by London Hale
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter One
Chapter One
Chapter One
Chapter One
Chapter One
Sinful Distraction
Selling Sin: An Opposites Attract Romance
London Hale
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Digital ISBN: 978-1-944336-35-6
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Dedicated to all the women still fighting like hell to break those glass ceilings.
Contents
Sinful Distraction
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Reunion Sneak Peek
Reunion Sneak Peek
Chapter 1
Did you miss the first book?
Daddy’s Best Friend
Chapter 1
The DILF Sneak Peek
The DILF
Chapter 1
Nanny With Benefits Sneak Peek
Nanny With Benefits
Chapter 1
Sinful Temptation Sneak Peek
Sinful Temptation
Chapter 1
Sinful Attraction Sneak Peek
Sinful Attraction
Chapter 1
Also by London Hale
About the Author
She’s the one thing he won’t give up on
The calls started a year ago. I needed an easy release, and he was there, for a price. One call turned into two, and before I knew it, I was falling for the voice on the other end of the line. When he shows up and introduces himself as the newest firefighter on the island, I’m terrified…at first. As the mayor, the last thing I need is a scandal. But Riley won’t take no for an answer, and I’m finding it hard to refuse him.
He’s a distraction she can’t afford
Kate, the mayor of Temperance Falls, has a naughty little secret. Except I’m not so little and a hell of a lot more than just naughty. A year of weekly phone calls with our identities disguised has left me craving more. Being together could ruin everything she’s worked for, but there’s no turning back. Now that we’ve actually met, now that I’ve had a taste, nothing will stand in my way of making her mine.
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Author’s Note
Included in this copy of Sinful Distraction are sneak peeks of the titles in our Experience Counts series: Daddy’s Best Friend, The DILF, and Nanny With Benefits, as well Sinful Temptation and Sinful Attraction, the first and second books in our Selling Sin series. You also get a look into Reunion, our standalone, second-chance romance. This means Sinful Distraction ends at approximately 70%, but rest assured it’s a satisfying story, complete with HEA.
Hope you enjoy them all, and thank you for reading!
If anyone had told me a year ago that watching a meeting of the Temperance Falls town council on the public access channel would get me hard, I’d have laughed in their face. One phone call, one life-changing move, and I wasn’t laughing anymore. But I was hard. Hard enough to wish I could tear my eyes away from the screen and go rub one out. I didn’t want to miss a second of this, though.
On the television, the mayor of Temperance Falls stood at a podium in the council room. Her blond hair hung straight, not quite touching her slim shoulders, and she had her glasses on. The same ones that featured in just about every fantasy I had.
“The proposed mixed-use facility would offer inexpensive housing options for residents, office space for small businesses, and a retail base that can bring more revenue to the island, while supplying much-needed jobs in our community.”
Fuck, the woman was hot when she got all naughty-professor. She was also way more than just her looks. She was strong and sure, completely in command of the room. She spoke to the people sitting around her with a confidence I practically panted for. The woman was a rock star in the local political scene because of her beauty, but her mind was the real gem. That and her always-in-control attitude drew me to her. Well, and her sexy-as-fuck voice. It all came down to her voice.
Some stuffy old guy in a tweed sport coat to her right leaned forward, grabbing the mic in front of him. “From the plans provided, the population density in that area will quadruple. The island itself will increase at least fifteen percent. Do you really think our infrastructure can handle that?”
Oh yeah, her infrastructures could handle anything. I snuck in a cock adjustment as Kate seemed to take a moment to collect her thoughts. Here it came—the moment I’d been waiting for. Assertive Kate was about to shift to Aggressive Kate. My girl was going to tear his ass apart, and I was likely about to come in my sweats listening to her do it.
“Councilman Nicholson, as I included in the project guidelines before you, the current infrastructure can support a partial filling of the space. That said, I believe we can scale our services with the population growth of the project. The mixed-use facility will bring more people, sure, but it will also bring more tax revenue. At only seventy-percent capacity, it will bring three times the tax revenue we received when the mall was open and filled. That population means more first responders needed, and that tax revenue will supply the funds to acquire them. Furthermore…”
Man, I loved it when she furthermored. If I were in my apartment alone, I’d be jacking my cock already. Hell, I’d have been halfway to coming the second she took the podium. Too bad I didn’t have cable in my little place over the garage. I had to hang out at my parents’ house to watch Kate do her thing. Soon enough, I’d get to watch it in person.
