Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

Men ruin all of women’s best laid plans.

If females were meant to have their waists strangled and breasts shoved up all damn day, we would’ve been born with corset ribs.

“You’re very floppy.” I rest my head against his firm, muscled chest. “You’re very hard,” I counter. A rich, dark laugh slips from his mouth. “You’ve no idea.”

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

There comes a point in your life when you have to choose between having regrets and the possibility of making mistakes.

Quicker than Judd can dodge, she smacks him on the back of the head, making him grunt. “Ow! Why are you so violent?” Lu flashes him a grin that’s all teeth. “Because it makes me happy.”