Page 54 of Dating Mr. Right A Collection
He moans and groans, muttering just like that, yeah, deeper, your mouth feels so damn good, so fucking good, that I swear I’m going to orgasm from his words. His reaction. His realness.
When his words turn into nonsense, he pulls me up, brings me close, and whispers let me fuck you now, sweetheart.
And yep. I’m done for. That’s it. I’m gone. It’s insta-lust, insta-love, insta-everything.
The deed is spectacular. It’s electric and intense, it’s wild and frenzied, it’s slow and tender. It’s the best it’s ever been.
But it’s not too good to be true. It’s better.
I suppose that’s how it goes when you’ve finally met the man who ticks all the boxes and then some.
* * *
Herb
The next morning I take her out for pancakes.
With her fork in hand, she dives in with gusto. “I love pancakes.”
“Some people do.”
“Hey! Don’t rain on my pancake parade.” She eyes my plate of eggs. “Why didn’t you order pancakes?”
I sigh heavily and level with her. “I don’t like them.”
Her blue eyes pop. “What? How is that possible?”
“Just don’t. I’m an eggs and hash browns kind of guy.”
She shakes her head vehemently. “I refuse to believe anyone can dislike pancakes.”
I tap my chest. “This guy does.”
She huffs, takes another bite of her pancakes, then smiles. “Herb.” She sets down her fork and gives me a strange smile.
“What? Is this a deal-breaker? A new act of sabotage?”
She stands, moves around the table, and sits down next to me, then kisses my cheek. “You told me you hate pancakes, and I still like you. This must be the real thing.”
I laugh, cup her cheek, and bring her close for another kiss.
“And amazingly, I can tolerate the taste of pancakes on your lips.”
She tap-dances her fingers down my shirt. “I’ll get you to like them eventually.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I walk her home, and outside her apartment she gives me the best redo ever—kissing the hell out of me and making me wish I could take the rest of the day off.
Instead, I peel myself away, send her a text, and ask if I can see her that night.
Seconds later, she replies with a yes.
It’s possible I send her a few more texts that day. It’s possible some are sweet. It’s possible some are dirty too. She seems to like all those sides of me, and hell, I like all of hers.
Or really, love is the better word.
Epilogue
Olivia
I spend the night. And the next night, and the next one, and the next one.
For several wonderful blissful months that culminate in a ring, a promise, and a shared home.
Right now, I’m heading to meet Evie to thank her for setting me up with the man who has become my fiancé. When I see her at the coffee shop, Flynn is with her. “If we could only convince Flynn to let me work on him,” Evie says, crossing her fingers.
He shakes his head. “Nope. I’m too focused on work.”
I shoot him a you’re so ridiculous look, then turn to Evie. “Someday he’ll realize there is a meant-to-be for him, since I found mine. And we’re going to Bora Bora for our honeymoon.”
Flynn’s green eyes light up. “He passed the Bora Bora litmus test.”
“And someday you’ll find someone who passes yours,” I say.
My brother might be reluctant, he might have his own reasons for keeping up his guard, but I believe that deep down, there’s a woman who’s going to be his perfect match.
I found mine.
I thought he was too good to be true.
Then I realized that some things simply are, and those are the ones you don’t let slip away.
THE END
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Strong Suit
A short story
ABOUT
From the day I meet Ginny in the conference room, I’m smitten with the co-worker who’s ten years my senior. And I’m going to pull out all the stops to win her over.
Her Prologue
A year ago
For the record, I did not—underline not—make the offer because he’s hot.
I only made the offer because I’m helpful.
That was it.
That was all.
It went down like this.
At the end of a department-head meeting, my boss popped in, introduced the new director of sales, then—because he had an unexpected meeting with a client—asked if someone wouldn’t mind showing him around.
Wouldn’t mind?
Ah, hell no.
Because Noah Rivera was easy on the eyes.
And had the best smile ever.
But wait. That’s not why I stuck my hand in the air.
“I’ll be happy to show him around,” I offered.
I did it because I liked to help.
Always had, always would.
“Why, thank you very much for being my tour guide,” Noah said as we walked down the hall and I showed him the food labs at our chocolate company.
