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The Fake Out (The Boston Revs Three Outs, #2) The Fake Out by Jenni Bara
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“I know you could do better than me, but Gi, I’ll spend forever doing everything I can to be enough.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“You need my cock, don’t you? Did you think about me coming home and fucking you real good, Gi?”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“You look like everything I want and can’t call mine.” With that same hand, he gripped the back of my neck, his callused hand biting into my skin. “You look like the dream I’ll hang on to and pull out on a bad day.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“That right there, that open vulnerability, was my downfall. The whole world shifted, and in that moment, I fell hard. Epically. Off an edge and into an abyss. My perspective was forever changed. Looking into her eyes as I slipped inside her, I knew there was no going back.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“Emerson,” she growled now. “What does my dirty girl need?” I asked. “Your mouth on my pussy,” she demanded.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“Every part of you is better than I could have imagined. Thank you for letting me be the lucky fuck who gets to give you pleasure.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“You want to know why I’m such a frantic, clumsy dumbass right now? It’s because you’re so fucking gorgeous. Getting to worship every inch of you is every erotic daydream I never thought I’d get to experience.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“I need room to strip you down. Touch and taste every inch of you. Smack this ass and then work that hot pussy over with my tongue until you’re begging for my cock.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“For the record.” I met his eyes. “Gianna is exactly my type of woman. Go right ahead and piss her off, because damn if I don’t love when she’s fired up. But hurt her.” Stepping close, I lowered my voice. “Hurt her, and you and I will have issues. Because I’m all fun and games until my girl gets hurt.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“Don’t get your hopes up. Gianna’s not a get-on-her-knees girl.” When I turned, Jake smirked. “At least not one who gives good head. She’s more of a cold, selfish bitch.” I locked my hands into tight fists. Who the fuck talked about a woman that way? Especially Gi. Sure, she was salty and tough, but she was the opposite of cold. The woman was all fire and heart. But I kept my anger in check and continued with the ruse. “Huh,” I said with a shrug. “That must be a you thing. She and I don’t have that issue.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“If things were different, Gi,” I whispered against her skin, “I wouldn’t be trying so hard to keep myself away from you.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“Nothing about that kiss was fake, and don’t try to bullshit me into thinking you believe any different.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“Sorry,” Emerson said, his face set in an earnest frown. “I just want to be a good date, not the dumbass who crashes into a table or tells a stupid joke. I just want you to be proud that I’m the guy on your arm.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“And you—” He took me in, his gaze searing me as he looked his fill. He forced a swallow and met my eyes. “You are so beautiful it makes my chest hurt.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“My mother always said that food feeds the body, but creativity feeds the soul. And my soul felt bruised.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“Even though I’m not eating the flowers, I can’t help but smell the bouquet.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“The grin is cute, but I prefer the full smile. That, Mariposa, is showstopping.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out
“From the second we met, I knew you were special. You were my butterfly. Always meant to soar.”
Jenni Bara, The Fake Out