The Devil of Downtown (Uptown Girls, #3)

by Joanna Shupe

Christ, the idea of it had his balls twitching in excitement.

can they actually do that? asking for a friend

She’d had her share of fantasies lately about Mulligan. Lewd and exciting fantasies where he kissed and touched her everywhere, his bright blue eyes burning with desire. His hands eager, his body hard. Dark words of appreciation and encouragement. She had pleasured herself in the bath tonight just thinking about it.

Currently, his preferred fantasy was her bent over his desk while he took her from behind. When she came, he imagined his little do-gooder screaming his name loud enough to shake the rafters of the club.

I am sweating over here

“You look very dashing tonight,” she whispered. A compliment? If he were a schoolgirl he might have blushed. “Thank you.”

Though he wore bespoke suits and oiled his hair, he had been raised in a brothel as well as on the streets. Justine might have a strong will, but so did he—with the blood on his hands to prove it.

definitely giving dreaming of you vibes, and I am living for it

“King.”

king in the sarah maclean sense

The young boy he’d never been wished to pick posies for her or dip her hair in ink. The man he was now longed to drop to his knees and suck on her clitoris until her eyes rolled back in her head.

Stop complaining. Do you wish for him to ravish you right on the lanes? She sort of did, actually.