That was for the hard-on I’ll be walking around with tonight. And you’ll goddamn wear the imprint of my hand on your ass for it.
Tessa BaileyI’m not capable of turning you down,” he said on a pained laugh, gaze devouring her breasts. “I’m going to take you to my bed and pleasure the fuck out of you. But the panties stay on. It’s nonnegotiable.”
Her entire system rebelled against his words. How could he touch her, kiss her like this, and refuse to take it all the way? It didn't make sense. Men didn't have that kind of willpower, did they? She certainly didn’t have that kind of willpower. “W-what? Is it too late to give a different answer about why I changed my mind?”
“Yes. But don’t worry, baby.” Before she could
register his intention, he’d swung her up into his arms.
“Even with your panties on, it’ll still be the best sex of your life.
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He growled, equally exhilarated and annoyed by
the way she insisted on pushing him back. “I’m going to put you on your knees, Ruby. You’re going to hate how much you love it.
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Often times people make questionable decisions. And even though they already taste the fat regret sandwich headed their way, they do it with a smile.
Tessa BaileyTags: life
charger and dialed Troy’s number while
pacing in front of the window. He
answered on the first ring. “Hey, I’m—”
“One week? One week was your
limit? You said
as long as it takes, so where are
you?” She swallowed around the tightness
in her throat. “You said I was your pain in
the ass. Well, get your ass over here so I
can be a pain in it.
Despite his overtly masculine appearance, his reserve suggested he would be the type to order a glass of milk at the bar.
That offended her as a bartender and as a recreational drinker.
God, you’re so fucking arrogant. You think I want to be your girlfriend or something?”
… “I don’t care what you call yourself. Titles are irrelevant to what I want with you.
Give me a chance, beautiful girl.
Tessa BaileyThere's something to be said for small victories when they're made out of chocolate.
Tessa BaileySomehow she’d ended up in bed with the man mothers warn their daughters to stay away from. The kind of man fathers go after with a shotgun, their sobbing daughters trailing behind them in a wedding dress. She should have stayed away, because now that she knew what all the fuss was about, she would never be satisfied with anything less. He’d blindsided her, ruined her, and addicted her in one single evening.
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