The Billionaire’s Wake-up-call Girl (Billionaires of Manhattan, #2)

by Annika Martin

I keep up this charade? Adventure is worthwhile in itself. AMELIA EARHART

What kind of an idiot am I?” “It’s beautiful to trust. It’s beautiful to open your heart. Don’t let that asshole take that away. He’s small and mean, and you’re huge with your beautiful, amazing heart.”

eyes. She kills me. I kiss her. I slide my palm up her stomach. She’s not a washboard-abs girl; she’s real. She eats cookies. Like a madman, I press my face into the sexy swell of her belly. I drag my lips up over it, squeezing her hips. She’s delicious. Even her imperfections are delicious. Actually, her imperfections make her more delicious.

Humping the wall is definitely not an activity I would’ve thought up on my own, sitting around bored on a Saturday night or whatever. I’d reach for the vibrator long before I’d go for humping the wall, but it’s incredibly pleasurable with him lewdly pressing my flesh. “I’ve been thinking

“I can’t, Theo.” “Because of our fuck buddies thing?” “Um…yes?” “Screw it. You’re leaving

I pull her to me, slow and hard, whisper into her ear. “Rules were made to be broken.”

lives in a world where conflicted emotions can be contained in one simple, fierce word over the phone. Where beauty is an asymmetrical freckle. Where baby goats play. Where I can wake up and Lizzie is the first thing I see. And I lie there loving everything about her so hard that it wakes her up.

awesome cookies and your snarky comments at four in the morning. I want a hundred and ten percent.” “You’re not much of a scientist if you think you’re going to get a hundred and ten percent,” I joke. “You make me believe in impossible things,” he says.

nervousness goes, and everything’s right. Because she’s with me. Whatever happens, we’re in it together. I love you, she mouths. I whisper it back. I love you. Because we’re two dragon fighters, traipsing through life together. Falling off the map together.