Snapshot

by Kay Cove

“Then I’d tell you to take that off. Your shorts, too. Then get in my shower while I watch.”

“Then choose your words more carefully. Because I don’t want to be outside of a bar this late, flirting with a married man.”

“Okay, tonight. Let’s go,” I agree. The flood of nerves starts at the top of my head and seeps down to the very tips of my toes, because after three long years of wrestling with my feelings … I’m now just minutes away from marrying Dex Hessler.

choice. Do you want us to stay where it’s safe? Or do you really want to cross this line and risk ruining our friendship?” I slump forward, my forehead knocking against his chest. The thin fabric of his shirt is cool against my hot skin. “Ruin it,” I mumble against him. “Tell me how you really feel about me.”

“Trouble…my heart stops every time you walk into a room. I am fucking obsessed with you. I have been from the very first moment you showed up at my bedroom door and gave me that ten-dollar bill.” He reaches out to cup my cheek, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “But how do we make sense? My destiny is everything you despise. I didn’t know how else to keep you close except with…lies.”

“I can handle it, Dex. All your sides. I’ll be right next to you for all of it.”

I’m not waiting one more night for your sweet pussy, Lennox. You’re my wife. All mine. I’ll have you when I want, where I want. Clear?

yes, please..

That first little whimper the moment when I drag my wet tongue over her slit. Fuck, that sound. So goddamn satiating. I blow against her sex like I’m breathing life into her.

“Say I’m your last. If you mean it, say you’re mine and I can have you however I want.” I flinch when she grabs my hard length in her fist. She grinds on the tip, coating me with her arousal. “I shouldn’t have to say it, Dex. Don’t you know by now? I’ve been yours.”

“My wife knows how to work her sweet pussy. God, I love it. Use me.”

“Choose love over fair. Over duties. Escape, Dex. Do you understand me? Love, love, love. Fight for it. Obsess over it. It’s the only thing that makes sense at the end of your life. How do I get you to understand that? You should have loyalty to absolutely nothing else except love.”

“She’s not sick, Dex. Don’t you see it? Your grandmother and Jacob were obviously lovers.”

I place my hand on his smooth cheek. Not only did he shower this morning, he also shaved. I didn’t hear any of it. I slept so long and hard because I was finally at peace. The gnawing ache of longing soothed. “Dex Hessler, we were never friends. We were just waiting.”

“No one’s ever touched me like you do. I come at the mere thought of you. Stop being jealous, Dex. I’ve been yours since the very moment we met. And now that we’ve established that, you can have what’s yours, however you want.” Holding the back of his neck, I guide his mouth to my nipple and throw my head back.

This close, I recognize the scent… Dottie’s fancy French perfume. Poor thing. I’d do the same if I lost my mother. I’d wear her perfume to keep her close, surrounding myself in the comfort of memories. Maybe I’d also distrust anybody who suddenly came into my family, threatening to disrupt the foundation the matriarch built. Denny just needs some time to heal.

I hope I'm wrong, but this is a red flag for me and if this author writers the same way each book it will go along with the first book

But Denny is.

I called it!