One Night (The Sullivan Family, #4)

by Lena Hendrix

I wish I could have you. I wish you were mine. In reality, I have wanted you for years and I hate that I can’t have you. I thought that taking care of my dad and giving up everything was the hardest thing that I have ever had to do, but the truth is that wanting you is by far the single hardest thing I have ever had to do.

“When I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if they didn’t hear you screaming my name.”

“If you need it rough and dirty, I can give that to you. I swear I can give you everything you’ll ever need.”

“I’ve been dreaming about your tight, wet cunt for weeks. Every night I come with my dick in my hands and your name on my lips.”

“Now, I would hate to disrespect a man in his family home, but that’s the mother of my child you’re speaking to. If you can’t speak to her with respect, then you speak to me.”

“You’re stronger than you think. You don’t need anybody. But what I’m telling you is you don’t have to do it alone.”

She was so goddamn cute, and I was scared to death. I was falling in love with the mother of my child, and I had absolutely no clue what to do about it.

Sylvie had never been invisible, at least not to me.

How do I tell this woman that no one who ever came before her could measure up? That no one ever would?

“You want to know another secret?” Desire raced through me. “Yes.” “I never danced before, because I could never dance with you.”