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For all the readers who want a quick holiday read that’s more spice than plot… ’Tis the season!
Whoever decided running is a good form of exercise can go straight to hell.
I’m a stubborn bitch, and there’s nothing I love more in life than proving a man wrong.
“Do what? Contemplate the necessity of men’s existence? It’s pretty easy; I think society would function just fine without them. Think of how well the world would run if women were in charge.”
“I love being on my ass, believe it or not. I prefer it when I’m getting something good out of it, like, you know, an orgasm. Not more pain.”
“Children,” I interrupt. “Knock it off. We’re not here to have a dick measuring contest.” “Probably for the best. Mine is bigger,” Rhett says. “Sure it is. Whatever helps you sleep at night, bud.”
“What are you recording tonight?” Holden asks. “Please tell me it’s something good.” “Masked men. Chasing in the woods. Fun stuff.” My buddies are the only ones who know about my secret side gig moonlighting as an audiobook narrator.
“I’ve run out of reasons why Jada can’t listen to the books she loves. I sound like a controlling husband.” Rhett scowls at me. “I don’t know how to tell my wife I don’t want her to hear my best friend tell her to take it like a good girl.”
I’m doing this for the women who have been told they’re not capable of something. For anyone who feels like they’re not good at anything. I’m doing it for younger me, the girl who never would’ve let a man dictate her life, and as we surge through mile ten, I could scream from the pride rippling through me.
“How does it look like I’m feeling? Like I’m having the time of my life, right?”
I train alongside some of the fastest women in Chicago in my running club, and they can put me to shame. Telling someone they’d never be able to finish a race is such an immature thing to say. I’m going to give him a fucking earful when I see him next. Good for Margo for not putting up with his bullshit.
“The world record in the half marathon for men is fifty-seven minutes. Some people consider my time slow.” “Who? Cheetahs?” I laugh again. “Exactly. Enough about me. How are you feeling now that you’ve had some time to recover?”
“You can do anything you set your mind to, Margo Andrews. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“Only if there’s room for her too. Hoes before bros and all of that.” “Hoes always before bros. Bring her over. We have plenty of space.”
“Do you think it would be weird?” She gnaws on her bottom lip, and I spend way too long staring at her mouth. “Would you consider me sloppy seconds?” “Sloppy seconds?” I reach out and tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “I saw you one time from a distance and almost got hard. Your ass looked damn good in the jeans you were wearing, and I thought you were attractive long before I thought there was a possibility I could have you. Now?” I move my hand to her jaw and cup her cheek. “I’m waiting for you to say yes. You’re first in my book.”
“Your son didn’t know how to fuck me.” Margo brings her mouth close to mine. “Do you think you will?” “Baby, when I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk straight. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
“You know I’m a man, Margo. Take off your underwear so I can show you I know what to do with my tongue.”
I lift my chin. “Can I see? I could help.” “Do you think you deserve to see?” “I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want me to.” “That’s exactly where a man belongs, but I’ll believe it when I see it. I bet you’re all talk.” I snort and slide my hands down her shins. I drop to the floor, eye-level with her pussy. Her mouth parts, and I have her attention now. “You were saying?” “Okay. You can see, Mr. Mathieson.”
“Finn,” she whispers when I part her pussy with my tongue. “I’m going to—” “Come on my face? I really hope you will.”
“There you go, Margo. Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste every drop.”
“Look at you. Stretched out. Wet. Still horny. That wasn’t enough, was it?” “No.” Margo shakes her head. “I want you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me until I forget my name. Can you do that for me, Finn?” “Fuck yeah, I can do that for you,” I almost growl.
“The question is if I should fuck you here so the neighbors you’ve probably met before could see or if we should do this in my room. What do you think, Margo? Where does the dirty slut want to ride her ex-boyfriend’s dad’s cock?”
“Four more, huh?” I laugh and lift my hips, watching his fingers disappear in my pussy. “You think you’re getting that lucky?” “I don’t know. You’re the one soaking my hand because you’re so turned on. You tell me.”
“I’m watching the DC Stars hockey game later.” “DC? Not a fan of the Chicago team?” “They’re not bad, but Maverick Miller is unstoppable and damn fun to watch. Before that, I have some work I need to do.”
“Good boy,” she murmurs, and I almost come on the spot. “You are a fucking minx.” “You like it.” I do like it.
“What book is it?” she asks. “A stalker romance. The scene I’m doing involves him watching her get off while he’s hiding in the closet. She doesn’t know he’s there.” “That’s hot.” “Kinky, huh? Kind of pushes the line of consent, but I tell myself it’s fiction.”
