No Prince

by Stevie J. Cole

When I tipped back my head, I met dark eyes that were every bit as hard and angry as I had expected. This close, in the daylight, Zepp was the kind of good looking that was impossible to ignore: angular cheekbones, full lips, a permanently tensed jaw.

I was fast being pushed out of my depth here. Zepp was well-practiced at this, and my body hadn’t gotten the memo that I didn’t like him.

It would be easy enough for me to bang my frustrations out with someone else. But unless it was Monroe in my bed, at this point, my ego wouldn’t like it.

“I told you I was gonna kill him.” A wild flicker of rage burned in his eyes when he started across the lawn.

Warm, bare tits pressed against my chest as she straddled me. And holy shit, nothing separated us. Not a damn thing. I flipped her onto her back, kissing her while I reached for a condom in my nightstand. “Are you sure?”