Honey Trap (The Guild, #1)

by Tate James

Then she shrugged. “Cool. Just checking.” Then she dropped her towel. Dropped. Her. Fucking. Towel.

But right now, I’d rather have sex with a barbed wire dildo while swimming in crocodile-infested waters than kiss you. Sorry if that’s not the truth you were hoping to get out of me here, but that’s all I’ve got.”

His right hand was my new favorite necklace.