More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Dark-brown wavy hair, square jaw, and the biggest dimples when he smiles.
He’s very tall, maybe six foot four. Broad shoulders and built, but there’s something about the way he’s talking to his group of friends. He’s all animated and laughing, and they’re hanging on his every word as he commands their attention.
“Call me.” Then without warning he leans over and kisses my cheek; his lips linger for a beat on my skin, and the smell of his aftershave wafts around me.
“He’s an engineer,” I whisper. “Who gives a fuck. I would sleep with him if he was homeless.”
“I don’t fuck on first dates.” I smirk as I put my hands on my hips, acting indignant. “You do now.” The mood changes as his dark eyes sweep down over my body. Suddenly I’m nervous. Because hell, this has been the best night, and I want it to have an even happier ending and blow his mind. He puts his hand around my throat, steps forward, and puts his lips to my ear. “You are going to take my cock so fucking good,” he whispers. His breath brushes my ear and sends goose bumps up my spine. “Like the bad girl I know you want to be.”
With his hand in a viselike grip around my throat, he licks up the side of my face. “Are you creamy for me, baby?”
Charming Henley James is nice, but choke hold Henley James is next level.
His body is rippled with muscles, and his large cock springs free. I swallow the lump in my throat. Okay . . . that’s a lot of man meat.
His grip on my hip tightens, and he slams in hard, knocking the air from my lungs. Ow . . . okay, maybe a little. Then he is riding me hard, the sound of our skin is slapping loudly, echoing through his room. I try to hold myself up, but it’s hard when you are being fucked by a Mack truck.
😳🫣😏
I shouldn’t be doing it. I am well aware of how creepy it is, especially since we hate each other, but somehow that makes it so much more delicious. A wicked temptation.
👀🕵🏽♀️
I hear Juliet’s voice, and I glance up to see her dressed in white and looking like Aphrodite herself.
“I already have an account open at the bank of Juliet.” “What?” They all gasp. “You do not.” I smile as I pick up my cigar. “Details, we want the details.” “A gentleman never tells.”
“Are you jealous, Henley?” As fuck.
“So bossy, Mr. James.” “You have no idea.” Her eyes hold mine, and I know she’s imagining the exact same thing as me. Fuck. Why is she so hot? Last time we had sex, she changed my fucking DNA. There is no way in hell I’m doing that again.
I stare at the door. My cock is rock hard, and fuck’s sake, I do not need this temptation living right next fucking door. I march into my house and up to the bedroom. I open my side drawer and take out the lube. A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.
🤣🤣
“I have a situation with her,” I eventually reply. “Like what?” “We’ve met before.” “When?” “We went on a date once.” “And?” “And she was the girl who fucked my brains out, and then I saw her with her fiancé two days later.” Bennet’s eyes light up. “This is the girl?” “You’re fucking joking me.” “Oh . . . she just got a lot hotter.” Blake smiles darkly.
“What about this? Do you like this?” He pushes forward harder with his hips, and I begin to feel faint. It has become disturbingly apparent that I would, in fact, actually do doggy kink for this man. Whatever the hell doggy kink is.
Damnnnnnn girl🤣
“The very best way to watch your own girl in a porno is reverse cowgirl.” He winks. “Front-row seat to watch your cock slide in deep to make her moan.” Oh . . .
Operation Hot Bitch is on. Don’t mess with me, world, because I will cut you.
I stand on the steps and stare over to Juliet’s. The front door opens, and a guy walks out. He’s shirtless.
Who spying on who now 🤣🤭
“Well, I don’t see another option. I don’t want a boyfriend, I don’t want to fall in love, but I miss sex.” His eyes flick over to me. “I know what you’re doing.” “What?” “You want me to offer you my dick for your own personal use. That is not happening, Juliet.” “What?” I act horrified. That’s exactly what I want.
🤣🤣
I smirk, and then in slow motion she lifts my hand to her lips and kisses the back of it tenderly. Uneasiness falls over me.
We didn’t even make it to his work thing, and I think I may have found his one weakness. Dirty talk.
My body’s reaction to him is out of this world. It’s like I can feel something shifting deep within my DNA, a longing that has never been met, a thousand goose bumps, a million senses waking from a dormant sleep.
“You’re more beautiful than I remembered,” he murmurs as his eyes meet mine. “And trust me, I’ve remembered that moment a lot.”
I bend and kiss his chest as it rises and falls. I put my hand over his heart and feel it race beneath my fingers.
He’s huge and hard. The engorged head of his cock is shiny and red, weeping with pre-ejaculate. That is one beautiful dick.
😌🤤
“You’re so big.” I plead my case. “And you’re so tight.” He smiles up at me in wonder. “We fit together perfectly.”
