The Hating Season turned into a love fest for me! This story drags you through the emotions. English (Anna) and Court have that love/hate thing going on that leads to some crazy hot scenes. The way his presence just commands attention is something that not even English is safe from. He is a playboy in every sense of the word and owns it. He gets what he wants when he wants it. English can't keep him out of trouble when she IS trouble for him, can she? I loved what their relationship becomes. The chemistry between them is hilarious and super delicious. I was looking for a solid story with some heavy, dirty sex scenes and K.A. Linde delivered!
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In that moment, Court Kensington was in the room. He was in complete control. This wasn’t the man child I’d had to deal with after he was arrested. This was the man who could very easily be running an empire. I could see it in the smile and how he moved and the way his body just radiated power. This was the Court Kensington hiding beneath his mask. And it was fucking sexy as hell.
“I’d have you suck me off, English, because fuck knows that I want to see it sinking in and out of that goddamn mouth that yells at me,” he said, pulling my hair back so I had to look at him. “But I want to fuck you. Right now. So, bend over the fucking couch.”
He slid his fingers out from between my legs and held them between us. Wet. Soaking wet. As if I hadn’t known beforehand. Then, he did the unthinkable, and he brought those two fingers to his mouth and sucked the wetness off them.
“You taste like fucking candy.”
Court Kensington is a thorn in my side.
I’m hired to clean up his badboy image, which would’ve been easy if my life wasn’t falling apart.
First, I catch my movie star husband having an affair with his co-star. Then when I return to work, my job is at stake, because Court has gotten himself into trouble...again.
Instead of getting him back in line, I find myself falling for his charm. And into his bed. And against the wall. And, and, and…
Except Kensington charm shouldn’t work on me. Not when I’ve sworn to never ever sleep with a client.
I had good intentions.
I really did.
But we all know the road to hell is paved with good intentions.