Chapters (39)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Epilogue
- Excerpt from Boss Witch
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
Her mouth was sweet and lush with a fruity tang. Mango? And tequila. She sank her hands into his hair and tugged as he kissed her neck. Her head fell back, her riotously red hair spilling down her back as she closed her eyes. Their earlier kisses hadn’t smudged her lipstick, a magic he couldn’t begin to fathom. Leanne breathed faster as he ran his teeth over her throat, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer still.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
He’d stopped carrying them around years ago. Keeping one in the wallet was ridiculous and optimistic, a relic of the high school boy who’d thought sex could happen anywhere, anytime.
She laughed lightly and opened her purse. It was a small clutch, only big enough to hold her phone, lipstick, some cash, and a handful of condoms. “I come prepared.”
“Was that a pun? Wait, maybe don’t answer that. It might diminish the mood.”
“Who says banter has no place in the bathroom?”
“Uh, pretty much everyone.” He hesitated. “There’s not a lot of room, and—”
“Let’s cut to the chase. I’m in the mood to fuck, and I want to get on your dick. It doesn’t have to be more complicated.”
The sheer honesty of her words settled in his cock, and suddenly that was all he wanted too—to get out of his head and live in the moment. A gorgeous woman asking to fuck? Yes, please. Confidence kicked in. Once upon a time, he was good at this. Before Sarah, multiple people used to hit him up for booty calls when there were lots of other options.
“Lift your ass,” he said.
She complied without a flicker of hesitation, and oh yeah, he liked that. Trev rolled her skirt up, grazing her thighs with each careful motion. Her skin was incredibly smooth, lightly tanned, and she practically burned his fingers the higher they went. The heat from her sex was palpable, her panties already wet with excitement. He traced up the center, watching her face the whole time. Leanne’s eyes went hooded, and she let out a shivering breath.
“That’s it,” she whispered.
He pulled them off entirely and tossed them over his shoulder then shucked his bottoms. There evidently wasn’t a shy bone in Leanne’s body; that would change when Trev started fucking her. With eyes round as saucers, she stared at his cock until he shifted uneasily.
“What?”
“Holy shit. I’m pretty sure you’re legally obligated to advise potential partners that you’re bigger than a bread box beforehand.”
“Oh my God.” Heat rushed to his face so fast that he almost passed out from having his blood flow divided so severely. “You’ll just say anything!” In a softer tone, he added, “It’s not that big.”