The Cad and the Co-Ed (Rugby, #3)

by Penny Reid

My boy rarely got nervous. He simply took new experiences as they came. I, on the other hand, felt like I had placed him in a wicker basket and was about to send him down the river.

I’d happily have sex with him again. Right now. On a boat. Or on a train. Or in the rain. Man, I really need to read something other than Dr. Seuss.