She took a sharp breath. “God, you smell good.”
“Thanks. I showered today, just for you.”
She scoffed, biting down on her bottom lip.
“You can help me forget,” she replied. “Forget him. Forget the hurt.”
I nodded. “Of course. Just tell me what to do.”
Emily looked at me for another beat, like she was debating whether or not to say what she was about to.
“You can fuck me,” she said at last.
My heart leapt to my throat. I started. “Pardon?”
“Just this once. Nothing leaves this room, remember?”
It was my turn to stare. Out of all the things she could’ve said, I was definitely not expecting that. Hoping for it? Fantasizing about it? Yes. But expecting it—hell no.
My cock leapt at the idea. I’d wanted to put my hands on Emily—really put my hands on her body, get to know it, savor it—for bloody months now.
It was wrong. But I wanted it. Badly. And now that I knew she wanted it, too…
“Now or never, Kit.” She swallowed. “Please.”
My body moved before my mind did. I angled my foot against the chair between us and shoved it aside. Emily’s lips parted at the sound.
Fuck it. If this is what Emily Kilpatrick wanted, then I’d give it to her.
I’d make her forget this asshole ex of hers. Maybe then she’d think about me instead.
I’d make her mine.
I didn’t hesitate. I stepped into her, pressing my body against hers. This felt so good. So bloody good. My pulse thundered as I cupped her face in my hand. In one smooth, impatient motion, I bent my neck and tilted her head and brought her mouth up to meet mine.
She drew a breath as I kissed her, rising into my caress.
I kissed Emily Kilpatrick in the middle of my office like I had nothing to lose.
It hit me that I didn’t. I’d already lost myself to her a long time ago.
Read the rest of Emily and Kit’s story here!
Acknowledgments
A huge thanks to everyone who helped me bring Aly and Rob’s story to life. It really takes a village!
I’d like to thank my editor, Kristin Anders, for her patience and incredible insight. You push me to be a better writer. Can’t wait to see what we come up with next!
Thanks, too, to my INCREDIBLE beta readers, Quinn Fall-Bowman and Heather Renc. Your feedback really made this book shine, and I can’t thank you enough for taking a chance on a new author like me!
I couldn’t have launched this book without the help several readers so generously provided. Jodi, Monique, and Joyce - you ladies rock! I’m humbled by your dedication, your organization, and your willingness to share your time with me. THANK YOU!
Thanks to my cover artist, Elizabeth Bank, for creating such gorgeous covers for this series. You are so very talented!
I’d also like to thank my proofreader, Tandy, for her work on this manuscript—and for the kind words of encouragement.
Thanks to the ladies at Give Me Books for their promotional support. You gals rock!
This year has been an exciting one, largely due to all the incredible author friends I’ve made. Maria, Kathryn, Lucy, Bobby, Kelsey, Dylan, Wenphia, Sonnie, Arell, Rachel…the list goes on. I’m so lucky to call you friends!
Finally, I’d like to thank my INSANELY AWESOME readers. Your enthusiasm for my work has seriously been life changing. I so appreciate all you do to encourage me and to spread the word about my books. THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart.
About the Author
JESSICA PETERSON began reading romance to escape the decidedly unromantic awkwardness of her teenage years. Having found solace in the likes of Mr. Darcy, Jamie Fraser (OMG love the gingers!), and Edward Cullen, it wasn’t long before she began creating tall, dark and handsome heroes of her own. She lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband, Mr. Peterson, and her smelly Goldendoodle Martha Bean. For more information, please visit her website at www.jessicapeterson.com.
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