Drew Evans, a confident playboy and successful businessman, suddenly isolates himself, claiming he has the flu. The real reason? Katherine Brooks, a smart and ambitious new hire at his father’s firm, turns his life upside down. Drew’s attraction to her challenges his arrogance, leading him to question everything. Can he win at love?
“The baby grows in the mommy’s tummy, right?” “More or less.” “How does that happen . . . exactly?” Drew rubs his fingers over his lips, thinking it over. And I hold my breath. “Well, you know when you’re painting? And you mix blue and red together? And you get . . .” “Purple!” “Excellent,…
Matthew looks back and forth between us. Then he rushes off in Drew’s direction. Dee Dee has him so well trained. She puts the Dog Whisperer to shame. I hug her good-bye. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” And then I head for the door without looking back. Images I’ve never lived by myself. At eighteen, I…
“You lost me. I have no idea what you just said.” I close my eyes. And just like that, my anger deflates. Hurt fills me instead. “Forget it, Drew.” As I walk down the hall, his voice follows me. “What the fuck just happened?” I’m too tired to try and explain it anymore. Usually when…
Even though he’s pushing seventy, he’s got the energy of a twenty-year-old. And I suspect he’s got more than a few bull-riding stories up his sleeve. I open my mouth to accept the invite, but Drew cuts me off. “We’d love to, Jack, but unfortunately Kate and I have a previously scheduled appointment. There’s a…
“For you? Always.” He spins me around and slaps me on the rear. “Now get that delectable ass in the shower so we can go. The sooner we eat, the quicker we can come back here and fuck till the sun comes up.” He really doesn’t mean to be as crude as he sounds. Yeah-you’re…
“I love you, Kate.” His hands still hold my face. Both of us panting-moving faster-getting closer. It feels spiritual. A holy communion. Drew’s voice is hushed. Breathless. “Tell me you’ll never leave me.” His eyes are soft now, liquid silver. Pleading for reassurance. For all his audacity and overconfidence, I think there’s a part of…
“Noted.” Drew picks me up and carries me to the shower. We stand under the warm spray and wash each other worshipfully. Then Drew wraps us in thick, heated towels and bears me to bed. He pulls the blanket up over both of us and holds me tight against him. And it makes me feel…
“On your back, big boy.” I know what he’s thinking. Can’t you almost hear him? “Mmm . . . Kate wants to run the show? Interesting.” He backs up and brings his wrists to the posts of the headboard. I circle his wrists and lock the half moons in place. Click. Click. He gives each…
To my ass. His hand kneads and rubs, then his fingers glide around the mounds of flesh. Back and forth over the hypersensitive hole between them. And I tense up. This is new territory for us. Well-for me. I have no doubt that Drew has, at one time or another, been inside every available orifice…
I’m almost offended. “The Electric Slide? I don’t think so.” Not that I have anything against dancing. Some guys will tell you it’s effeminate but I’m not one of them. Today’s dancing is practically sex with your clothes on, dry humping in a room full of people. And I’m definitely into that. “What? Too cool…