From Scratch (Welcome to Sea Port, #1)

by Katrina Jackson

Rediscovering her décolletage felt very essential in unearthing the Mary of Christmases past.

Santos didn’t have a type. He was, in this at least, such a fucking cliché. Female, male, short, tall, Black, Latino, White, skinny, fat he didn’t give a shit. It was about the person. He’d always been that way. Because at the end of the day what mattered to him most was the chemistry.

“Also, since I’ve had your dick in my mouth, I figure it’s time we start communicating like adults.”