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364 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 11, 2013
That’s right. I was a goddamn professional. No guys with stormy eyes and a fuck me smile and a magic tongue was going to stand in the way of that. Because I was a goddamn professional.
Damn him. Damn all good looking guys and their chin dimples and well-proportioned muscles and their hair that you want to touch so bad you can barely sit still. Damn them all to the fiery pits of hell.
Oh, fuck me. Again. His eyes were half-closed, his hair falling in front of them. And his voice. Oh, his voice touched me in places that a voice shouldn’t have access to.
I am the master of hand jobs. My hands are just that fantastic when a penis is placed in one of them. I could teach a damn class on this. Probably because my blow job skills left a little to be desired. I couldn’t help it if I had a gag reflex.
He looked up and grinned at me and I swear I wanted to fuck that smile. Yes, I know that’s not possible. I mean, he did fuck me with his mouth, but this was something different.
“I don’t just want nights, Sunshine.” He put the fork down and continued to look at me with such intensity it was almost hard to look back. “I don’t want just nights. I want mornings. And mid-mornings and late mornings and noons and afternoons and evenings and everything in between. Sunrises, and sunsets, and twilight. I want it all.”…..”I want to be with you. Definitions and everything. I want to call you mine.”
I loved him. Over the moon, past the stars, couldn’t breathe, smiled whenever I thought about him, couldn’t keep my hands off him, pictured a wedding and ginger babies and growing old and rocking chairs, love. He drove me crazy, made me laugh, and understood me in a way that few people did. I fucking loved him and I wanted everyone to know it…”
Love with Lucah was something I couldn’t control, and something I didn’t want to control. Loving him was letting go. Surrendering.
“You’re not having sex with anyone else, are you?”
“No, Sunshine. I would rather wake up with you than go to bed with anyone else.”
“ We don’t have to actually do anything. Just make sure they sit next to each other. The God of Love will do the rest.”
“The God of Love? We talking the Greek or Roman one?”
“The American one. Alcohol.”
All because of Lucas Blaine and his stupid magical tongue and lovely penis.
"How in the name of everything holy did I end up on my back on the polished mahogany table in the boardroom getting the daylights fucked out of me by one of the sexiest men alive?"
"This was only happening because I hadn't gotten laid in months. I was just a little sex starved, that was all."
"Okay, so I'm not into owning or being owned. I'm a progressive woman. I believe in gender equality. But honestly, I was ready to be his tonight."
"I don't want just nights. I want mornings. And mid-mornings and late mornings and noons and afternoons and evenings and everything in between. Sunrises and sunsets and twilight. I want it all."*Complimentary copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review*