Today, I have the pleasure of sharing an exclusive excerpt with you from All the Right Places by Jenna Sutton which will be releasing this Tuesday, June 2nd.
Have your fans at the ready, and be prepared to add a hot new book boyfriend to your list!
The first in a brand new contemporary romance series starring the men and women who are determined to keep the billion-dollar denim dynasty, Riley O’Brien & Co, on top, but aren’t about to let success stand in the way of love…
Amelia Winger is a small-town girl with big dreams of becoming a successful designer. So when she gets a gig designing accessories for denim empire Riley O’Brien & Co., it’s a dream come true. Amelia can handle the demanding job, but she isn’t quite prepared for sexy CEO Quinn O’Brien. She’s doing her best to keep things professional, but the attraction sparking between them makes it personal. And so does the secret project she’s working on behind his back…
Quinn’s not interested in the new accessories, but he is interested in the woman designing them. Amelia is smart, sexy, and talented, and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her since they met. Mixing business and pleasure isn’t wise, but that doesn’t stop him from coming up with excuses to spend time with her. He thinks he understands the risk he’s taking when he gets involved with Amelia. But he doesn’t know he’s risking a lot more than his heart.
As she moved toward the door, he got a good look at her clothes. “What the hell are you wearing?” he barked.
She spun around to face him, and he pointed at her short denim skirt. It ended several inches above the enticing dimples of her knees, and she’d paired it with a gauzy, cream-colored top with a drawstring around the neck, a brown leather vest, and brown cowboy boots.
He didn’t understand how she could look so cute and so sexy at the same time. There should be a law against that kind of thing.
She looked down in confusion. “What?”
“You’re wearing a skirt with the name of my number one competitor stamped on your ass. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Her pink mouth dropped open, and she reached behind her as if she wanted to cover the logos. The movement pushed out her chest, outlining her breasts and the hard little points of her nipples against the cotton.
Aggression flooded his veins. He had the ridiculous thought that if Amelia wanted to brand herself with someone’s name, it damn well better be his name. He felt like pulling her down across his lap, jerking up that damn skirt, and spanking her sweet round cheeks right where his competitor’s logos were located.
Before his mind could even think about what to do next, his body moved toward her. When she saw him coming, she pivoted and darted toward the exit. He reached her just as she opened the door, slamming a palm against it and forcing it closed with a bang.
Her lush little body was sandwiched between him and the door, and he crowded even closer until she had to turn her head to the side to keep from smashing her nose.
He put his mouth to her ear. “Don’t ever wear another piece of denim that doesn’t have my name on it,” he growled.
She gasped. “Riley skirts don’t even exist.”
“Say ‘Quinn, I won’t ever wear another piece of denim that doesn’t have your name on it.’”
She pushed back against him, trying to break his hold, and all that wiggling made him hard. He ran one of his hands down her side to her behind until he reached the logo on the skirt.
He squeezed. “Say it.”
She let out a tiny squeal. “Quinn O’Brien! What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?”
He was breathing hard, and his brain felt like mush, but her words finally penetrated. When they did, he dropped his forehead against the door next to her face and let his hands fall to his sides.
“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely.
He took a deep breath, the sweet smell of her hair flooding his lungs. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “You make me crazy. I don’t know why, but you do. I do crazy things when I’m around you. I say crazy things that I . . .”
He let his sentence trail off, backing away from her so she could turn around. She looked up at him and licked her lips before pulling her bottom lip under her front teeth.
“I make you crazy,” she said, somehow making it sound like both a question and a statement. The overhead lights in the workshop made her eyes sparkle and her skin glow.
He nodded. “Yeah. You really—”
He wasn’t able to finish his sentence because Amelia launched herself at him, fisting a hand in his hair and pulling his mouth down to hers. She devoured his mouth, and he moaned against her lips.
God, she tastes so good.
He wanted this woman like he’d never wanted another, and he was going to take what she offered. Hooking his arm under Amelia’s butt, he pulled her against him. The movement raised her tiny skirt, and she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
With his mouth still sealed to hers, he stumbled toward the door until her back pressed against it. He shoved his hands under her skirt, gripping the smooth globes of her ass. Her panties had slipped into the crease between her cheeks, and he followed them until his fingers met in the damp crevice.
She gasped against his mouth and pulled his head back so she could look into his eyes. “I need to stay away from you.”
“No. That’s not what you need,” he said roughly before giving her another deep kiss.
He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, and he sipped at her lips until they were both breathless. Drawing back, he sucked in a lungful of air before nuzzling the corner of her mouth and moving toward her neck.
She turned her head, arching her neck to give him access. He licked the silky skin below her ear before trailing his tongue down her throat until he got to the top of her breasts.
Using his teeth, he undid the drawstring tie on her shirt. The edges of her shirt gaped open, revealing freckled breasts encased in a lacy, flesh-colored bra. He ran his tongue across the top edge of the bra, taking time to suck on her smooth skin.
“Oh, God, Quinn,” she moaned.
Letting go of his head, she slipped her hands under his sweater. She ran her fingers across his back before delving under the waistband of his Rileys. They were cool against his hot skin, and he broke out in goose bumps. She dipped her fingers into his boxer briefs, tugging him closer, and he ground his denim-covered erection against her.
He moved his lips back to hers. “This is what you need,” he whispered against her mouth before kissing her again.
Jenna Sutton spent most of her career as an award-winning journalist covering business-related topics including healthcare, commercial real estate, retail, and technology. Nowadays she writes about hot, lovable guys and the smart, sexy women who make them crazy. It’s the culmination of a lifelong dream, and she feels so lucky to be able to do it. Jenna has a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism from Texas Christian University and a Master’s degree in Integrated Marketing Communications from Northwestern University. She and her husband live in a 103-year-old house in Texas. All the Right Places is her debut novel.
Many thanks to Jenna for letting us host this excerpt!