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

by Meghan Quinn

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

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.

You’ve parted the clouds that were hanging over me, and you let the sunshine in.”