Legally Yours (Spitfire, #1)

by Nicole French

I wondered if he tired of constantly having to reassure all the women he met. Clearly, he was disruptive to many of us.

“It’s Brandon,” he said. “You should call me Brandon. Especially since I asked you up here because I’d like to fuck you. Tonight, if that works.”

“You’re not going to jump me here, are you?” Please jump me.

“Let me make you feel good,” he rumbled as one hand grabbed me around my waist. He pulled my body flush against his. “Please.”

And there, of course, was Brandon Sterling, with that damn smile in its full-blown glory as he pushed casually off a lamppost like he had been waiting there for me my whole life.

“So, you like discipline, huh?”

Sometimes a prince is really just the devil in disguise.”

“I bought it to play, Red,” Brandon growled. “So, let’s play.”

Waiting, always waiting. He’s so scared to miss me that he would literally wait through a hailstorm.

But should you ever want to share those dreams with me again, Red, I’ll be here. Because my heart doesn’t exist without you.