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Synopsis
WARNING: THIS BOOK IS FOR 18+ ONLY DUE TO THE SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES AND ADULT LANGUAGE.
Julie Reavis thinks the sorority sluts at her expensive Liberal Arts private school are all idiots. For some reason they've wrongly mislabeled Dylan, her brother Will's long time best friend (all six feet, four inches of his buff, blonde, Greek god like gorgeousness) as being gay. However, she doesn't mind using their mistake to make Dylan an indecent proposal.
After an embarrassing incident with a smoking hot frat boy, sexually inexperienced Jules asks Dylan to educate her in the bedroom, showing her how to be sexier and more desired by men. In exchange for his help, she'll pretend to be his girlfriend, including throwing in a few PDAs in front of the sorority sluts he's been lusting after for months.
Millionaire Dylan Daughtry is tired of dealing with greedy gold diggers, but he's desperate to get laid. He's so desperate that he considers going behind his best friend Will's back to teach his little sister, Jules, the art of pleasuring men in exchange for her help "getting out of the closet" and squashing rumors about his sexuality.
Dylan surrenders to the temptation of Jules's offer, and they immediately start off her sex-ed with a bang. Dylan had no idea that the sweet, shy, and innocent Jules he's known almost his whole life is a sexy little exhibitionist, or that he'd instantly become addicted to her. Now, he's irrationally jealous of the frat boy he's supposed to be helping Jules get. Dylan just can't stop thinking about her and their sexual escapades. And suddenly, the idea of Jules "experimenting" with anyone but him between the sheets, in elevators, or in parking lots turns him into a possessive, half-crazed madman.
Jules is everything Dylan's been looking for, and he knows without a doubt he'll never be able to trust any woman the way he does her. She could care less about his money, and refuses to let him spend a penny of it on her. Despite how much he wants her, he also knows his best friend will never approve of him going after his little sister, so Dylan decides to just make Jules his sexy little secret.
Jules is falling helplessly in love with Dylan, even though she knows he only sees her as a temporary booty call, part of their indecent proposal to help each other out. After Dylan's assurance that he wants more, she wonders if it's possible that he could actually be falling for her, too. She has her doubts, since Dylan made it clear that he doesn't have any plans of telling her brother the truth about what the two of them have been doing behind his back.
Despite their sneaking around, Will eventually catches Dylan and Jules in the act. He's quick to call bullshit on Dylan's confession of love, and is sure he'll end up breaking Jules's heart sooner rather than later. Will's prediction comes true when a secret Dylan has been keeping from Will and Jules is uncovered and made public, leaving Jules crushed beyond repair. Dylan suddenly realizes that the most important things in life can never be bought, even with his millions. Now he'll have to figure out a way to beg for forgiveness after hurting the one person he'd give away his entire fortune to have.
Excerpts
Whereas most guys standing around the big crowded room looked rather dumpy in their white togas (like my brother), Dylan somehow made the white sash work with his gigantic, lean, six foot four frame. Well, his frame wasn't as lanky and lean as it used to be, I couldn't help but notice. He was showing a lot of smooth, muscular, tan skin tonight. Finally filling out all his height, and with his short sandy blonde hair, sensual pouty lips that begged to be kissed, and strong golden jawline, he looked like a Greek god. Or even better, Kellan Lutz. I suddenly understood the Tri Sigs mischaracterization - Dylan looked too damn good to be straight. Of course, I couldn't look at the man without thinking about that night with him in Vegas almost a year ago. We'd all flown in for our friends Tyler and Jess's wedding. Since I had been a last minute edition, I had to share a room with Will and Dylan. Dylan "accidentally" climbed into my bed with me, instead of his own. Reaching out in the darkness, his big, seeking hand had felt me up, startling me awake. At first I was certain it was just one of my more realistic dreams about being with the man I’d lusted after for the better part of my teen years. Then, Dylan’s deep soothing voice interrupted the quiet silence of the night, so close to me that I shivered when he said, "Oh shit! Sorry, Jules." For some reason he continued lying beside me, which confused me until I woke up a bit more, and realized that despite his words, he still hadn’t removed his hand. In fact it began taking a slow, caressing expedition up my leg, with a layover on my ass. His hand was so warm it felt like it could burn a hole in my pajama bottoms. Not wanting him to move his hand, or ever cease touching me, I'd responded with a quiet, sleepy, "Don’t stop." When Dylan breathlessly asked if I was sure, he sounded as if he was just as affected as I was at our first intimate encounter. I didn't even hesitate with my barely audible, "Yes."
