No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. WARNING: Adult Reading Material Only: This is an erotic romance and contains a graphic sex scene. ONLY For Adults aged 18+ Jemma Jones squirmed on her top-of-the-line office chair. She could hear the murmur of Mr. Sexy Sinclair’s voice through the wall behind her. Her boss had an attractive, deep voice that sent shivers through her, even when she tried to concentrate solely on taking his dictation. She’d worked at Sinclair Consulting for eighteen months, and every time she saw her boss, Adam Sinclair, her pulse fluttered. He was tall and fit, with dark hair, ocean blue eyes and a smile that did something to her insides. He looked to be in his early thirties (she was twenty-six) and as far as she knew, he was single.