“Why are you watching this crap, Riley? Since when do you care what the town council is doing?” Claire, my sister and a permanent pain in my ass, plopped onto the couch beside me, staring at the television with a frown. Luckily for me, she was also a hard-on killer. One problem solved.
“I don’t…usually.” Totally not a lie. The council didn’t matter; Kate did. But I wouldn’t tell Claire that. “I’m a city employee now, sis. I need to keep an eye on the council to see if things affect the department, that’s all.”
She huffed, shaking her head. “One brother’s a cop, the other’s a fireman who also works construction on his days off. We’re a walking, talking Irish-American stereotype.”
“We don’t have red hair.”
“Your beard is lookin
g a little red.”
I ran a hand over my chin. Yeah, it did, which was why I usually shaved every day. I’d been busy that morning at the firehouse, though. By the time I’d gotten off—four hours past my scheduled leave time—I’d been too tired from my shift to do more than take a quick shower and rush to my parents’ living room to watch the council meeting.
The firehouse schedule of forty-eight hours on and forty-eight off fit my life pretty well at the moment. I accumulated a lot of overtime because of the fact that I had neither a wife nor kids to get home to, plus I picked up odd jobs over at the old lighthouse revitalization project on my off days. All that meant I worked a lot of fucking hours. Sometimes, shaving just didn’t take priority outside of the firehouse. Had to keep clean shaven for the breathing masks.
The old man—Nicholson, Kate had called him—had asked another question, one I’d missed, and Kate’s polished veneer was starting to show signs of wear. Her normally calm, slightly fake smile had dropped, her lips a sliver away from frowning, and her placid eyes were filling with a fire I could spot even through the grainy footage on the television fifteen feet away. She looked ready to snap, but there was nothing I could do. No way I could shore her up when she needed someone to. Shit.
C’mon, Kitten. Use your claws.
“Councilman Nicholson, while I understand your concerns, I think we need to take the risk if we want Temperance Falls to remain the vibrant community it is today. That’s an eighty-acre superblock site with a 200,000 square-foot building sitting empty and rotting. The entire mass-market area on that side of the island is suffering because of it, as are home prices. Residents want something in that space. The building is a liability right now. I’d like to make it an asset, and Huntley Group wants to invest almost a billion dollars to make that a reality.”
Claws…Kate definitely had them. Fuck, she was ridiculous when she went all badass professional. How did every man in that room not have a hard-on for her?
“Seriously, why are we watching this?” Claire grabbed the remote and pointed it at the television.
I had my arm banded across her and my hand over hers before she could press the buttons. “Don’t change it.”
“Why?” She struggled under my hold, shoving at me with both hands. “I don’t want to watch this.”
The girl could wrestle, that was for sure. Growing up with two older brothers had probably helped that skill along. Ow, when did she learn to twist my arm like that?
“Too bad.” Still reaching for the remote, I grunted as her foot connected with my gut. Damn, she was strong.
“Can you two cut it out?” Mom hurried across the room, carrying a basket of laundry. “I swear, you both act like children. Why can’t you be more like your brother?”
Claire stopped fighting, giving me one more shove to push me off her. I sat up, rolling my eyes as Claire did the same, both of us mouthing fucking Connor as my mom left the room. It was hard being the younger siblings of a golden child. I was the flighty one, the drifter. The one who’d left the house right after graduation and moved off the island. Claire was the baby and would probably always be seen as such. But Connor? He was the savior. The policeman. The one who never did anything wrong. I would have bet money his life was boring as shit, but what did I know?
I’d been gone for years, only having moved back recently to join the firehouse and get my life together. I was done with drifting. One call from Kate—one year of increasingly frequent calls, in fact—had set that plan in motion in my mind. Move home, get a good job, kick-start a life that was worth her attention. I was almost there, too. Almost ready. Just a few more months, and I could make my move.
By the time I looked back at the television, Kate was gone from behind the podium, and the council had moved on to other business.
“Shit.” I dropped back into my seat. “I wanted to watch that.”
Claire huffed, still looking irritated with me. “I’ll never understand why.”
I shrugged, wishing she knew my reasoning. Wishing I could tell her, my mom, my brother—the whole world, really—that I was in love with Mayor Kate Briscoe. But I couldn’t. Hell, I couldn’t even tell Kate that. Not yet. She didn’t exactly know who I was.
Before I could say anything else, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen, expecting to ignore the caller, but the number made me jump up.
