Seducing the Playboy (A Hot Nights Series Book) (Entangled Brazen) by Amanda Usen

restrained his instincts and abandoned himself to the good mood dominating their little party. Jenna’s landlady, Barb, was hilarious, a Porsche saleswoman who had great sales stories and even better failed-sales stories.
    After dinner, her boyfriend showed up to take Barb and Devon out for ice cream. “Why don’t you two enjoy the hot tub while we’re gone?” Barb suggested.
    A zing of alarm shot through him. “I didn’t bring a suit.” The thought of being in a hot tub with Jenna made his pulse pound with anticipation.
    “Don’t let that stop you.” Barb shot him a saucy wink.
    Roman jerked in surprise and looked at the seven-year-old Devon, who rolled her eyes. “Check the closet. There’s piles of them.” The cheerful trio headed out the door.
    Without a chaperone, Roman knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. He stared at Jenna. She grinned and thrust a pile of swim trunks into his arms. Visions of everything that could be done in a hot tub under cover of water and darkness swam through his mind.
    Make an excuse and leave. Now.
    Damn. He couldn’t do it.
    He found the bathroom and slid into a pair of trunks, shaking his head. Jenna had probably planned to get him in the hot tub all along. His suspicions were confirmed when he met her in the hall and saw what she was wearing. “That’s not a bathing suit. That’s walking indecent exposure. There is no way you can swim in that thing.” Three triangles of bright green material were strategically held together by—good God, was the entire thing made of yarn? Would it unravel in the water?
    “Nope. I wouldn’t even try. The woman who sold it to me said it looked fantastic lying next to the pool. I don’t think she meant on a body, either.”
    Stunned by that image, he followed her toward the sound of churning bubbles, unable to take his eyes off the sweet lower curve of her bare ass. Mercifully, she got into the water immediately, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. He paused, ready to hand her a towel from the pile next to the tub if her suit came apart.
    “Are you going to get in or are you just going to stand there?”
    Her teasing words galvanized him, and he stepped down into the hot tub, hissing at the heat of the water.
    “I know, right? It’s the perfect temperature to melt away the stress. I had no idea I was so tense.” She peered at him out of one eye, making him chuckle.
    “Is that a request for a back rub?”
    Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in mock surprise. “Well, you do owe me one, but I’d never be so forward.”
    Roman shook his head and grinned, already feeling loose from the heat. He sensed his inhibitions slipping away. Eventually, he was going to have to conquer the urge to rip her suit off, crawl inside her body, and turn them both inside out, but for now he could handle the temptation. He beckoned to her and she scooted toward him.
    He settled her floating body one step below his. The hot tub was large enough to fit four, so they had plenty of room, and whoever had designed it must have had a dirty mind because the various levels were perfect for the first three sexual positions that popped into his head. He smoothed his hands over her shoulders, unable to prevent a small sound of enjoyment at the feel of her strong muscles and delicate bones. She sighed as his hands drifted slowly down her arms. “You’re good at this.”
    In response, he dug his thumb into a tight spot just beneath her shoulder blade. Her moan traveled straight to his cock. “Do that again,” she begged.
    As if he could resist.
    The water made her skin slick, smooth, and hot. The suit, what little there was of it, gave him complete access to her shoulders, and he explored her back, finding all her trigger points and sore spots and working on them with gentle but determined pressure until she sighed, her body drifting limp and lax in front of him. If she had been laid out on a bed, he would have given the same