Failure to Match (Bad Billionaire Bosses, #2)

by Kyra Parsi

“Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? Because I swear I can’t fucking breathe anymore. I can’t think, I can’t… I’m barely functioning.”

“You can’t have a clit that pretty and expect your husband not to worship it every night, darling. Even if it means making you come until it hurts.”

“Hiii.” I’d forgotten how good she always smelled. Like my best friend. Like home. “I missed you, Ree.”

Before I could respond, Adrien rounded the corner through a whole bunch of exotic plants I couldn’t begin to name, holding a very purry, very cuddly Toebeans Maguire. My slutty cat was rubbing his head all over his favorite human’s chin, eyes closed. He sounded like a fucking motorboat.

Huffing another small giggle, I sang, “Best friends for liiife.” “Best friends for liiife,” he sang back. “I love you, darling. More than anyone, more than anything.”