We pant as we stare at each other. A beautiful, perfect clarity runs between us, something that is foreign and new. I cup his beautiful face in my hand. His eyes are wild.
“Watch me. Get upstairs, get those clothes off, and open your legs on that bed, because you’re about to get some sense fucked into you.”
“Good at fucking you up, asshole,” I mutter under my breath. “Nobody touches her but me.”
The man with the perfect dick may just also have the perfect heart . .
“Maybe I should drop my pants and paint naked,” Henley replies casually as he looks around. I smirk. That dick of his would definitely win any battle.
😂 got some competition Henley 🤣
Maybe this connection we have is all in my head. No. I’m not imagining it. I know I’m not. In fact, the only thing I do know for certain is the way that he makes me feel. It’s real and raw, an earth-shattering addiction that I’ve never felt before. And no matter how self-destructive I know that this is, I need to follow it through and see where it goes. I want to try.
His eyes hold mine. “It’s my birthday.” “What? Today?” He nods shyly. My heart swells. He chose to spend his birthday with me. Oh . . . “Happy birthday, baby.” I lean over and kiss him, and he kisses me back, and somehow this kiss is different. I don’t taste a hint of the game we’ve been playing. It’s real and raw, somehow more.
His kiss is tender and loving, filled with so much feeling. Every emotion comes to a head inside of my body as I feel my heart freefall from my chest. I think I love him.
“Whose footprints were in the back seat of his car, Jules? No matter how many excuses I can make for him, I can’t deny what I saw.” “I don’t know.” I sigh. I don’t blame her for being worried. I would be overthinking this, too, if I were in her shoes.
Ugh Juliet is not a good friend whatsoever. It annoys me that she keeps making up excuses. If Rebecca was my friend we be on a mission to find out.
Blake has a thing for Rebecca. Whenever she’s close, he can’t take his eyes off her.
Ohhhh can’t wait for his book😌
He takes my scrunchie from me and begins to pull my hair up into a high bun on top of my head.
I’m totally and irrevocably in love with Henley James.
How could he be so cold? “I don’t want this,” he snaps. “This fantasy that you’ve built up in your head is not . . .” His voice trails off. “I don’t understand.” He throws his hands out wide. “I don’t fucking love you, okay?” The earth moves beneath me. “I’m never going to love you.” Pain lances through my heart. “We were just fucking.” “You don’t love me?” I whisper. He shakes his head. Adrenaline surges through me. “If you don’t love me . . . then that’s just sad.”
The feelsssss😟😢🤬
“Can I have a hug?” “What?” Oh, gentle Henley is here . . . the one that I love.
A beautiful man is sending me roses, and all I feel is disappointment that they didn’t come from an asshole.
“It’s looking forward to seeing someone. It’s thinking about them all day. It’s missing them when they go home, even though you’ve just seen them all night. It’s laughing and conversations and sexual attraction, and most of all it’s a sense of belonging to that person.” “Belonging to that person?” “Like you don’t want to sleep with anyone else, you only want one person, and nobody else will do. The thought of giving your body to someone else is sickening.”
“Henley.” I put my hand under his chin and bring his face to mine. “We can do this.” He closes his eyes as if to block me out. “Hen,” I demand. “Open your eyes and look at me.” He drags his eyes open. “Love me back,” I whisper. “Like I know you can.” I kiss him softly.
“The way I kind of like your dog, but I can’t tell you because then you will know that you have me in the palm of your hand.”
He lovesss Barry too 🤣🤣
“Good night, my beautiful Juliet,” he whispers. “Thanks for waiting for me to get here . . .” My heart swells at his newfound vulnerability. “You were worth the wait.”
The last few weeks have been a nightmare—for both of us, I now know. But he’s here with me, revealing his vulnerability and declaring his love. It’s weird. In reality, we hardly know each other, but our attraction is so deep that it’s cellular. It’s as if my body was always his, as if he was always meant to be mine. He has this special ingredient. Every whispered word, every touch means so much more than it should.
“When the chips fall down and things get hard, you lean into the light.” “What do you mean?” “You lean into the light, Henley.” “What’s the light?” “Love. Love is the light.” His face falls as he listens. “Love used to scare you, but it’s a shield. It will protect you. I . . . will protect you.” His nostrils flare as his eyes hold mine. “I love you.” He squeezes my hand in his. “When things get hard, you lean into the light.” “And what a beautiful light you are,” he whispers.
❤️❤️
He rolls his eyes. “Goodbye, Juliet.” I grab the lapels of his suit and pull him to me. “Goodbye, my grumpy, hot boyfriend.” He screws up his face in disgust. “I don’t like that term.” “Grumpy?” “Boyfriend.” I giggle. “Hurry up and marry me, then, so you can be my mister.”
I love that she a jokester🤭
