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“What’s your favorite book?” Doubt colors my voice. “If you have a favorite, I don’t trust you. Any book lover has at least five they can name off the top of their head.” His blue eyes hold mine.
“A man who prefers to live in a fantasy. How cute.” “I’d be your best fantasy, no book needed.”
“You’re no princess. You’re a motherfucking queen. Don’t let anyone forget it, not even yourself. People think the king matters, but the queen brings down all the other pieces. Good luck in uni, and chug a beer in my honor.”
Damn. I think I just got mindfucked.
“Please follow the rules. That’s all I ask of you this summer.”
Men should be the least of his worries because, excuse my language, but I’m ready to fuck shit up.
Shit. Someone call a doctor because my dad gave me a third-degree burn.
“Everyone knows the books are better than the movies or TV shows.” “Says who?” “Says everyone who reads books!”
“That’s because you’re the only one losing when you deflect and hide. If you decide not to get close to others, that’s your choice. I’ll keep living my life with the bits and pieces you share. But the real question is can you live with your ruse for the rest of your life? If you can, then you’re the most beautiful liar I know, because the prettiest lies are the ones we tell ourselves.”
“But remember this. I want to get to know all of you, including the parts you’re too scared to share. I want to learn about the man no one else knows. So give me every part of you because I’m not here to piece you back together. I like you too much, just the way you are, broken parts and all.”
“That’s my fear with someone like you. You take and take until I have nothing left to give. You’d be easy to fall in love with until you walk away, breaking my heart in the process.”
An embarrassing yet truthful admission nonetheless because kissing Sophie makes me question what the fuck I’ve been doing before. Scratch that—kissing Sophie feels like everything.
Screw platonic. I want catastrophic.
“Let’s be friends with benefits?”
“You’ll be so busy moaning my name, you won’t have time to regret this. I’m so beyond fucking ready to reap the rewards of our cat-and-mouse game. Enjoy your last night of freedom because tomorrow you’re all mine.”
“You, Sophie Marie Mitchell, are right where you belong. Screw accounting. You’re too hot to sit in a cubicle all day.”
“Bring out the list.”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you like that for months.” Liam’s voice strains as he places soft kisses down my neck.
“Say you’ve wanted me just as much?”
“You’re a hard man to resist. You’re easily becoming my weakness.”
“Shit, Sophie, you’re my naughty girl.”
“I can promise you everything with us is the real thing. Even when you feel like you’re seeing stars from me fucking you.”
“Let me help you out. Has a man ever eaten you out and worshipped you like the goddamn queen you are?”
I shake my head from side to side because words take brainpower, and I tapped out about five kisses ago.
He promised I’d be seeing stars, and damn, the universe has never looked or felt so good.
Basically, to put it short, Liam is fine as fuck. Screw looking like a Ken doll when he fits the expectations of a G.I. Joe action figure reporting for Operation O.
“Now’s your turn to show me you want this with us. Make me believe you because I’m afraid you’ll walk out that door and avoid me once everything is done,”
“You’re sexy as fuck. Stop doubting yourself.” He grabs my hand and presses it against his cock. “Feel that? There’s no denying I want you to fuck me. You should be confident in yourself and in trying this out with us.”
“You’re so hot. Riding me like you’re desperate for my cock. Show me how much you need me.”
“You’ve got one more in you. I’ve got enough stamina to fuck you until you give me what I want.”
“That’s it. Give me everything you have. I want it all. Fuck, I want to steal every last thing from you.”
“My beautiful angel. Too wicked for heaven, too good for hell.” I may be his beautiful angel, but he’s my masked devil—too naughty for my heart, too irresistible for my body.
If I didn’t feel betrayed earlier about my growing feelings toward Liam, this evening sealed the deal. Seems like I got fucked in more than one way.
“Oh no. And did he let you go?” “No, he cuddles better than a weighted blanket. Snug, warm, and secure.”
My family won’t stop talking about meeting my new friend.” That F word is becoming my least favorite. The way my chest pinches at the sound of it reminds me how I really need to get myself in check.
accepted heartbreak the moment Liam threw me on his bed, grinning at me like I was part of his world. Stupid me for adding an invisible item when I handed over my list to Liam. Get my heart broken.
“Sophie, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, stop now. But really, I don’t want you to. Just so you know.”
And like hot metal, it hurts like a bitch to know I want what I can’t have.
“I’d like to thank my horny, lonely self for getting drunk and exploring sexy bucket lists at two a.m. on a Saturday. My pending orgasms are forever grateful.”
“Don’t bring anyone up. While you’re traveling with us, you’re mine. The fucking end. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Fuck, Sophie. No one knows how naughty you really are behind those braids and dimples. I love the sounds you make. But I especially love knowing they’re just for me.”
“Are you a possessive type?” My voice croaks as his fingers grip my waist tightly. “With you? Yes.”
“I’m ready to drag you to hell before returning you to heaven where you belong.”
Maybe you need to follow your heart rather than a paycheck.”
That’s the problem. I don’t understand my heart enough to follow it blindly.
She releases a throaty laugh that hits my dick at the same time. It’s how things are between us, with her turning me on at the simplest things, cursing me with a permanent semi around her.
I watched how you and Sophie look at and act around each other. I sure don’t act like that around my friends. Your mother would hang me by the balls like a Christmas tree decoration if I did. So you need to ask yourself if you can deal with her walking away.”
How the hell am I supposed to pretend I don’t want to keep her after the season and not let her go back to Milan? And damn if that thought doesn’t scare me more than anything else.
“Quit flirting with my girl.”
I really like him. Like really, really like him.
