Touch Me Like You Do by A.J. Marx

Sometimes love has nothing to do with it.
Everything was fine until that sexy and brilliant, blue-eyed Adonis, Shayne Matthews, walked onto the stage of the convention.
He wasn’t even supposed to be here.
But from the second he opned his mouth and that sultry voice said my name, all I’ve done is daydream about what he looked like under those fancy dress clothes.
What’s wrong with me? I’m not that kind of girl.
I’m a professional, I don’t get distracted. And this speaking engagement was the next step in my career—I can’t be going all gaga even if he was hotter than sin.
There’s just something about him, something that tempts me to break all my rules.
All I had to do was say yes.