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Bad Liar (The Reed Rivers Trilogy, #1) Bad Liar by Lauren Rowe
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“Oh, for the love of all things holy. If there’s a more sublime sensation in human existence, than the sensation of Georgina Ricci coming hard around my cock, I can’t fathom it.”
Lauren Rowe, Bad Liar
“But then, the band launches into their next song—their huge smash hit, “Shaynee”—one of my all-time favorites—and I can’t help gasping with added excitement. “I’ll take you to see the show another night,” Reed growls hoarsely into my lips, apparently reading my body language. “You can pick the city, baby. I’ll fly us wherever you want to go and we’ll sit front-row center. But right now, you’re staying right here. Right now, you’re all mine, baby.”
Lauren Rowe, Bad Liar
“I stand stock still in front of Reed, my chest heaving from my little dance, to discover Reed’s cheeks blazing red and a massive erection bulging behind his pants. Oh, God, that hard-on is making my mouth water. I want to rub myself against it... and then pull it out of its bondage and ride it like a pony. But, no. I have to remain strong.”
Lauren Rowe, Bad Liar
“My body feels like it’s short-circuiting. I’m feeling so jealous, so possessive, so turned on by the fire in her eyes, I can’t think straight. Did Georgina have sexual fantasies about Caleb as a teenager? Did she practice kissing her pillow, while pretending it was Caleb? “Caleb can’t have you,” I say evenly, my heart raging in my ears. “Nobody on my roster can have you. In fact, nobody on planet Earth can have you, until this thing between us has run its course.”
Lauren Rowe, Bad Liar
“I very much wished to do that, not only to be helpful to Georgina, but to communicate to every fucker within a mile radius, especially a certain drummer for RCR, that Georgina is mine. Not to be touched. Not to be flirted with. Off-fucking-limits. Mine, mine, mine.”
Lauren Rowe, Bad Liar
“Just you. I’d heard you’re smoking hot, and I wanted to see for myself.” “And?” She slides Josh’s Scotch toward me. “And you didn’t disappoint.” I take a sip of my beer to hide my wide smile. This girl could teach a master class in sexy flirting. “After all the photos you ‘devoured,’ the real-life version of me didn’t disappoint?” “The real-life version of you made my ovaries vibrate.”
Lauren Rowe, Bad Liar