Him (Him, #1)

by Sarina Bowen

I bite my tongue. Nope, not getting involved in the man’s relationship. Just because Emily happens to be the clingiest, bitchiest, craziest chick I’ve ever met doesn’t give me the right to interfere.

I’ve always kept my memories of Canning to myself. Because they’re mine. For six weeks every summer, he was mine.

Forget the screen. I’d rather star in my own solo act right here, with my favorite pair of brown eyes as the only audience.

“Your tongue ring…” His voice is hoarse with excitement. “I want to feel it on my cock.”

“I don’t want to fuck with your head,” he whispers. “I wish I hadn’t ever done that.” But it’s not my head that needs fucking.

Jesus. Good thing he’s not a traffic cop, because he’s sending enough mixed signals to cause a ten-car pileup.