Conquest (The Four Groomsmen of the Wedpocalypse #1)

by Lilian Monroe

Words sometimes fell out of her mouth without warning,

He was caught like a fly in her grouchy web,

It bored Leo that she still cared enough to hate him.

He had the impression the dress vexed her, which delighted him.

Her voice utterly lacked the hot, raspy quality that Amelia’s had. But that made sense—Maggie had no angles and hardness. She was all gentle curves and soft femininity.

He tilted his head slightly, like he could read every thought passing through her mind. His lips curled into a half-smile, and he arched a brow in question. She saw it, then, how he used his smile like a weapon. She didn’t like it aimed at her.

she started the car, and it quickly became apparent that Amelia Darcy drove like an absolute raving maniac.

When he brought his thumb to his own mouth, she stared at him, wide-eyed, and it wasn’t anger or annoyance heating her gaze; it was lust as violent and raging as his own.

She made him feel like a better man than the one he knew he was.

“And how could you possibly know that? It’s not like I’ve ever given you a blowjob.” The intensity of his eyes faded slightly, and a dangerous grin tugged at his lips. They were entering perilous territory. Amelia had not thought this through. She just wanted to know what he liked, so she could replicate it on future sexual partners. Future sexual partners—not him. Definitely not him. Some nebulous future man whose penis she couldn’t quite picture right now, but she imagined she’d be enthusiastic about the idea when the time came. That was all.

This woman would be his undoing, this beautiful fairy who’d trapped him with a scowl.