Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

I was squirming against him until he leaned down. “If this is what it takes to get out of this fucking store without passing out from a goddamn hard-on, I’m buying you the fucking underwear.” By my count, this was the second time he’d mentioned his man parts having a reaction to me. I wasn’t a big enough liar to pretend I wasn’t happy that he found himself in the same predicament as me: Turned on by the physical, turned off by everything else. I stopped squirming when he pulled me in front of him. With my back flush to his front, I could feel the irrefutable evidence of his claim. My body reacted entirely without my brain’s input and went into five-alarm arousal. I worried that I was going to need to be carried out of the store. “That was incredibly inappropriate,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest as we left the store, his arm still around me. “You wanted me to buy something. I bought something.” “Underwear. For me,” I screeched.