The Defender (Gods of the Game, #2)

by Ana Huang

He was like the moon to my tide; his mere presence altered my gravitational field.

“Who’s the one who can’t control themself now?” “I never said I could control myself around you.”

Maybe I was ovulating, and Vincent’s soap was infused with some sort of weird pheromone. That was the only possible explanation.

sure girlie

“Yeah, but would a human be able to rail her like Big T? No. That’s what makes this book absolutely bonkers!” Stevens slapped his paperback against his thigh. “This is dino erotica, people! You can’t have dino erotica without the dino!”

“The reason is because I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone. Then I come home to see you sitting there, doing nothing except existing, and I can’t fucking breathe.” His voice was low and taut. “Maybe you were right. I am pissed at you because you can float through the kitchen, making pancakes and cracking jokes, while I’m using every goddamn ounce of willpower not to touch you. That’s why I don’t want to be around you. You’re killing me, and you don’t even know it.”

“Brooklyn.” I lowered my voice, my throat strained. “I’d lose every single fucking bet in the world if it meant I could be with you.”

“Et ça a un putain de goût, ma chérie.”