Merry Ever After (Under the Mistletoe Collection, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

A man could fall in love and stay there with this one. Stay there forever.

“Friends with benefits is for boys,” he says, backing me against his refrigerator. Planting his erection right there and grinding lightly, then harder. Harder. “I ain’t no boy.”

“How about this, sweetheart? If you still don’t want to be called my woman after I’ve given it to you down and dirty, I’ll let you call me your friend with benefits.”

“They don’t make jeans that fit me, and they don’t make many women that fit me, either.”

“But I’m going to say something for the record one time, just so it’s clear: you’re a package deal with your boy. I’m not scared of that.”

It was always about getting a look at the beautiful woman behind the counter. The one who is perpetually optimistic yet guarded.

“You made me jeans that fit. You apologized to my chickens for making them get out of your way.”

“I can tell the truth and still want to fuck you.” “Wow. ‘Get you a man who does both,’ right?” “You don’t have to. I’m right here.”

Damn it, oh damn it, I’m so horny it almost feels wrong. I’m opening my thighs in a way that’s nearly lewd, arching my back so he can watch my breasts bounce in time to his anguished thrusts.

“How about for the rest of my fucking life, Evie?” he says, sealing his mouth over mine, kissing me roughly during those final dizzying thrusts. “How about that?”

“I’d rather die than scare you or push you for more than you’re ready to give. But I’ve made my position clear. If you want to be mine, if you want me to be yours, you know where to find me.”