Single Man Meets Single Mum. Jules Bennett

      

       “Ian, I can’t … I just met you.”

      “You’re attracted to me,” Ian insisted.

      “That doesn’t mean I should act on it,” Cassie replied. “You’re only here for a short time. We can’t just … you know.”

      “Have sex?”

      Oh, mercy. The words were out now. Dear Lord. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had sex before—she had a baby for crying out loud—but, “Acting on sexual attraction isn’t something I normally do.”

      Ian stepped forward, and stopped when Cassie held up a hand. “Don’t. I can’t think when you’re touching me.”

      “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

      Cassie rolled her eyes. “You would.”

      “See? You know me already.”

      “You’re going to have to keep your hands to yourself.” “You’re no fun.”

      Without a word, Ian closed the gap between them. He brought his mouth close to hers. “A woman who kisses like you, who responds to my touch without hesitation, has pent-up passion that needs to be released.”

      His lips barely brushed hers. “Come find me when you’re ready.”

      ***

      Single Man Meets Single Mum is part of the No.1 bestselling series from Mills & Boon^® Desire™ : Billionaires & Babies: Powerful men … wrapped around their babies’ little fingers.

      Single Man

      Meets Single Mum

      Jules Bennett

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      National bestselling author JULES BENNETT’S love of storytelling started when she would get in trouble as a child and would tell her parents her imaginary friends were to blame. Since then, her vivid imagination has taken her down a path she’d only dreamed of. And after twelve years of owning and working in salons, she hung up her shears to write full-time.

      Jules doesn’t just write Happily Ever After—she lives it. Married to her high school sweetheart, Jules and her hubby have two little girls who keep them smiling. She loves to hear from readers! Contact her at [email protected], visit her website, www.julesbennett.com, where you can sign up for her newsletter, or send her a letter at PO Box 396, Minford, OH 45653, USA. You can also follow her on Twitter and join her Facebook fan page.

      To Jill, Amy and Inez.

      I love you three more than the frozen yogurt we devour.

      Thanks for the road trip and all the laughs.

      May we have many, many more!

      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       Fourteen

       Fifteen

       Sixteen

       Seventeen

       Eighteen

       Nineteen

       Twenty

       Twenty-One

       Extract

       Copyright

       One

      Oomph!

      Out of nowhere, Ian Shaffer had his arms full of woman. Curvy, petite woman. A mass of silky red hair half covered her face, and as she shoved the wayward strands back to look up, Ian was met with the most intriguing set of blue eyes he’d ever seen.

      “You okay?” he asked, in no hurry to let her down.

      He’d taken one step into the stables at Stony Ridge Acres and this beauty had literally fallen into his arms. Talk about perfect timing.

      The delicate hand against his shoulder pushed gently, but he didn’t budge. How could he, when all those curves felt perfect against his body and she was still trembling?

      He may not know much about the horse industry, but women... Yeah, he knew women really well.

      “Thank you for catching me.”

      Her low, husky voice washed over him, making him even more thankful he’d come to this movie set to see to his client’s needs in person...and to hopefully sign another actress to his growing roster of A-listers.

      Most agents didn’t visit movie sets as regularly as he did, but he sure as hell wasn’t missing the opportunity to keep Max Ford happy and allow prospective client Lily Beaumont to witness just what a kick-ass, hands-on agent he was. Given his young age, the fact that he was known as a shark in the industry happened to be good for business.

      Ian glanced to the ladder that stretched up into the loft of the spacious stables. His eyes narrowed in on the rung that hung vertically, the culprit of the lady’s fall.

      “Looks like your ladder needs repairing,” he told her, looking back to those big, expressive blue eyes.

      “I’ve been meaning to fix it,” she told him, studying his face, his mouth. “You know, you can let me down now.”

      Yeah, he was probably freaking her out by keeping her in his clutches. But that didn’t stop him from easing her down slowly, allowing her body to glide against his.

      Hey, he may be there to concentrate on work, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the samplings of a tempting woman when an opportunity presented itself.

      Keeping his hand on her arm, Ian allowed his gaze to sweep down