The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)

by Nikki Sloane

His mouth drifted from mine, planting kisses across my cheekbone, as he moved toward my ear. It made me shiver and melt when he discovered the tender spot on my neck, and then his lust-choked words filled my ear. “Fuck Tinder,” he uttered. “You don’t need it. I’m right here.”

“You want that, don’t you?” I demanded. “For me to fuck you all the ways your husband wouldn’t?” I dropped the volume of my voice until it was a growl. “In all the places he wouldn’t?”