He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

“Holmes isn’t happy, and he doesn’t have a lot of sex,” Posey says out of fucking nowhere. Uh . . . what? Blakely brings her attention to me with a tilt of her head. “Not having a lot of sex, Holmes?”

“Slow, remember?” “Yes, I remember. Slow sex, I’m all for it.” I laugh and pull away. “Not slow sex, slow pace with intimacy.” “Coming from the guy who told me to use him like a sex toy.” Laughing some more, I flip her to her side and pull her into my chest. “I can’t be held accountable for what I say when you ride me.” “If you were, I’m pretty sure you’d be arrested for that filthy mouth.” I nuzzle into her. “You like it.” “I do,” she says softly while holding on to my arm that’s holding her.