The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

I’m not easily distracted, but if I could manifest my perfect distraction, it’d look a lot like her.

“We aren’t into bras?” “We? I personally don’t love wearing one with my pajamas, but you do you.” I hold my hands up in surrender. “Judgment free zone.”

“Ever hear the phrase ‘she’s not like other girls’?” He gives a small nod of his head. “Yeah, that’s not me. I’m just like every other chick. As basic as they come. I had an Uggs phase. I had a skinny jeans phase. I like my books with romance, my coffee with more creamer than caffeine, and I even take aesthetic pictures of my food anytime I’m at a restaurant.”

“I could…maybe help you take care of them.”

I want her here. I want her to want to be here.

“Ryan, my guy, you’re so completely fucked, and you can’t even see it.”

“Because I like taking care of people. You, especially.” He

That right there is quiet love.”

“You know that jersey you’ve got with my last name on it? When you see it hanging there in your closet, let it serve as a reminder to you, that soon enough, it’ll be her last name too.”

“And the whole time, I’m going to give you everything you need because I love you.”

“Now put my cock inside your pussy. I want to watch myself sink into you.”

I want to be the one to make you feel how your favorite books