The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

When I finally reached out and grabbed it, my fate was sealed. I just didn’t know it yet.

She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty. She had me and every other guy—and girl—in the room doing double takes. I immediately wanted to gouge out all their eyes with the fork on the table in front of me. Mine, my insides–and my dick–were screaming.

Because now that I’d found her…Now that I could breathe…You could fucking bet I would never let her go again.

I couldn’t wait to not be a stranger to her anymore. I wanted to be her best friend, her everything. It was the only ending I could accept.

Me: Absconding her to a deserted island, of course. Lincoln: This is how I know you're not as smart as you think you are, bud. Me: Scoff. What?!!!! Lincoln: If given the chance to "abscond" the girl...the answer is always yes.

“If you were my girl, there wouldn’t be anything that would keep me away.”

“You should probably put him on notice then, sunshine,” he murmured with a slightly crazed grin. “Of what?” I whispered. “Of the fact he’s about to lose his girl.”

Couldn’t wait for my tongue to return to Blake’s throat. Or whatever the romantic version of that was.

Ari had my cackling this whole book🤣

"Sugar won't change perfection, Blake. It'll just make it sweeter."

“We’ll fix all those problems together. I promise. But for right now, you’re going to let me feed you the rest of this scrumptious cupcake, and you’re going to believe me when I tell you that your body literally makes me feel like I’ll die because you won’t let me touch it. And then we’ll watch whatever terrible rom com you just picked, even though Harry Potter would obviously be the superior choice. And I’ll feed you tacos…or whatever else you want. And you're going to forget all about everything else for the rest of the day.”

He loves T Swift & Harry Potter. IN LOVE

“Lonely doesn’t exist for us anymore, baby,” he soothed.

“I’m hard for you every fucking second of every fucking day. I’m obsessed with you, crazy over you in fact. I can’t stand to be apart from you for any length of time. So when you tell me you hate this perfect fucking body that I worship with every part of my fucking soul…well, we can’t have that, sunshine.”