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

by Tessa Bailey

She would handle me well.

And the fact that she already has a man should make me ashamed that I fucked my fist in bed this morning to thoughts of her bent over the counter of her shop, moaning while I gave it to her good and proper from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair. Yesterday, in my fantasies, I had her in the dressing room. I’ve had her all over town since the first day I saw her.

Opening it to find the most beautiful woman to ever grace this property—hell, the planet

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

What would it be like to have a woman like this welcome me between her legs? Fucking paradise, that’s what.

“What kind of man lets this get away?” “I . . . don’t know, I—” “Going to get all of me inside your wet cunt, are you? Good girl.” He grazes the side of my neck and jawline with his teeth. “How hard are you going to let me pump?”

This woman, whose body and mouth and skin have kept me in a constant state of painful hunger since she allowed me to kiss her.

She has no idea I feel as though I’ve just won the lottery.

That seals it. I’m marrying her, come hell or high water.

“What exactly are you hoping for here?” I whisper as he comes closer. “With me?” “I’m hoping for you.”

Talent. You’re breathtaking, Evie. Gorgeous. If anyone is too good to be true here, it’s you.”

“Maybe you’re just saying all that because you want to sleep with me.” “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.”

He spits on me. Twice. I love it. “‘Please’ fuck you?” “Yes.”

He’s a man who wants what he wants—badly—and that’s me.

“Come on, then, woman, and take some dick,” he grits out. “Waltz into my town and make me hard, leaning over the counter of the shop to show me your pretty, round tits. I saw ’em, baby. Now they’re mine.” “They’re yours. Yes.”

“Maybe that’s what you get for having pussy this motherfucking sweet, huh?”

“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.”

I need to wake up every morning with my nose buried in her red hair. I need those clever eyes to twinkle at me when I say something funny. I need to break my back working in the field, knowing I’ve got her waiting at home.

“Forever sounded less and less scary every day I spent away from you.”

“You let me know when it’s no longer scary at all, Evie Crowe.” “I will, Luke Ward.”

I know everything about Luke and he knows everything about me. We’re lovers, partners, and best friends. Forever.

“What gives you the right to be so beautiful, Evie Ward?”