Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you,” I say softly, my mouth close to her ear. She grasps my forearm, giving it a squeeze. “It’s okay. You’re apologizing with sugar so clearly, you’re forgiven.”

“That’s kind of how it works,” I explain, unable to keep my eyes off him. He laughs and it’s entirely without humor. “Getting you off gets me off. You should stop entertaining boys with any other mindset.” He drops his briefs to the ground, and I can’t breathe. “In fact, you should stop entertaining other boys in general.”