"4.5 Blue Ribbons!...The perfect title for this hot little quickie by Cassandra Curtis. From the first glimpse into Lindsay's fantasy world, you are compelled to keep reading. When Jack and Lindsay's relationship finally progresses to the real thing, it's even better than she'd imagined. But you start wondering can a relationship truly develop with a start like theirs? You've got to read Compulsion for yourself to find out, but I promise this story will not disappoint."--Heather M. Riley, Romance Junkies
"5 Kisses!...Will grab you from the first sentence and not let go until the end. This author writes with style, passion, and heat! Her characters leap off the pages and right into your heart and they hold a feral sense of desire that sweeps you off your feet from the get-go. This is another...of Ms. Curtis’ books that you don’t want to miss! Reviewer’s note: This is the second book of Ms. Curtis’ that I have read and reviewed and if you haven’t read her, then you are missing out on the best! This book deserves a five and beyond!"--Cia Leah, Romance Divas
"Multiple O's!...A fast-paced spicy romance that readers will devour and come back for more."--Sinclair Reid, Romance Reviews Today
"4 Angels!...brings a woman’s fantasy...to the forefront. Lindsay has a passionate spirit beneath her quiet exterior. Jack has a personality that goes after what he wants. With a delightful storyline laced with erotic passion, readers will enjoy this quick read. Cassandra Curtis does a good job at creating two strong characters alongside a wonderful secondary character in the form of Jack’s assistant and Lindsay’s friend, Tegan. He is the catalyst needed to thrust Lindsay and Jack together."--Shayley, Fallen Angel Reviews
"...An awesome story of two people who admire from afar and come together. I loved Cassandra Curtis’ lava hot story...it exuded sex with romance."--Raine, Joyfully Reviewed
"3.5 Hearts!...I found the sex steamy but not out of control and the book to be fast paced...Cassandra Curtis has a new reader...I think she has a lot to offer in the steam category and I love a little comedy with my romance. Besides, I like characters, especially female leads, that aren’t model thin and tall. I'd like to think you don’t have to be to catch a man. It looks like Ms. Curtis agrees with me. I can’t wait to find out what else she has to offer."--Stacy, The Romance Studio
The presentation screen sat directly in front of her, yet she could only see his strong, capable hands. Lindsay shivered at the possibilities…at the delicious adrenaline rush. The idea of being caught in a compromising position with Jack Randolph made her squirm in her seat.
She tried once more to focus on things like cost analysis and projections, while her body hummed with excitement.
He glanced her way. Oh, hell! Was she supposed to respond to something? She cleared her throat, and the moment passed. Good thing, too, since she had no clue what he’d said.
She tried to look anywhere except at him, but he commanded the room with his personality, and demanded her attention. A secret fear tingled throughout her body, one she’d come to recognize well these past two years. No way she could deny it anymore or the thrill she got from it. Risk. That’s what it was really about, that almost giddy surge, the reckless abandon—the risk.
She imagined that big, warm body of his, spread like a feast… She knew exactly what she'd do. Pull off that ridiculous tie and button-down shirt—maybe rip the shirt, popping buttons everywhere. She’d push him onto the conference table. Next, she'd take off her blouse and rub her breasts over the coarse hair on his flat belly. Then she'd slide lower, undo the buckle of his belt, unzip those slacks and let the bulge of his magnificent cock spring free.
Would he taste as good as he looked? She wanted to find out. She licked her lips and clenched her thighs as heat pooled low within her. He'd be stiff and ready for her pleasure. The door would be open only enough for a sliver of light to escape. Someone could walk in at any minute and see them.
He'd beg her to straddle him, ride him hard. She’d climb onto the table and ever-so-slowly ease herself down over his cock, watch that steel-like rod disappear from view.
A noise outside would cause them to look at the door. Wonder if they had been caught. But she wouldn’t stop. No, she’d slide him in deeper, make him call out her name and risk exposure.
It was her favorite fantasy, her constant desire.
"Ms. Dannon?" The irritation in the voice managed to get through. "If you'd rather be home searching the want ads instead of sitting here in a meeting…?"
Lindsay blinked, any risqué thoughts driven from her mind. "No, Mr. Randolph."
Damn him. What was wrong with her? Surely it couldn’t be normal to have such wicked thoughts—especially about a hard-ass like Jack Randolph. Fantasizing about him had become a weird sort of compulsion—it made her feel dirty. And she liked it.
She wanted to be the one to reveal the flesh and blood human living underneath the suit and tie. The one who brought him to his knees…made him so hot, so eager for her, he’d forget everything and lose control.
What would he do if he ever found out about her secret daydreams? A vision popped into her head. Jack pulling her tight against him, fucking her—hard, fast, on the floor, the table, against a wall. A ripple of excitement chased under her skin at the thought. Her nipples tightened and began to ache...