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I lift my chin and raise a cool eyebrow. “In exchange for . . . ?” Lucky awards me a cheeky, dimpled grin. “The best orgasms of your life?”
Keep their hands off me? Sweet raspberry popsicles. I feel faint.
Survival tip #230 Beautiful men make your brain fuzzy. Thinking is important. Abort!
“You’re behaving like a slut,” I admonish myself. Yeah, well, apparently being slutty is really fun, my heavy-lidded reflection purrs. Let’s be slutty again. Right now.
The thought of them going bare, of them filling me up and leaving me dripping and slippery with their cum, sends a flush of wild, unexpected heat through me.
I’ve never done that before . . . but the idea is filthy. Erotic. Shockingly appealing.
Survival tip #278 When manners fail, go primal.
We haven’t been this close in almost a year and a half. Just for a moment, I wonder if he’s finally going to kiss me.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. He looked at her like he was captivated. Owned. Alive. But not at me. Not like that.
That’s what he is, I realize. Unfeeling, untouchable, beautiful art. And I can stare at him all day but, really, he’s never going to look back.
Heart-on? I wish I gave him a heart-on.
I love the textural feel of his skin,
So sensitive, like he can feel every brush of my breath like static electricity. I love his little shivers.
“Now have mercy on me and put that sexy as fuck mouth back on my dick.”
I realize I want to make him happy. I want to drive him wild.
“I like your beard,” I whisper.
Turns out, beard burn is hot.
“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”

