With Any Luck (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #5)

by Ashley Poston

“Audrey Love, I’m not going to fuck you,” he growled, and slowly guided his fingers into me. Two, then three, his thumb rubbing soft circles against my clit. My fingers curled against the sheets, and I fought back a moan. “I’m going to make love to you, Audrey Love,” he said, “and make you scream my name, and tell me just how fucking lucky you are.”

AHHHHHH