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March 16 - March 16, 2023
“The thing about friendships, and boys for that matter, is that you never want to settle. Having acquaintances or people you can have fun with is fine, but you want to be careful about who you let into your circle of trust.”
“Nope. No skunks.” Just a ridiculously hot woman with an ass that men would go to war over.
That rough, tattooed man could probably destroy my body in a hundred different ways. And by the way he was looking at me, he was thinking about it.
I did my best to keep my eyes on her face instead of her deliciously sweaty body as she turned and walked toward her house. Of course, once she turned, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. I’m only human. She paused, glancing over her shoulder, an amused smile crossing her lips. Busted.
Despite the fact that I could see the hesitation in his eyes, the tension thrumming through his body, I didn’t push. Didn’t even invite. He knew where I stood and if he wanted anything to change between us, he’d have to make the first move. But when I went to sleep that night, it was Dex who invaded my dreams.
“Can I be honest about something?” he asked. “Of course.” He moved in closer. “You’re kind of killing me tonight.” “Am I?” I asked, my voice full of mock innocence. “I thought you weren’t interested.” “Yeah, we both know that’s not true.”
We moved to the music and I learned something else about Dex St. James that surprised me. He could dance. The tattoo artist with a teenage girl. Who hugged his parents, drove a boring family car, and had taken care of his daughter on his own from the day she was born. That man could also dance.
I was Nora Lakes. Men didn’t scare me. Except I might have found one who did.
I wasn’t fooled. I’d seen it in her eyes. I’d made her come twice—because hell yeah, I had—and she was impressed.
“I should shower.” “No. I want you dirty.”
“Big romantic gestures are overrated. Too easy to fake. Mess up my hair and ruin my lipstick instead.”
“Don’t you want to take it off me?” “No.” His low voice sent a tingle down my spine. “I want to defile it.”
“Love can heal lot.
Love can heal A lot... missing a very important article.
Our ceremony was short but beautiful. And when it was finished, and we were pronounced man and wife, I didn’t marvel over how unlikely it was that I’d just gotten married. I simply sank into his kiss while our guests applauded, hoping this feeling of perfect bliss would blaze in my memory for the rest of my life.