“I have to take this.” I was across the room and out the door in seconds, hurrying toward the privacy of the apartment over the garage as I swiped my screen to accept the call. “I didn’t expect to hear from you today.”
The woman on the other end—the boss of what I would call my side job—chuckled. “She’s calling for you.”
“I figured since she’s the only calls I take.”
“Should I put her through?”
I shoved open the door and let it slam behind me, pausing only long enough to lock it. I did not want to be interrupted. “Absolutely.”
“Give me five, sugar.” My boss disappeared, leaving me with nothing but silence on the line.
I kept the phone to my ear as I stripped off my sweats and tossed them across the room. The same room that had been mine during my senior year in high school. I hadn’t ever expected to live here again, to bring my life back to Temperance Falls, and especially not to live over the garage at my childhood home once more. I’d run as soon as I’d gotten out of school, had headed to the mainland to start a life. I’d been a bartender, a waiter, had worked in retail and offices, been a balloon-animal maker and a carnival ride jockey…but it wasn’t until I’d gotten a job working on the phones that I’d found something I liked to do.
No career day bullshit had prepared me to be a phone sex operator, but it was a damn good job. I made bank talking to women—and sometimes men—from all across the country. Well, mostly talking. Sometimes things got heated. Sometimes, they got damn well steamy. The first call I’d received from Kate? That had been downright sex with words. Luckily, she’d called again. And then another time, always asking for me. Always giving me little glimpses into her world as we talked about life, about our frustrations, and about how wet her pussy would be if I got my tongue on it. I’d fallen in love with her over the phone.
Too bad she had no idea who I really was, or that I’d moved home just to be close to her.
I was completely naked, lying on my bed with my hand already around the base of my cock, when I finally heard her breathing come across the line. I knew how this would go. She’d wait for me to say something, give up her assertive personality to be the timid one between us. I played along because it was what she needed, but I looked forward to the day when she took control with me. I ached for it.
“Hey there, Kitten. This is a surprise.”
Fuck, her breathy sigh made me want to strip her down and find out what else I could do to get her to make that sound. What parts of her body I could tease with my fingers and tongue to elicit such an adorable response.
“I know it’s not our usual day—” she started, but I cut that shit off quick.
“You can call me anytime. You know that.”
“I do,” she said, and the telltale rustle of fabric told me she was probably still in her suit. The one I’d seen her in just fifteen minutes ago on the television. “It’s been a rough day, and I needed to hear your voice.”
I let my fingers run along the length of my cock, dreaming of what it would feel like if they were hers. I wanted that so much, wanted to know if she’d be gentle or demanding. Would she stroke me from the base to the tip, play more with the head? Would she take me in her mouth and swallow me down as I came? I sure as hell hoped so, and I couldn’t wait until the day I found out.
“So,” I asked, ready to play the role. Ready to give her what she needed. “How was your day?”
Her groan was expected, as was her tired response. “Brutal. Thank God I wore my nude shoes today because I had to stand a lot. My legs are killing me.”
Yeah, she’d had to stand behi
nd that podium arguing with the council. My Kate loved her heels, but they wreaked havoc on her sometimes. Especially the pink ones. I had no idea what the pink ones looked like, but I was going to burn those fuckers one day. They caused her too much pain.
“If I were there, I’d rub those long legs for you. I’d run you a bubble bath first, though. Maybe get you a glass of wine. I’d always have your favorite ready because you work so damn hard.”
“I know you would,” she said, her voice growing softer. Warmer. She loved this script.
“And when you were all warm and relaxed—and maybe a little tipsy—I’d lay you on the bed and rub my hands all over you. Rub out any knot. Would you like that? You think me touching every single inch of you would help you relax?”
“God, yes, Banner.”
Aaaannnnddddd…bingo. She was ready. Her voice always took on that moany edge when she was aroused. Just a couple months more, and I’d hear it in person. Hell, I’d get to hear that voice saying my real name. I couldn’t fucking wait. But for now, she needed me to play a part for her, and I was damn good at my job. “What can I do tonight? What do you need from me to make it all better?”
She was silent for a long minute, long enough that I began to wonder if I’d missed something big at the council meeting. Long enough that I worried something else was up. But finally, she sighed.
“I need you, Banner.” Her voice had dropped, her words going slightly breathy. Her close voice. Her fully-into-the moment voice. Yeah, she needed me, all right. Needed me in the same way I’d been needing her since I first saw her walk into that meeting earlier tonight.