Title: Wicked Sunshine 
Series: A Rush Enterprises Novel
Author: Justine Winter
Genre: NA Romantic Comedy
Release Date: October 30, 2015 

Billionaire.  Philanthropist.  Manwhore.
Grayson  Rush  is  a  title  sandwich  that  everyone’s  trying  to  snack  on,  but  when  it  comes  to  women  he  has  rules  that  he’s  been  implementing  for  the  past  eight  years  of  his  twenty-seven  year-old  life. 
1.  Condoms  are  sacred.
2.  Never  hook  up  with  an  employee.
3.  No  double  dipping.
He  likes  his  women  fresh  and  their  names  forgotten,  thrown  in  the  bin  along  with  their  dignity.  He’ll  profess  to  being  a  deity  of  sex,  that  his  precious  Excalibur  is  the  source  of  all  gratification.  And  the  media  will  attest  to  that.  Satisfaction  is  his   specialty.  Pleasure  is  his  mission.
But  like  all  great  heroes  of  history’s  legends,  he  claims  a  weakness  resonates  in  his  rickety,  tattered  heart.  The  premise  of  more  is  his  Kryptonite.  The  word  alone  invokes  an  instant  BD:  Boner  Destroyer.
Why  is  it,  then,  when  smart-mouthed,  twenty-three  year-old  Maya  Kennedy  comes  waltzing  in  his  office,  pitching  her  creative  designer  services,  that  he’s  suddenly  eager  to  rebel  against  his  own  foundations?
When  his  wise  younger   sister,  and  best  friend  conspire  against  him,  he  realises  that  chasing  Maya  might  be  just  what  he  needs  despite  his  reservations  on  romance.  Love  is  a  bitch,  and  her  name  is  Sabrina. 
Stepping  out  of  his  cob-webbed  past,  he’s  determined  to  keep  the  dust  from  tainting  his  future. 
Can  a  womanizing  Manwhore  change  his  ways,  or  is  Gentleman  a  title  too  unattainable?

I straighten my jacket, pull on my stony business face, and head towards the conference room. 
By the time I reach the glass doors, I’m afforded the chance of checking her out without her knowing. She’s staring out the windows, glaring at the view of London’s famous landmarks. Big Ben. Westminster. London Eye.
When I’ve eventually had my fill of her scrumptious arse and bare legs accentuated by the delicious four-inch heels she’s wearing, I clear my throat to announce myself, but even as the words leave my mouth I’m lost inside the most enchanting jade green eyes. 
Call it what you will - lust, attraction, desire - I know I’m in fucking trouble. The number one rule I swore to myself just minutes ago already has me crippling with hatred. Fucking rules.
And that’s just her eyes. I take her in entirely, and I’m impressed. No, more than that. I’m a bloody animal that wants to press her bare cheeks up against the glass window and fuck her brains out until all she remembers is the raw pleasure I give her. Over and over.
Her lips are full, begging to be kissed. Her tits, though concealed in a smart, hot-pink dress, are bigger than my hands. And those sweet long legs look even better up close.
I’m fucked. 
Cursed.
Punished.
This is what I get for being a sexually active man. A boner for forbidden fruit.
“Mr. Rush, pleasure to meet you.”
Oh, it will be. 
“I’m Maya Kennedy, Enhance’s junior designer.”
I blink, and blink again. Junior? I call for an important meeting with a new company and they send me a fucking junior?
“Is this a joke?” I ask, wondering what the girl’s gain is in wasting my time. She  rearranges my day for this?
She sputters as if offended. “Not at all, Mr. Rush. My boss asked that I come in her stead. She’s out with food poisoning.”
I scrutinise her, knowing she’s seeing the dark danger in my eyes. Many have faltered under my gaze, yet she seems unaffected. Clearly she isn’t intimidated, and neither is she falling head-over-heels in love with me. 
Oh, good God. It’s finally happened. I’ve lost it. You know, the it that makes me dangerously alluring. The it that makes businessmen I compete with squirm.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
“My qualifications and creative mind far succeed my job title, Mr. Rush. I wouldn’t be so quick to walk me out the door.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and the movement alone is enough to distract me for a few seconds.
What? She’s the one encouraging me to look. Don’t tell me women don’t do this on purpose to distract us men long enough to agree to whatever it is they want.  It’s one of their womanly powers.
And it works, because I can’t remember what it is we were talking about when all I’m thinking about is having my cock wrapped in her tit sandwich for lunch.
Yummy.

I’ve always lived a life based on my imagination, from hopeless dreams of romance to concocting alternate realities involving supernaturals. I’m completely fascinated with anything hero-related, and often speculate which superpower I’d possess. I haven’t settled on one yet.
I was born in England, and currently reside in Wales, UK. I love to write, and most days you’ll find me happily tapping away at the computer whilst in my pyjama-clad bubble. I also spend my time reading, and if that isn’t enough I’m often in the kitchen baking up a treat.

 














 
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