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322 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 21, 2019
This is love. This is us. This is happiness.
You’re it for me, Cookie. Partly because I don’t think anyone else could stand me but mostly because I don’t want to sit and watch telly on the sofa with anybody else. I want to be old, grey, fat, and happy with you.
How does he make me love him and hate him every minute of the day?
“My love for you is as real as your love for that daft horse show, Freya. I even love how you sound like Hagrid from Harry Potter when you’re feeling poorly. I love that you hate drinking out of anything other than a coffee cup. I love that most designers would sketch beautiful women’s dresses or shoes but you sketch cat pyjamas and paw slippers.”
”Did you say ‘best mate’?” He shrugs. “Aye, you have been nearly since the second we met, which is why I want my teammates to know you. You’re my wee treasure, and I’m right proud of you.”
”You are a proper pain in my arse, Mac. Do you know that?” He beams happily. “It’s a good thing you have a great arse then.”
”Your size and your shape are bonnie, and you don’t need to trip over your words in front of a guy you fancy because you should never doubt how beautiful you are.” He swallows a seemingly uncomfortable lump in his throat, and adds, “But even if I can’t cure you of this warped view you have about your body, you need to remember you’re funny, and smart, and talented, with loads of other qualities that make the fact that you’re drop-dead gorgeous a really nice perk. Any man would be lucky to talk to you.”
”Your body is everything I fucking want.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your curves.” Kiss to my shoulder. “Your dimples.” Kiss to my neck. “Your softness.” Kiss to my breasts, and my belly, and my…oh my fucking God, he’s on his knees. “Your heat,” he murmurs against my legs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my knickers. He drags them down slowly, and I’m suddenly hugely grateful that I splurged on a full Brazilian wax yesterday. He presses me down onto the bed and slowly spreads my legs and hitches them up onto his shoulders.
”Leslie bought me this vibrator, but that thing never sees the light of day.” “And it won’t, if I have anything to say about it,” I growl, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling her womanly fragrance as if it’s my last breath.
I quickly grab the bottom of this ridiculous nurse’s outfit that she actually thought she could wear in public and rip it off of her. It tears in the movement, and a satisfied smile spreads across my face. “No more naughty nurse, I guess,” I murmur against her skin, sucking hard wee spots all over her breasts as they bounce with every thrust she makes. “You’re just Freya, and you’re mine. All fucking mine.”