Man Cuffed (Man Hands, #4)

by Sarina Bowen

If I can’t have an acting job, I might settle for being his slacks. I could just hold his muscular buns all day, professionally. And it would still be a good life.

Why is everyone so friendly here? I forget sometimes that Michigan is weird.

Just the gleam in her eye makes my blood thicken. Oh hey, libido! Nice of you to drop by again. Fuck my life.

Seriously, Cassidy, wait for the guy that you just can’t keep your hands off of. The one who wakes you up at night. The one you imagine tasting. The one who you just want to unzip and crawl inside.” She stares at me. “I was with you until that last bit.”

“I don’t know why every recipe is suddenly called better than sex. I mean, they’re great brownies. But I do wonder if Lisa’s needs are being met.”