Secret Desires Part 2: Secret Desires Series, #2

By E.J. Adams

A fast ride into the Hollywood Hills could only mean one thing. I was going to sleep with my new boss. My sexy new boss. The bad boy billionaire who regularly satisfied his sexual appetite with women much more experienced than I am.

When Jessica Nichols takes a walk on the wild side with Dylan Grant, she experiences a sexual ecstasy beyond anything she thought possible. She also discovers there is a lot more to Dylan Grant than first meets the eye. For Dylan, it was supposed to be just another night of passionate sex. He never imagined that he could consider having anything more.

After a romantic getaway to Catalina Island, Jessica and Dylan find themselves in a very different place than what drove them to their first steamy encounter. They are falling for each other and both realize that a special relationship has begun.

Then Jessica meets a group of women who call themselves the Five Star Club. It is a silly name for their informal club, but what it represents is very serious. And their shocking news changes everything. The very foundation of Dylan and Jessica's young relationship may crumble like the pieces of Jessica's shattered heart.

Don't miss the sexy and shocking second installment of the Secret Desires series!

• Language: English
• Publisher: E.J. Adams Romance
• Release date: May 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386479390

E.J. Adams

E.J. Adams is the author of several successful Steamy Contemporary Romance series, with over 500,000 eBooks downloaded to date.  She is a romantic at heart and likes her characters to find their Happily Ever After. Her books offer moments of drama, humor, and heartache along the way. E.J.’s leading men are strong, but flawed, males. Her leading women are sweet, smart, and independent. E.J. writes romance you can get swept up by and takes you away.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Jessica Nichols

The rush of the wind in my hair was refreshing. I glanced over at Dylan as he drove. His eyes were focused on the road ahead. He was taking in every twist and turn as the car wound its way up into the iconic Hollywood Hills.

I felt my heart racing as fast as the engine in Dylan's Porsche 918 Spyder. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Or what I was about to do. Up until this point I had only gotten into Dylan's car. But I knew what that meant.

A fast ride into the Hollywood Hills could only mean one thing – I was going to sleep with my new boss. My sexy new boss. The bad boy billionaire who regularly satisfied his sexual appetite with women much more experienced than I am.

I could still back out. I could say 'no.' But I didn't think that I would do that. I knew that getting into his car meant that I was committing to sex with Dylan Grant. Not that I thought he would force me to sleep with him. I was committing myself to have sex with him.

This was turning into a most unusual day in my, typically, ordinary life. I got up this morning hoping that Logan Price would ask me out on a date. Or at least flirt with me a little. Anything to show he was interested in me. None of that happened. Quite the opposite.

But I'm not exactly sure that this isn't also what I wanted. I did fantasize about Dylan. It was buried in my subconscious, but the dream of Dylan was as vivid as any with Logan. Maybe I was conflicted and confused. Maybe I was just horny.

I suppose that it didn't matter much. Logan had rejected my innocent flirting. Dylan was seducing me. It wasn't hard for my brain to connect with the wet spot in the front of my panties.

The car hummed and vibrated. That was making my decision easier. The vibrations seemed to be honing in on my crotch. It was like the car knew what I wanted. But it was going to take more than a luxury sports car to complete the job. I may have been playing a bit fast and loose tonight, but not that fast and loose.

We were on a straighter stretch of road. Dylan opened up the engine more. The car picked up pace. Dylan glanced at me sideways.

Moonlight reflected off of his dark, seductive eyes. They sparkled like an onyx gemstone. He turned his head back toward the road. His solid chin formed a smooth but almost square profile. It was like his face was chiseled from a fine piece of marble.

The Porsche's engine purred as we climbed higher into the hills. I felt like purring along with it. By this point my nerves had given way to an overpowering desire to know Dylan intimately. To have, as they say, carnal knowledge of him.

We were now driving through the celebrity-filled enclave of Outpost Estates. The car slowed and Dylan turned right into a driveway. The car stopped at a large gate to a walled estate. Dylan clicked a remote and the gate slid open.

We drove through and the gate slid closed behind us. It was dark, but landscape accent lights lit the sides of the long, tree-lined driveway. A moment later we pulled up to a large, contemporary house that was situated neatly against the hill. A wide garage door opened.

There were four luxury cars in the garage and one empty spot in front of us. Dylan eased the Porsche into the garage. As the garage door closed behind us, Dylan turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Home, sweet, home, he announced.

I got out of the car and looked over at the other four cars. All fairly new except for a candy apple red sports car at the end of the garage.

That's a 1967 Corvette Stingray, said Dylan. In mint condition. Another thrilling ride.

I glanced over at