Those Three Little Words (The Vancouver Agitators, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

I learned from a young age that life is short, and you have to fucking enjoy every second of it. So my rule is to say yes. Say yes to as much shit as you can.

Never hurts a man’s ego to hear the woman he’s been lusting after for two years thinks he’s attractive. Nope, I’m going to keep that little nugget of info very close to my dick.

“Uhh . . . because you’re a fucking goddess and being recognized by you feels really fucking amazing,” I say before I can stop myself.

I. Want. Her. Need. Her. Bad. And I’m not sure anything can stop me from having her tonight.

He shakes his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Penny. Hockey doesn’t come first. You and this baby do.”

Okay . . . well, slap me in the ass because I believe heart eyes are beaming out of me, right in front of my parents, over a plate of lasagna.

I must say, ladies, we might be able to run the country with the kind of work we do.”

“I shall do my best in getting this man to stick his penis inside me.”

Smiling to myself, I take off, quickly walking toward my office where I’ll hang out and watch

Bridgerton until I’ve wasted enough time making him even more jealous.

“How could I put words in your mouth when apparently the only thing I put in there is my pussy.”