Forget Your Morals (The Carlson Brothers, #2)

by Sarah Blue

To the amount of glory hole research done for this book. You’re welcome.

I’ve been with my fair share of shitty men, like Justin, Josh, Jake, and Johnathon. Now that I think about it, I’m one-hundred percent off J names for the future.

skin. But being beautiful isn’t enough to make someone love you, I should know, seeing as I don’t even love myself.

Being a glorified office bitch was not my aspiration in life, and yet, here I am

I want someone to care about me so deeply I have the power to destroy them. Wow, maybe I need to increase my sessions with Deb this week.

I want you wet and waiting, eager to please, and willing to take what you get. I’ll make it good for you if you deserve it. You’ll be writhing on the other side of the wall, begging for a stranger to fuck you. We might not know each other, but I’m ready to make your fantasies come true.

“What if you don’t like what you find out?” “Hating the result is better than not knowing at all.”

Praise isn’t given, it’s earned.

“They have karaoke,” I say in astonishment. “Get enough drinks in me and maybe I’ll sing too.”

I give him the finger and he gasps, but mimes like he is grabbing my middle finger before shoving it in his mouth and swallowing it.

“Are you going to let me come inside of you?” I pant out and she nods her head. “Such a nasty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Now go to my bedroom, undress, and wait for me to come in there and eat you out.” Her eyes flash with excitement, and I smirk, leaning forward and whispering in her ear. “While you’re waiting, I want you to think of all the nasty shit you want me to do to you, so you can tell me after I make you drench my face.”

“I like the idea of being taken, of being used for pleasure.” “That’s it? What else is on that little wishlist?” He’s so casual about what I just told him

“I want you in my bed. I want to finish that stupid fucking show with you and feed you breakfast and fuck you into my mattress,” he says.

Everything and everyone around us is irrelevant. “Because I’ve never been this happy. You make life worth living, Penny, and I want to spend the rest of mine with you proudly on my arm, my ring on your finger, our kids running around. I want everything and I want it with you.”

will never be as organized as it is now. It’s wild thinking about how I got here. A freaking glory hole brought me to my future husband,

“Oh no, did my wife just so happen to get stuck in the dryer with her bottom half completely exposed?” “I’m really not sure how this happened. Do you think you can help a girl out?” I say, trying to stop myself from laughing.