Hidden Roots (Citrus Cove, #3)

by Clio Evans

“It’s only a three-inch heel. But of course you’d think three inches is a lot,” I scoffed, my eyes flicking down to his crotch.

Everyone was under the impression that I hated her. Even Emma believed it. But I didn’t hate her. I was fucking obsessed with her.

Then again, he’d always been too lame to let me peg him.

Hell, if she were dominant, I’d even be willing to submit to her. That’s how far gone I was.

Nothing about that was funny, but hearing him say it gave me a visceral vision of Josh on his knees, and well... I did like seeing a man put where he belonged.

“Love of my life, creature spawned from hell to torture me, woman who literally tased me the first time we met—either come inside and sit on the couch like a good girl, or leave.”

Because of course, if I was going to peg Hunter, it was going to be with a pink dildo.

And she’d pegged me. She’d rearranged my guts and my heart.

hell yeah she did