Play Along (Windy City, #4)

by Liz Tomforde

I need her to taste just a sample of the years of torture I’ve endured, wanting a woman I couldn’t have. The difference is she can have me. She can have fucking all of me. She only needs to ask.

I see you, Kenny, even if you haven’t been looking at me.”

“I have waited, and fucking waited for this. You’re my answered prayer. You know that?”