Mr. Charming (The Nest, #4)

by Piper Rayne

“I get that Henry Hensley is a dad, but damn, he looks like he works a nine-to-five and wears black socks and sandals mowing his lawn in the summer. We want a daddy, not a dad.”

Now go fuck your wife so good she’s not worried about how cagey you’re being by whispering in the closet.”

Tonight was one of the best nights of our life! I know… I’ve written that before, but I’m serious this time. Tweetie Sorensen from the Florida Fury knocked us over with his charming smile and big dick. God, his dick… magical.

“I’m not hungry for food. What I want is to jump into the ocean with you. Don’t you want to feel me all wet?”

“You’re the cutest, but you’re hairy, and maybe the shark doesn’t want hair in its teeth.”

“It’s just funny. You’re my fuck-it bucket list turned boyfriend.”

“Please, Decker. I have no one else, and what would my brothers think if I had to resort to sorting through a bunch of creeps on the dating apps?” “You’re playing the best friends’ sister card?” I smile at him over my glass of sangria. “Do you want to see my boobs?”

“Would you like me to pinch you, so you know you’re not dreaming?” “I’m not really into pinching, but I’ll take some sucking.”

Finally, I feel as though I’m on track to have the life I’ve always wanted.

“I had a whole speech about the first time I saw you, but honestly, I’m so thankful that you made that fuck-it bucket list because had you not, we might not be right here, together. So, please marry me because I really want to sit by your side when you tell our grandkids how you met their grandpa.”