The Anaconda Downstairs (The Cocky Kingmans, #4)

by Amy Award

For all the women who’ve had the word “FAT” weaponized against them. The real revenge is to love yourself. They hate when you do that.

There are three things that I love in life. Family. Football. And making a woman come...so hard they forget their own name.

her assistant, who I would not admit to having any sort of crush on whatsoever—because she was totally off limits—could have my car.

She was arranging the fake snakes around her again, laughing at something Kelsey said. My heart literally skipped a beat. Because of the snakes. Not because Penelope’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkling, or the fact that she caught me looking and winked at me.

Everett, in particular, with his easy charm and killer smile, has starred in more than a few of those daydreams.

It would help if I had an Olympic-level dating coach to help me do this. And I knew exactly who to ask. The love guru himself. Everett Kingman.

Because there would be no denying those big brown eyes if they ever asked me for a goddamned thing. Like my heart.

If that didn’t say “I’ve been fantasizing about what your hair would look like wrapped around my fist as I fuck you from behind”, nothing did.

grabbed Pen’s hand, and the lightning struck and the thunder rolled right through me. I was in love with Penelope Quinn.

“Pretty Penny, can I kiss you? Please? I might go crazy if I can’t, but it’s up to you. It’s what you want.”