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(From Random Acts of Crazy)
come true, I’d have chosen the winning MegaMillions lottery ticket dream, but
this would do as a distant second, Trevor’s mouth warm and inviting, tasting
like orange tangy yumminess. He kissed with his whole body, hands roaming
through my hair, his tongue parting my lips and going on a search for something
so deep in me I thought he’d never reach it and I would have to live in the
ecstasy of being loved by his mouth forever.
that he was naked brushed through my mind and then my hand brushed against his
thick, gleaming manhood, making his stomach tighten under my hands, splayed
against the fine, taut skin of his abs. Washboard. I’d heard that word applied
to a man’s body before but had never understood it til then. His flesh so
different from my own full curves, as if I were exploring an alien body in a
state of arousal so high I would reach nirvana soon.
groaned breathlessly, then stopped. “What’s your real name?” he whispered.
came out in a rushed gasp as his fingers found my right nipple and pinched just
enough to make it—and my pink nub—pebble instantly, as if they were one long,
connected nerve ending. His other hand explored my back, sliding up under my
shirt, the heat of his flesh pouring into me. The fact that he was fully naked
and I was not was a kind of tragedy.
to fix that.
Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic
comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia
finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike
Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband
after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire).
She lives in New England with her husband and three children in a household
where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.