Sawyer (Lucky River Ranch, #3)

by Jessica Peterson

So Ava likes the dirty talk and the gentle caresses. The vicious neck bites and the sweet, simple way our fingers are tangled. She’s hungry for it all, and that makes me feel at home—at peace—with my own hunger. Like I’m not some deviant for wanting her the way I do. For saying the things I’m saying. Goddamn, a man could get addicted to this feeling. I could get addicted to Ava.

Shine bright today.”

“Ava, you started this date with my dick in your mouth. You’ve earned your rest, so sit your free-spirited self the fuck down.”