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

by Meghan Quinn

I’d never joke about fucking you . . . ever.”

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

Penny Lawes is done with me. Even though I’m not remotely done with her.

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

I shall take you down, dear sir, do not mess with these hormones.

Does she know I fucking live for the smell of that lotion? That I so look forward to the smell of it at night that I actually bought myself a travel-size bottle. And I’m so pathetic that I rub it on my hands at night before I go to bed when I’m away.