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  Twice the fun…and twice the heat!

  New York Times bestselling author MEGAN HART and USA TODAY bestselling author SARAH MORGAN team up for fun and fearless tales of women who don’t just cross the lines between pleasure and control…they tangle them up!

  Crossing the Line By Megan Hart

  Caitlyn Fox has one chance to prove to her outrageously hot—and ridiculously controlling—boss that she’s got the chops to succeed. But Jamison Wolfe isn’t quite what he seems. And once they cross the line between business and pleasure, Caitlyn discovers the one place where she’s in control….

  Burned by Sarah Morgan

  Trainer and martial artist Rosie Miller’s zen is seriously compromised when Hunter Black—her former coach and lover—becomes her new boss. And with all the sexual energy still crackling between them, her poor little zen doesn’t stand a chance. So this time, Rosie is determined to play by her rules….

  Tangled Up

  Crossing the Line

  Megan Hart

  Burned

  Sarah Morgan

  Table of Contents

  CROSSING THE LINE

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  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  8

  9

  10

  BURNED

  1

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  8

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  CROSSING THE LINE

  Megan Hart

  1

  JAMISON WOLFE WAS shouting again.

  He did that a lot. On the phone, mostly, though Caite had heard him hollering in the lobby a few times when some particularly aggressive paparazzi had managed to get past the building security and find their way to the Wolfe and Baron offices in pursuit of a few of the company’s clients. Jamison lived up to his name when that happened, snarling and growling in defense of those he considered to be under his protection.

  It was totally hot.

  So far, Caite Fox had avoided being the recipient of Jamison’s fury, though she’d often thought about poking him to see if she could taunt him into losing control. The thought of it had been the subject of more than a few late-night fantasies, but she hadn’t done anything about it. First of all, teasing your boss into a hatefuck, no matter how exciting it seemed, was definitely a bad idea no matter where you worked. Second, it was super hard to seduce a guy who barely seemed to notice you existed. She worked mostly with Elise, scarcely saying more than a word to Jamison, despite her constant surveillance of him. So she bit her tongue and focused on staying under Jamison’s rage radar, doing her work the best she could—which was pretty damned well. She could say that and not be bragging. She’d been with Wolfe and Baron for only eight months but had already managed to accumulate an impressive client list of her own even while working on everything else her two bosses had delegated to her. This was the best job she’d ever had. Great perks, decent salary.

  She considered the chance to surreptitiously ogle Jamison Wolfe one of the perks, and since he barely gave her the time of day, she had a lot of chances to check him out without him noticing. Now the rough, deep rumble of his voice rose through the office walls and sent a shiver creeping deliciously through her, and for a moment, Caite sat back in her chair to see if she could catch a peek at him across the hall. He often paced while he hollered, and she wasn’t disappointed now when he passed by his open door. Today he wore the charcoal suit with the deep pink shirt and silver-and-pink tie. One of Caite’s favorites.

  Jamison pivoted on one perfectly shined black shoe, running a hand through his dark hair and rumpling it as she watched. When he turned, the light caught the glint of silver at his temples. With the phone clamped to his ear, his brow furrowed, he looked both formidable and regal, even when he started shouting again. That was the thing about him. Unlike a lot of men, who sputtered or turned red-faced and ugly in their fury, Jamison Wolfe never looked anything less than perfect.

  “Caite?”

  Startled, Caite swiveled in her chair to fully face the door, where her other boss, Elise Baron, had appeared. In contrast to Jamison, Elise looked anything but perfect. Her fair hair, usually pulled into a sleek French twist, had come loose around her face with pieces stuck lightly to her glistening forehead and cheeks. In the past month, her pregnancy had really begun to show, and her maternity suit wasn’t as tailored or flattering as the ones she usually wore—now her blouse had come untucked from the elastic waistband of her skirt. She’d taken off her shoes to reveal swollen feet and ankles, and her pale skin looked not only threaded with blue and red varicose veins but also oddly dimpled, as though she’d poked a finger into rising bread dough and left behind an indentation that was only slowly filling in.

  “Elise. Hey. Are you okay?”

  “No. I don’t think so.” Elise swallowed heavily and gripped the doorframe as she swayed. “I don’t feel well at all.”

  “Sit.” Caite was up at once, taking Elise by the elbow to lead her to the futon across from her desk. Elise gave a grateful sigh as she sank onto it. “What’s going on?”

  “I woke up with a headache today, but I figured it was just my normal sinus stuff going on. Allergies. But it’s been getting worse and I’m noticing a lot of swelling in my ankles.” Elise blinked rapidly, her normally implacable demeanor shaken. “I should call Steph.”

  “You sit. I’ll do it. I think I should call your doctor, too. You don’t look good.” Caite knelt in front of Elise to chafe her hands. Elise’s cheeks, plump with pregnancy, nevertheless looked hollowed, her skin gray and clammy. Caite didn’t know much about pregnancy beyond the fact she had no desire to get in that condition herself for a long time, but something was clearly not right. “Let me get you some water, too.”

  With a nod, Elise sat back against the futon’s rigid cushion and closed her eyes. Caite got up and went to the water cooler in the hall. She drew a paper cup of cool water and paused in Jamison’s doorway on the way back, but he was still on the phone facing away from her. He’d moved beyond the yelling to the coldly determined negotiating portion of the conversation, which meant he was almost finished. Poking her head around the corner to the reception area, Caite motioned to Bobby, who was busy at the front desk dealing with the mail.

  “Hey. Get Steph on the line, Elise isn’t feeling well. Get the number of her doctor, too. I’m going to go back and sit with her, make sure she’s okay. She looked really bad.”

  Bobby looked surprised. “What’s wrong with her?”

  “Don’t know. Phone, Bobby,” Caite said firmly. For a guy who worked for a company that dealt in handling the media affairs of celebrities, he hadn’t yet mastered the art of not being nosy.

  She took the water to Elise, who didn’t look any better but sipped slowly from the cup. Caite looked her over, cataloging the symptoms she could see so that when she got the doctor on the phone, she’d be ready to describe them. The phone on her desk rang with the distinctive one-two beat of an internal transfer. That would be Steph.

  “Hey,” she said, wasting no time with a greeting. “It’s Caite. Elise isn’t feeling well. She asked me to call you.”

  Steph reacted immediately. “What’s wrong? Is she sick? Oh, God. Is it the baby? Is the baby coming early?”

  “I don’t think so.” Caite quickly described the symptoms she’d noted, listening to the rapid sound of Steph’s breathing. She was going to hyperventilate at this rate. “Did you give Bobby the doctor’s number?”

  “Yes. Oh, God. It sounds like it’s preeclampsia. I told her not to go into work today!”

  “It’s going to be all right.