Public Rivalry (The Billionaire's Successor, #1)

by Rebecca Kinkade

“Jesus is on Radar?” I deadpan. “Well that’s interesting. I admit, I’ve never really wanted to date a Christian guy, but I could make exceptions for the son of god.”

“I like being watched,” he answers, his voice soft and slow.

“You want to know my kink?” he asks as I begin to tweak my nipples. He’s stroking himself shamelessly now. I nod. “Nipples,” he says with a slight pant as he masturbates.

Refreshing that he’s so open and up front with it hell yeah

I reach back into my underwear and pull out my member again.

Member 😖

“I want you too badly to think of a clever retort,”

😈😈😈😈

No confusion—no space for ambiguity.

YES LAWD

Yes, Gray. You are the only man who has been able to scratch my lifelong, seemingly unattainable itch to fuck Batman.

💀💀💀

you and Walsh were both singing Bon Jovi—which by the way, is probably the least attractive thing that I’ve ever seen you do.”

LIES AND FALSEHOODS GIRL WHAT

“Corinne Tyler, I’ve loved you for my entire life. I was made for you, and you were made for me. And I really believe that—that there’s nobody else as perfect for us as each other. Marry me.”

LARGE SOBS