The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Something extraordinary had just stepped into my world. I knew that. Judging by the quiet whispers that had filled the room the second he’d walked in…everyone else knew that as well. And I had to serve him dinner.

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

Lincoln: If given the chance to "abscond" the girl...the answer is always yes. Me: ... Lincoln: ... Me: I will keep that in mind.

“Fuck it,” he swore roughly, and his lips crashed against my mouth.

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

“Clark,” I moaned. “I don’t⁠—” “You know who I fucking am. And don’t you fucking say his name again, or I’m going to choke you with my mother fucking cock,” Ari Lancaster growled.

Ari Lancaster's cock was completely pierced from root to tip.

Ari wasn’t having it though; he grabbed my chin and forced my eyes back to his gorgeous fucking face. “You don’t get to look away from me. I’ve waited too fucking long for this.”

Anyone who orders a black coffee during pumpkin season obviously doesn’t like fun,”

I had to admit it did look pretty badass with the piercing winding its way through the shaft. Muchhh better than a little old dick tattoo.