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For all the girls who think smart is sexy. (And who know the quiet ones are the freakiest).
Because standing less than five feet away, looking bemused and far more handsome than any man had the right to look, was Kai Young.
She’s never getting a condom out of me again.
“Because of the last time you overheard me talking about con—er, protective products,” I said. Nothing. I might as well be babbling about rush hour traffic patterns, for all the reaction he showed. “You ordered a strawberry gin and tonic because I was talking about strawberry-flavored…”
“You think translating a five-hundred-page novel into Latin by hand is relaxing?” “Yes. If I wanted a mental challenge, I’d translate an economics textbook. Translating fiction is reserved for my downtime.”
Move home? Work in the office? Over my dead body.
“I have many other places to be.” A brief light illuminated the shadows in his eyes. “But I chose to be here.”
and I lifted my gaze in time to see Kai’s attention drift from my face to the fuchsia dildo with the agonizing speed of a slow-motion car crash.
He was actually a pretty good dancer once he removed the stick from his ass.
“That’s it, love.” Gravel transformed Kai’s soft words into a rough command. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
“Do you think you would’ve enjoyed your time with him, Isabella?” I asked softly. “Would you have screamed for him like you did for me when I had my fingers buried inside your sweet little pussy? When you rode my hand until it was soaked with your release? I can still hear your cries, love. Every damn second of every day.”
if I didn’t have her soon, and if she didn’t want me as desperately as I wanted her, I would fucking die.
“You have five minutes, sweetheart, or you’ll find out firsthand that I’m not always the gentleman you think I am.”
“Isabella.” I forced a swallow down my throat. “Yes?” “Shut up and let me kiss you.”
“You should’ve never let me take you, Isabella. Because now that I have, I won’t be able to let you go.”
would rather swallow a vial of poison than take a single order from Tobias Foster.
“You weren’t complaining when you were screaming my name just a few nights ago.”
“That’s stupid,” I said when he finished talking. “Why do rich people like having their asses kissed so much? Doesn’t it chafe after a while?”
Remember, you read a full page of Austen while getting spanked. If you can do that, you can do anything.
“I’m Filipino Chinese. I speak English, Tagalog, Hokkien, Mandarin, and Cantonese. I’m surprised you didn’t think of that, given all your education and breeding.”
I’d prided myself on being bold and adventurous when really, I was a fucking coward who ran from rejection before rejection could find me.
“I love you, Isabella Valencia.” Simple and raw, stripped of all pretense except for the naked truth that had been staring me in the face all this time. “Every single part of you, from your laugh to your humor to the way you can’t stop talking about condoms.”
One of those laughs I loved so much slipped out, thick with emotion. A smile flashed across my face before I sobered again. “You think you’re broken, but I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Smart. Strong. Beautiful. Imperfect by your own standards but so wonderfully perfect for me.”
“You idiot,” she said, her cheeks wet with tears. “You had me at condoms.”
We’d had to face plenty of tough questions to get to where we were today, but my next question was the hardest and easiest one of all. “Isabella Valencia, will you marry me?”
