Better Not Pout (Mistletoe Falls)

by Maren Moore

“I think you’ve been reading too many of your romance books, babe.”

TELL ME ABOUT IT 🙂‍↕️

Rosalie Sullivan has my full attention, whether I want it that way or not.

The one thing I seem to be able to do right when it comes to her is piss her off, and not going to lie, it only makes me want to do it more.

“You’re hot as fuck when you’re mad. Bothering you might just be my new favorite pastime.”

“Trust me when I say I don’t need to beg a woman for anything, Rosalie, unless she’s into that kind of thing, and then I can be a very good boy.”

LOVE HIM 😮‍💨

“Make me earn it the way he never did.”

Rosalie Sullivan tastes like mine. Sweet and so fucking delicious, just the way I imagined, only so much better, and Christ, I want to drown in her.

“I could spend the rest of my night between your thighs, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“If you need me to reassure you of that every single time I see you, I will without hesitation. Over and over, until you realize how perfect you are,”

“Don’t thank me, Sugar. It’s a privilege to be the one to touch you—hell, to fucking know you the way that I do.”

“The whole time I thought I was searching for a place to call home, when all along, I was searching for you, Rosalie.”

All fire and sass, but melted like sugar for me.