Flip (Next Level, #2)

by Briana Michaels

To all the dirty girls out there— May your mascara run, lipstick smear, back arch, and headboard break. Be worshipped like the queen you are and settle for nothing less.

Erin’s the kind of woman the devil himself would crawl out of Hell and be a better man for. She should be worshipped, spoiled, protected at all costs. And fucked six ways to Sunday.

the kind of man who would not only hang the moon for his woman, but he’d also shut down the world so she could take a break and relax while he did all the heavy lifting.

“You’re right.” Trey clenches his molars, making his jaw sharper. “I like having you on your knees for me.” He drops to floor and says, “And I love being on mine for you.”

So long as I’m around, no one will ever have to worry about taking care of my girl except me.

“I want your baggage. All your good and your bad. I want to be the keeper of your pain, joy, and tears. I want to be another reason you smile when you come home. I want you to be my pleasure, my purpose. You’re my dream, Erin. You’re the reason I break every speed limit to get here when I visit.

“I always hear you, Erin.” His grip tightens on the wheel, and he pulls onto the highway. “Even when you aren’t saying things.”

You don’t let people help you. It’s not a flaw. It’s survival.”

“I want to have the courage to step away from my comfort zone and start new things.

A woman this spectacular deserves a man who can match her energy and balance her out.

I feel good when he treats me like this because I don’t have to think, I just do what I’m told. And the way he looks at me, the way he touches me… I turn into a Goddess on the inside and out.

“I said no panties.” “We’re having a wedding down there!” “I don’t give a fuck if it’s the second coming of Jesus down there. I said no panties.”

“Trey loves you. If you can’t see that, or if you aren’t ready to commit to something of that level, then fine. That’s your call. But don’t string him along for another two motherfucking years because you’re still floundering to understand why you should have nice things like Trey in your life. He deserves to be more than your dirty fucking secret, Erin.”

I should be able to share anything with her whenever I want. If she thinks I’m being too much, then she can go find less. Fuck it.

“You want me to come back to your house?” “Mmm hmm. I know it’s ridiculous and a lot to ask but…” “I’ll be there in two hours.” I was in her driveway in an hour and a half.

“No buts, Erin. I told you, if you want something, it’s yours. If I can make it happen, I will.

“Damn girl, where’d you come from?” “I’m from a special part of Hell.” Erin looks at her hand and wiggles her fingers. “Chipped two nails crawling out of there last night.”

He treats me like a queen even when he fucks me like a whore.