That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky, #3)

by Meghan Quinn

It’s fun, constantly having blue balls around her—every man’s dream.

You won’t need them anymore. Just like that, in an instant, Reid Knightly is claiming me. There’s no talking about it, no awkward conversation, just one statement that speaks louder than any other long talk about where this might be going. You won’t need them anymore. The best five words I think I’ve heard in a long time.

Did Eve say that to you, Reid before you guys did the nasty? **Said in girly Eve voice** Get over here, big boy. I’m about to murder your penis.

Failure should not define you, but it sure as hell should motivate you.”

There’s nothing better than a human with a dick coming up to you and saying, That’s not how you feel, peasant woman.”

The whole scene is absolutely ridiculous. Here’s this man—a grown-ass man—who’s built like me and my brothers, with muscles as big as Rogan’s. He works on cars for a living, for Christ’s sake. And yet he’s waving around a tiny stick of incense and mumbling some sort of chant. He’s completely lost his damn mind.

You should be counting your blessings I wasn’t feeling like a naked night, because I have those. Shut the curtains, turn on some good music, and let the dong fly as I dance my ass off.”

“I don’t moan when I eat.” He glances down at my crotch. “You sure as hell moan when I eat.”