It’s one of the darker books I’ve narrated, but the morally gray character is charming. Funny, even, and a nice guy. You can’t help but root for him, and I channel that enthusiasm into each syllable and every word.
When I get to the part where he’s watching the female main character, Maxine, but not touching, I look up and see Margo with her mouth half parted.
“Look how turned on you are.” I drag my thumb through her pussy, and she arches her back. “You’re so needy, aren’t you, Margo? Distracting me while I’m trying to work. Getting turned on. Wishing you had a bad man with a mask hiding in your closet.”
“Get naked,” I tell her. “And sit back in the chair. Whatever I read from the script, I want you to do to yourself. We’ll call it research.” “Won’t the mic pick up on the noises?” “It will, so you better be quiet unless you want thousands of readers to hear how wet you get from letting your ex-boyfriend’s dad watch you get off.”
Jesus is probably rolling in his grave because of what a ho-ho-hoe I am.
Dashing All The Way
Damn him for being so nice. Damn him for looking out for me. Damn him for making me not want to stay away.
“You’re doing so well, Margo. Taking all of me like the good girl you are.”
“How was your day? Did you run fifty miles? Record any fun audiobooks?” “I finished up the stalker one. It’s a lot easier to get things done when you’re not naked in a chair in front of me touching yourself, believe it or not.” Margo swats at my shoulder, and it’s my turn to laugh. “What book do you have next on the list? A bodyguard romance? A basketball series? Maybe cowboys?” “All appealing, but next is something totally different. It’s a romance with rival meteorologists. They chase a category five hurricane together. And fall in love along the way, obviously.” “Whoa. That sounds fun.”
It feels like I’m being shocked with an AED. Like I’m getting resuscitated after spending minutes flatlining. I’ve seen her done up in makeup and cute outfits. I’ve seen her stepping out of the shower with mascara under her eyes. I’ve seen her in the middle of the night, half asleep and smiling at me like she’s far away in a nice dream, and one thing is true: she’s so goddamn beautiful. She’s sexy and a goddamn tease, but there’s something soft about her. Something loving, and it’s making me feel like a teenage boy with my first crush all over again. My palms get sweaty when she’s nearby. I
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“On behalf of men everywhere, including my son, I apologize for the sins my gender has committed.”
“Did you tell Jeremy about us?” Finn sets down his coffee and steps toward me. “Tell him what, Margo? That I’ve seen his ex-girlfriend naked? That I stripped her down in my hallway and fucked her on my kitchen table?” He runs his fingers down my thin sleep shirt and grazes over my hard nipples. “That I have her on audio saying my name, not his, when she came? No, baby. I haven’t told him you’re a slut for my cock and that’s why one night turned into two times, then three, and after we finish our run, I’m going to make it four.”
I’d throw the whole dictionary of compliments at her if I could. I’d call her every adjective under the sun if it made her smile like she’s smiling right now.
Finn smiles. “She is. Go on and open it.” I pop open the top of the box and stare at the gift inside. “What—is this—” “Your medal and bib from the half marathon? Yeah. It is. I wanted to frame them for you so you could remember your first race. Even if you never run another one, you have that, and it’s something you should be very proud of. The back of the medal is engraved with your time on it. I almost included the form you signed in the medical tent, but I decided to leave that out. Good memories only.”
You know how you asked me about the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received?” I reach for him, and he takes my hand in his. “I think I’d like to change my answer to you. You are the best gift, Finn.” “Come here, sweetheart,” he says, and I move to him like the tide going out to the ocean. “You are, without a doubt, the best gift I’ve ever received.”
“Want to know a secret, Miss Andrews?” “More than I want anything else in this world, Mr. Mathieson.” “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” I stand on my toes and grin. “Best Christmas ever.”
Before Rhett can finish, Finn is in front of me. Looping his arm around my neck and kissing me. “Miss Andrews,” he murmurs. “What the fuck are you doing?” I almost yell. “You have a quarter mile to go and you’re in third place!” “Fuck the placement. I needed to come over and do that.” He grins and kisses me again. “See you in a few, baby.”
“You’re an absolute idiot,” I tell him when he gets close. “Stopping to kiss me like that.” “You’re my good luck charm. Wouldn’t have felt right if I didn’t see you before I crossed the line.”
“There are a lot of people around, so I’ll save the sentimental part for when we get back to our hotel later. I love you, Margo.” He takes my hand in his. “I love you so much, and the only thing I want to do with you is dash all the way down the aisle until you’re my wife. Until we’ve been married for fifty years and you’re sick of me.” “That’s a lot of one-night stands.” I let out a watery laugh and get on the ground with him. “I don’t think I can ever be sick of you. Even with your silly jokes.”
