Sawyer (Lucky River Ranch, #3)

by Jessica Peterson

I’m pulling off Ava’s shirt, tossing it onto the nearby couch. I make a mental note to soak it in the sink later. That fucking stain is gonna bug me until I get it out.

“There she is.” I smile. “My greedy girl.”

Goddamn, a man could get addicted to this feeling. I could get addicted to Ava.

“Cute?” He tilts his head, frowning. “Last I checked, you said I was ‘hot as fuck.’ ”