Behind the Net (Vancouver Storm, #1)

by Stephanie Archer

I take Daisy on a long walk, thinking about Pippa the entire time, and when I climb into bed, certain that she’s sleeping, I pull my aching cock out and stroke it to the memory of her moaning into my mouth.

That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep, but all I could think about was Jamie’s lips on mine, and his tongue stroking into my mouth like he owned me.

In another life, I said to him about the guitar. Maybe that applies to him, too.