Release Date: January 25, 2019
dad, my life revolves around my daughter. No complaints…until my ex-wife forces
my hand over custody.
cover story. In steps Katharine Morello. My best friend’s sister is ready and
willing to be my fake fiancée.
we’re engaged. A temporary arrangement.
The last few months, I’ve been doing dirty things to her in my imagination. But
that’s all they’ll ever be. Fantasies.
us is looking for a relationship. Been there. Done that. Even drank the
see, I can resist beautiful, sexy Katharine. It doesn’t matter she’s hot as
f*ck with an amazing personality to boot. All I have to do is NOT touch her.
reality. Sparks fly—and burn.
her. All of her.
#1—don’t fall in love.
Hindsight’s a bitch.
into my space and tilts her head up, her eyes light and mischievous. “Kiss me,
leaves my lungs in one gigantic swoosh. “Are you sure?”
them a show.”
to kiss Kate.
hands on either side of her face, I angle my head slightly. There’s a pause. A
suspended moment where our eyes meet. The swirl of emotions I see
there—apprehension, lust, desire—makes my heart trip.
breath. And then finally, my mouth dips to hers.
remind myself we’re pretending, to stay calm, and in control.
firm against hers. Her lips are sugar plum sweet and silky soft. The kiss
remains gentle, slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to
move in perfect sync, slowly, cautiously.
nudges for more. I move my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my
fingers tangling in her hair, holding her lips to mine, silently asking for
permission. To my delight, a needy little moan echoes from her mouth to mine.
She wraps her arms around my neck and parts her lips in gentle invitation.
tongues hungrily say hello.
stimulating cocktail of endorphins explodes inside me. Sparks fly in every
direction, lighting me up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
single nerve explodes with heat.
up. Turned on.
somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, I know this is a cover, that we
aren’t real, but with Kate’s lips on mine, it’s hard to keep that thought. On a
groan, I take all she has to give and deepen the kiss, forging ahead with no
regrets. No reservations.
have been written about the Big Apple. But there’s nothing like kissing the
woman you’ve been thinking about for what feels like forever in the middle of
from the street fades. The worries of the day evaporate like a summer shower
falling onto a hot car, all noise instantly muting. The click-clack of heels
rushes by us. We don’t hear them. People brush against us. We don’t feel them.
locked in the present, kissing each other as equal partners in passion, fucking
each other with our mouths like we’re drowning and we are each other’s air, as
if our lips were created for this sole purpose.
heaven on earth.
is easily the hottest, most erotic kiss of my life.
faster and faster. The heat pouring into my veins as if pumped in through a
hypodermic needle has nothing to do with today’s summerlike temperature but
low around her back, drawing her closer, letting her feel every inch of me, how
much she affects me. And we kiss and kiss and kiss.
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bunnies. She’s a lover of words, wonder, an old-fashioned, and the
whimsical delights of everyday living. When she’s not writing swoon-worthy,
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