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"So, Jules," Dylan started, and I gasped when his big hand grabbed the side of my body that was hidden from the room full of people. "What's underneath your sheet?" His voice was deep and growling, sounding even lower than normal as his thumb brushed over the outside of my breast before it slid down. It finally came to a stop at my hip, like he was searching for bra and panty lines. "Nothing on top, and barely anything on the bottom," I said, without breaking eye contact. It was amazing I could form words, much less a full sentence, with the way my body was freaking the fuck out at his sexy question. It was impossible not to notice that Dylan's eyes had darkened from their normal grassy green to a hazy, lustful, army green during our verbal exchange. "God. Damn," he muttered under his breath. His grip tightened on my hip while his thumb brushed back and forth teasingly along the string of my thong. "That is so. Fucking. Hot." "What's hot?" Will suddenly appeared beside us and asked. Dylan and I both jumped like we'd been shot. "Pizza rolls. Burn the shit out of my mouth every single time," I told him quickly, while Dylan's hand eased away from my hip and he took a step back from me. He not so subtly reached down and pressed his palm to the area of his sheet that covered his groin. Huh. What the hell had gotten into him tonight?"Yeah, the delicious bastards do that, don't they?" Will agreed with my quickly made up "hot" pizza roll diversion. "Dylan, did you tell Jules how slutty her 'toga' looks, and that she should be ashamed of herself, wearing so little in public?" "Those were pretty much my exact words," Dylan nodded and lied, refusing to look at me or my brother.
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"Maybe I should just give up on guys and become a nun.""You could try being gay, cause that technique is working really great for me," he said, and I couldn't help my smile. The tall man was incredible, and it was hard to believe he didn't have women all over him. He always did in high school. Well, he did now too, but they all thought he was gay. He was going to have to come out of the closet if he ever wanted to get laid. That thought made an imaginary light bulb go off over my head."If you help me, then I'll help you," I told him. "What?" he asked with a crinkled forehead, running a hand through his messy hair. My hands, currently on my hips, twitched, wanting to do the same. "I'll pretend to date you and help you come out of the closet, if you'll help me … figure out how to be sexy and more … adventurous." There were lots of things I'd never done sexually… well okay, basically everything. If Dylan agreed then maybe I could figure things out gradually and not look like such a prude with a guy I was trying to hook up with. I knew he had been with a lot, and I mean a lot of girls in high school, and that he was an amazing kisser. I bet he'd be pretty amazing at everything else too. "What do you mean?" he asked raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "I mean, I'll help you show the Sigs that you're not gay with PDAs or whatever, if you'll show me how to do … things ... in, ah…bed." I was barely able to croak out the last word. "In bed?" he repeated the two words slowly, his green eyes going wide in shock. "I need someone to show me how to … be with a man in ah, more ways than just plain old missionary."
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WARNING: THIS BOOK IS FOR 18+ ONLY DUE TO THE SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES AND ADULT LANGUAGE.
Julie Reavis thinks the sorority sluts at her expensive Liberal Arts private school are all idiots. For some reason they've wrongly mislabeled Dylan, her brother Will's long time best friend (all six feet, four inches of his buff, blonde, Greek god like gorgeousness) as being gay. However, she doesn't mind using their mistake to make Dylan an indecent proposal.
After an embarrassing incident with a smoking hot frat boy, sexually inexperienced Jules asks Dylan to educate her in the bedroom, showing her how to be sexier and more desired by men. In exchange for his help, she'll pretend to be his girlfriend, including throwing in a few PDAs in front of the sorority sluts he's been lusting after for months.
Millionaire Dylan Daughtry is tired of dealing with greedy gold diggers, but he's desperate to get laid. He's so desperate that he considers going behind his best friend Will's back to teach his little sister, Jules, the art of pleasuring men in exchange for her help "getting out of the closet" and squashing rumors about his sexuality.
Dylan surrenders to the temptation of Jules's offer, and they immediately start off her sex-ed with a bang. Dylan had no idea that the sweet, shy, and innocent Jules he's known almost his whole life is a sexy little exhibitionist, or that he'd instantly become addicted to her. Now, he's irrationally jealous of the frat boy he's supposed to be helping Jules get. Dylan just can't stop thinking about her and their sexual escapades. And suddenly, the idea of Jules "experimenting" with anyone but him between the sheets, in elevators, or in parking lots turns him into a possessive, half-crazed madman.
Jules is everything Dylan's been looking for, and he knows without a doubt he'll never be able to trust any woman the way he does her. She could care less about his money, and refuses to let him spend a penny of it on her. Despite how much he wants her, he also knows his best friend will never approve of him going after his little sister, so Dylan decides to just make Jules his sexy little secret.
Jules is falling helplessly in love with Dylan, even though she knows he only sees her as a temporary booty call, part of their indecent proposal to help each other out. After Dylan's assurance that he wants more, she wonders if it's possible that he could actually be falling for her, too. She has her doubts, since Dylan made it clear that he doesn't have any plans of telling her brother the truth about what the two of them have been doing behind his back.
