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?
“Not to you. But to Kate, it’s exactly the same thing.” I clench my fists, frustrated. “So what are you saying? I have to invite the guy over to my place for a freaking slumber party? Do each other’s nails?” She rolls her eyes. “No, you don’t have to be friends with him. You just…
She writhes on the bed and moans, a needy, desperate sound that spurs me on. A few more drops are poured on her stomach. Kate tenses reflexively, but relaxes again when my warm mouth glides across her skin, following the path of the sweet liquid. Her moans turn to gasps as I lick and suck…
But his eyes said so much more. They said, ‘You may be thirty years old, but I will still kick your ass up and down Park Avenue if you don’t make this right real motherfucking quick.’ And so here we are. At Matthew and Delores’s grand New York City wedding reception, courtesy of Frank and…
Yeah-I know. I can’t believe I just said that, either. In front of a room full of people. In front of Kate’s mother. And if the horrified gasp that sounds suspiciously like my girlfriend’s voice is any indication? There’s an excellent chance I’ll go the rest of my life without ever getting head again. Still,…
But I need more. I need to feel her-be closer. I nudge her further onto the bed and climb on behind her. Then, still buried inside, I pull Kate up by her shoulders and bend my knees so she’s straddling me-but facing away. Reverse Cowgirl Style. My chest presses against her back. Her hair tickles…
Kate sees the wisdom of my words. Or else she’s just as horny as I am. Her body relaxes against mine and her arms tighten around my shoulders, giving in. Victory is mine. My hand slides beneath her robe, palming her soft, gorgeous tit. And I whisper, “Tell me you missed me last night.” She…
But I’m always up for a challenge. Pun intended. I don’t want you to think that fuckiversaries are just about humping like dogs either. Although, that position is always fun. But no, it’s also about tradition. Sentiment. Presents. For a first wedding anniversary, gifts are supposed to be made of paper or some kind of…
“It’s called a-“ “Bullet,” I finish for her. “Yeah, I know.” I stare at it. And images of Kate writhing under me-bordering on the brink of insanity and begging to come-fill my head. My voice comes out rough, but worshipful. “You are the most awesome girlfriend ever.” I wrap my arms around her and kiss…
“Let it go, Drew. And after Mackenzie leaves, you can bite my ass instead.” He laughs. And nips at my earlobe. “You’re right. That’ll be a lot more fun.” ************************************************************** The Honeymoon’s Over (Drew POV) Endorphins: chemicals in the brain that instill feelings of well-being or euphoria. They’re the reason we keep going back to…
She folds her arms and scoffs, “I am not a drama queen.” I hold up my fingers. “Two words, Kate: Chanel suit.” You remember, don’t you? The one I bought her from Saks, after our first screw-fest? Her eyes narrow. “What about it?” My eyebrows rise. “What about it? You set it on fire.” Yep-she…