The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)

by Nikki Sloane

“I’m a lot younger and you were married, and it was wrong, but . . . shit. I wanted this for a long time. And then it happened, and it was even better than I thought it’d be.”

“Don’t come yet,” I said. “Well, don’t be so fucking hot,” he shot back.

Maybe you could only reach a certain level of happiness for yourself, but . . . happiness for someone else? That was limitless. That was joy.