Despite their sneaking around, Will eventually catches Dylan and Jules in the act. He's quick to call bullshit on Dylan's confession of love, and is sure he'll end up breaking Jules's heart sooner rather than later. Will's prediction comes true when a secret Dylan has been keeping from Will and Jules is uncovered and made public, leaving Jules crushed beyond repair. Dylan suddenly realizes that the most important things in life can never be bought, even with his millions. Now he'll have to figure out a way to beg for forgiveness after hurting the one person he'd give away his entire fortune to have.
Excerpts
Whereas most guys standing around the big crowded room looked rather dumpy in their white togas (like my brother), Dylan somehow made the white sash work with his gigantic, lean, six foot four frame. Well, his frame wasn't as lanky and lean as it used to be, I couldn't help but notice. He was showing a lot of smooth, muscular, tan skin tonight. Finally filling out all his height, and with his short sandy blonde hair, sensual pouty lips that begged to be kissed, and strong golden jawline, he looked like a Greek god. Or even better, Kellan Lutz. I suddenly understood the Tri Sigs mischaracterization - Dylan looked too damn good to be straight. Of course, I couldn't look at the man without thinking about that night with him in Vegas almost a year ago. We'd all flown in for our friends Tyler and Jess's wedding. Since I had been a last minute edition, I had to share a room with Will and Dylan. Dylan "accidentally" climbed into my bed with me, instead of his own. Reaching out in the darkness, his big, seeking hand had felt me up, startling me awake. At first I was certain it was just one of my more realistic dreams about being with the man I’d lusted after for the better part of my teen years. Then, Dylan’s deep soothing voice interrupted the quiet silence of the night, so close to me that I shivered when he said, "Oh shit! Sorry, Jules." For some reason he continued lying beside me, which confused me until I woke up a bit more, and realized that despite his words, he still hadn’t removed his hand. In fact it began taking a slow, caressing expedition up my leg, with a layover on my ass. His hand was so warm it felt like it could burn a hole in my pajama bottoms. Not wanting him to move his hand, or ever cease touching me, I'd responded with a quiet, sleepy, "Don’t stop." When Dylan breathlessly asked if I was sure, he sounded as if he was just as affected as I was at our first intimate encounter. I didn't even hesitate with my barely audible, "Yes."
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"So, Jules," Dylan started, and I gasped when his big hand grabbed the side of my body that was hidden from the room full of people. "What's underneath your sheet?" His voice was deep and growling, sounding even lower than normal as his thumb brushed over the outside of my breast before it slid down. It finally came to a stop at my hip, like he was searching for bra and panty lines. "Nothing on top, and barely anything on the bottom," I said, without breaking eye contact. It was amazing I could form words, much less a full sentence, with the way my body was freaking the fuck out at his sexy question. It was impossible not to notice that Dylan's eyes had darkened from their normal grassy green to a hazy, lustful, army green during our verbal exchange. "God. Damn," he muttered under his breath. His grip tightened on my hip while his thumb brushed back and forth teasingly along the string of my thong. "That is so. Fucking. Hot." "What's hot?" Will suddenly appeared beside us and asked. Dylan and I both jumped like we'd been shot. "Pizza rolls. Burn the shit out of my mouth every single time," I told him quickly, while Dylan's hand eased away from my hip and he took a step back from me. He not so subtly reached down and pressed his palm to the area of his sheet that covered his groin. Huh. What the hell had gotten into him tonight?"Yeah, the delicious bastards do that, don't they?" Will agreed with my quickly made up "hot" pizza roll diversion. "Dylan, did you tell Jules how slutty her 'toga' looks, and that she should be ashamed of herself, wearing so little in public?" "Those were pretty much my exact words," Dylan nodded and lied, refusing to look at me or my brother.
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"Maybe I should just give up on guys and become a nun.""You could try being gay, cause that technique is working really great for me," he said, and I couldn't help my smile. The tall man was incredible, and it was hard to believe he didn't have women all over him. He always did in high school. Well, he did now too, but they all thought he was gay. He was going to have to come out of the closet if he ever wanted to get laid. That thought made an imaginary light bulb go off over my head."If you help me, then I'll help you," I told him. "What?" he asked with a crinkled forehead, running a hand through his messy hair. My hands, currently on my hips, twitched, wanting to do the same. "I'll pretend to date you and help you come out of the closet, if you'll help me … figure out how to be sexy and more … adventurous." There were lots of things I'd never done sexually… well okay, basically everything. If Dylan agreed then maybe I could figure things out gradually and not look like such a prude with a guy I was trying to hook up with. I knew he had been with a lot, and I mean a lot of girls in high school, and that he was an amazing kisser. I bet he'd be pretty amazing at everything else too. "What do you mean?" he asked raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "I mean, I'll help you show the Sigs that you're not gay with PDAs or whatever, if you'll show me how to do … things ... in, ah…bed." I was barely able to croak out the last word. "In bed?" he repeated the two words slowly, his green eyes going wide in shock. "I need someone to show me how to … be with a man in ah, more ways than just plain old missionary."
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