The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

“She’s not my type,” I lie. “I like tall, dark hair, and curvy.” That’s the type of woman I date, but it’s not my type. My type is Darcy Andersen.

Darcy

“It’s supposed to be all-consuming.” My voice is a rasp, and blood rushes to my cock as I think about the way she felt sitting on my lap. “So hot you feel like you’re going to catch fire. All you can think about is the person you’re with, how they feel, how they taste and smell, and what their moans sound like. How to make them do it again.”

Sex