The Hook-Up Experiment (The Experiment, #1)

by Emma Hart

I jabbed my finger through the air at Mellie. “Control your human.”

Not all best friends are created equal. Unless they’re mine. Then they’re both raging assholes.

His eyes met mine. “So wet for someone you hate.” I swallowed. “My body isn’t as smart as I am.” “I think your body is a genius,” he replied, keeping his eyes on me as he lowered his mouth to my pussy.

Turns out, having sex with the girl you crushed on in high school was better than you thought it would be when you were eighteen. Even if there’s a chance she was plotting your murder after in the shower.

All I’m saying is that if you’re not averse to lying on your side and being fucked from behind, it can be arranged.

“You are the most unashamedly honest woman I’ve ever met,” I admitted. “And if I hadn’t already fucked you blind, that might intimidate me a little bit.” “How is that even remotely intimidating?” She fought a laugh. “I’m a woman. I like sex. My life literally revolves around people having sex. I’m not afraid of my sexuality. I embrace it. Men are celebrated all the time for having lots of sex. Nobody will celebrate me liking a lot of sex, so I celebrate myself. Fuck that. I’m not ashamed of that.”

Peyton was a tornado in a teacup. A wild, beautiful force of nature ready to forge a path for herself, no matter who or what was in her way.

that’s okay.” Without missing a beat, Briony said, “Princesses sit and look priddy so the mens buying dinner don’t know dat we can kick dere butts.”