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186 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 1, 2016
We're going to fuck tonight. Your bed. Mine. On the floor. In the shower. Against the window. All. Goddamn. Night. You're going to know me from every angle when the sun comes up over New Jersey tomorrow.
That's Duke's clit between your thighs, Samantha. No one touches that clit but Duke. You need it polished, teased, banged, or just plain slapped, who's the one you call?
Be a good girl when you answer and I'll kiss it again later."
You're going to have no doubt how much I appreciate being allowed to squeeze myself into your body. If I ever think you're unsure, my tongue will service you between the legs until there's no question. Until you scream the doubt free, along with my name.
I don't want to be another responsibility to you.
Let me be the place you lose yourself instead."
"He was completely lost for this woman."
"Yeah. Tonight, she’d set herself up for a fall."
"The ownership in his eyes, the way he’d touched her…there must have been a small, long-denied piece of Samantha that craved the chance to belong to someone, as sure as they belonged to her."Samantha rolls into town with one purpose and Duke Crawford wasn't exactly what she had in mind. When Duke offers to help her out, there is an instant connection between the two. Samantha is more than concerned about getting tied up with anyone. She has worked hard to protect herself, but considering her current dilemma, Duke might just be the answer to all of her worries. When Duke and Samantha come together, the chemistry is sizzling, and when the emotional connection is made, they both are terrified! Duke will do anything to convince Samantha that she is made for him!
“If it does hurt in the morning, I’ll find somewhere private to cup you in my hand. Right where it’s sore. I’ll apologize and give you a nice, easy rub. Kiss the sexy mouth that took me to the throat.”
“Church, work, restaurants, up the pathway to the house. I’m going to hold an umbrella over your head when it’s raining. I’m going to carry you when you’re sick. Carry your sketchbooks, too. I’ll do that for my sweetheart. I’ll do everything.”Told in dual POV, Worked Up is a passionate sexy romance with endearing characters and a heartwarming plot. Duke is one of my favorite characters from the series, and it was quite a treat to witness him finally meeting his match. Samantha is a vibrant heroine, and her awkward, quirky actions were laugh out loud funny! The supporting characters continue to enhance this small town and keep me coming back for more!
“I’m going to wear your come all night, sweetheart. Right where it’s meant to be. On my cock, like a badge of fucking honor. I’m going to run my hand over it when no one’s looking, feel that dampness and remember the sweet pussy it came from.”
Wasn’t every day someone caught him off guard, but this pretty girl whose voice oozed education, this girl with the stubborn—and…fuck it, cute—nose, had unsettled his stomach ever since gliding into the bar. Like a bad omen.
All factory mechanic Duke Crawford wants is to watch SportsCentre in peace. He has enough responsibility and chaos in his life with living with four divorced sisters and life has taught him that relationships aren’t for him. Until a tiny, hot brunette walks into the very bar he’s been trying to watch sport and suddenly peace is out of the question. The more time he spends with her, he realises he wants nothing more than to protect her and fix all her problems.
There were men. And then there was Duke Crawford.
Samantha Waverly is just as big a commitment-phobe as Duke, she’s learned that promises isn’t something people keep. But the only way of achieving her dream work is to marry, and the huge warrior-looking Duke has just offered her a no-strings attach way to achieve it – marriage with no promises, just a way to get her dream and them to explore the passionate chemistry between them.
“One kiss. I can’t give you any more than that.” His fist came up to bang against the glass. “Don’t ask me to bring you inside. Please. I’m not the kind of man you’re looking for. But you’d get me, regardless, if we fucked. You hearing me, sweetheart?”
But feelings has a way of getting in the way of plans and soon the lines start to blur, commitment and promises start to sound very good.
Apparently it was possible for a woman to burrow under your skin so deep you were afraid to see what happened if you yanked her out.
Duke is a big bear of a man, a bit grumpy but whose heart is just as big as his body, caring for his four sisters, giving his friend Vaughn and his family a place to live. I just loved him. Also mechanics are so hot ;-) I love how protective he was over his sisters and then over Sam, how possessive he was over her. Everything about him was so damn sexy!
And there was that look again from Duke. Probably the way Adam had looked at Eve, or more accurately, the way a caveman had looked at his first source of food. Mine. He didn’t even have to say the word; she could feel him thinking it. It starved her.
I loved Sam and her imagination. I loved that she was a children’s book illustrator and how her artistic nature made her see things in a different way, how she would imagine Duke as a gladiator, then as a pirate, a warrior, a superhero. It was amazing. Also her punny jokes were hilarious and I loved that she was kind-of awkward among others, that she couldn’t help herself from making bad jokes or accidentally hitting her head. She was adorable.
“Samantha,” he said, packing steel into his voice. “Somewhere along the way, I stopped being afraid of commitment and started being afraid of losing you.”
I love instant attractions so of course I loved the way both Duke and Sam reacted towards each other, especially since both of them didn’t want a relationship but were unable to deny the intense pull between them. They way cynical Duke tried to keep away from Sam, but it proved impossible for him, and then warning all other men away from her (he could be quite a delicious caveman ;-) ), wanting her all for himself. And I loved that he was the main pursuer of their relationship, that he realised first just how important she was to him. The sexy times were smoking and Duke is quite dominant in the bedroom, which was very sexy.
His woman would get her satisfaction when, where, and how she needed it. Everyone else could deal.
I love the way this author writes, her books always make me swoon and happy with her sexy dirty-talking alphas and how possessive and protective they are over their women. This was an excellent addition to this wonderful series and a must read for all Tessa Bailey fans. If you have not read her books yet, and you’re a fan of sweet and sexy romances with lots of dirty-talk, then she is a must read.
"I feel like if I...break apart, I'll be put back together differently. I don't know."
"What if I let you put me back together differently, too?"
"Go on, sweetheart. Tell them my name. Loud enough for them to remember it and tell the stories to their friends at breakfast. About the girl in the next room getting it so hard, they had to call security. They'll have no idea I'm the one who worships you. That I would work overtime for a decade just to hear you call me a warrior. Go on. Confuse them. Say my name loud enough that they think you're going to open your legs for it whenever I unzip my jeans. But we both know I'll be begging you to let ME unzip YOURS. You might be the loud one, but I'm your slave."
Falling asleep in Duke's unyielding grip hadn't required a moment of thought. She'd just done it. Because it had felt...like a destination."
...the girl busted a hole in his gut every time she looked his direction, and at the same time somehow patching up all the holes inflicted over the years.
"Somewhere along the way, I stopped being afraid of commitment and started being afraid of losing you."
“I’m going to wear your come all night, sweetheart. Right where it’s meant to be. On my cock, like a badge of fucking honor. I’m going to run my hand over it when no one’s looking, feel that dampness and remember the sweet pussy it came from.”
Mother Mary. There were men. And then there was Duke Crawford. He wasn’t pretty or sculpted. Didn’t have the kind of physique that would land him on the pages of a calendar or on a “hot bodies” board on Pinterest. No no. Duke was husky and covered in hair. A bear among mere cubs.
“What do you call a melon that can’t get married? … A can’t elope.”