Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

“You don’t want a nice girl right now, Foxx.”

“What do I want, then, hmm?” A small moan crawls up her throat as she says, “You want someone to tell you to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”

“You sound so pretty when you’re pissed off and moaning for me.” I can feel her smile before I see it.

“You’re pretty when you’re pissed off too, Foxx. Too bad I couldn’t get you to moan for me this time.”

“Believe me when I say that I’ve tried to forget. But those sounds you made . . . The way you came so beautifully for me . . .” He lets out a small laugh, and my stomach swoops. “That’s not something a man forgets.” When he moves a few inches closer, I have to suppress a shiver. “So no, I didn’t forget your name. You’re making that really fucking hard for me.”

“You call me Peach like I’m sweet, but Foxx, you know better. I’m the furthest thing from sweet.” “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” I yank her hips forward. The move jerks her closer and forces her chest to press into mine. “I’ve never tasted

anything as sweet as what you dripped all over my fingers.”