting.”

Ray stilled beneath her. His second hand joined the first, both measuring the span of her stomach. And then he chuckled and Sydney felt the tickle scuttle the length of her back.

“I could say the same thing to you.”

“You could.” She smiled to herself. “But you won’t.”

This time he laughed and the sound rolled up from deep in his belly. His hands squeezed her where they held her by the waist. “You know, Sydney Ford. There’s one other thing I want to do in the worst possible way.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said sensing that the time for that dunking had arrived.

“Oh yeah?” he answered.

And he did.