I NEED A BOYFRIEND… and I need one now…
WANTED
One bad-ass man with boyfriend experience.
Must be willing to fight dirty and work weekends, nights, and overtime.
Bad attitude a must. Bonus points if you’re hot, athletic, and sporting tattoos.
When I asked Jordan Wells for a Boyfriend Experience game I didn’t expect to get stuck with billionaire real-estate agent, Lawton Ayers. He doesn’t exactly fit the job description.
WANTED
One professional woman with business experience.
Must be willing to build a future together.
Successful entrepreneur a must. Bonus points if you’re a crazy local legend.
When Jordan Wells offered up Oaklee Ryan a last-minute business partner to seal a deal I’ve been working on for years, I didn’t expect beautiful, sexy, and multi-orgasmic to be on her list of qualifications.
But that’s what I got. And she’s perfect just the way she is.
Too bad she doesn’t want me to be HER boyfriend. Because she bought me for someone else…
We did something wrong.
We fucked this up.
Somehow, some way, we missed the most obvious clue.
And yet… it’s still the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever felt with a woman.
So does it matter? Does it matter that when I leave here and tomorrow comes—when I go back to work and take phone calls, and meetings, and show houses, and do paperwork—the fantasy will end?
Will the sting of tomorrow take away the sweetness of today?
That’s the question she’s asking.
And that’s the question I answer when I reaffirm and say, “No. It won’t.”
“Fuck me hard this time,” she says.
I smile.
“Just do it.”
I smile bigger.
“Fuck me like the world ends tonight. Fuck me like we’ll never fuck again. Fuck me like—”
I whirl around, pressing her back into the hard tiled wall of the shower, back my hips up so only the tip of my cock is inside her. And thrust forward.
Her fingernails dig into my bare shoulders, gripping them like she never wants to let go, and I pound her again. She leans her head down, mouth open, and bites me on the fleshy part of my arm. Just a quick nip. Like she needs to get my full attention even though she already has it. It needs to be complete. It needs to be all-consuming. It needs to belong to her and only her.
I thrust again. Then again, and again, and again. Giving her what she wants. Her bite becomes a kiss. Her fingernails find their way to my back. Dragging up and down, up and down, and I fuck her back and forth. Back and forth.
And then I change my tactics. Stopping completely.
“No,” she whines, biting my shoulder again. “No.”
I hug her close. My hands gripping her ass so hard, she’ll have bruises tomorrow. My chest pressed into her breasts, relishing the feeling of her softness again the hardness of me.
As slow and soft as it’s been so far with Oaklee, that’s how fast and hard it is now.
I fuck her like the world ends tonight.
I fuck her like we’ll never fuck again.
I fuck her just the way she wants me to.
We fucked this up.
Somehow, some way, we missed the most obvious clue.
And yet… it’s still the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever felt with a woman.
So does it matter? Does it matter that when I leave here and tomorrow comes—when I go back to work and take phone calls, and meetings, and show houses, and do paperwork—the fantasy will end?
Will the sting of tomorrow take away the sweetness of today?
That’s the question she’s asking.
And that’s the question I answer when I reaffirm and say, “No. It won’t.”
“Fuck me hard this time,” she says.
I smile.
“Just do it.”
I smile bigger.
“Fuck me like the world ends tonight. Fuck me like we’ll never fuck again. Fuck me like—”
I whirl around, pressing her back into the hard tiled wall of the shower, back my hips up so only the tip of my cock is inside her. And thrust forward.
Her fingernails dig into my bare shoulders, gripping them like she never wants to let go, and I pound her again. She leans her head down, mouth open, and bites me on the fleshy part of my arm. Just a quick nip. Like she needs to get my full attention even though she already has it. It needs to be complete. It needs to be all-consuming. It needs to belong to her and only her.
I thrust again. Then again, and again, and again. Giving her what she wants. Her bite becomes a kiss. Her fingernails find their way to my back. Dragging up and down, up and down, and I fuck her back and forth. Back and forth.
And then I change my tactics. Stopping completely.
“No,” she whines, biting my shoulder again. “No.”
I hug her close. My hands gripping her ass so hard, she’ll have bruises tomorrow. My chest pressed into her breasts, relishing the feeling of her softness again the hardness of me.
As slow and soft as it’s been so far with Oaklee, that’s how fast and hard it is now.
I fuck her like the world ends tonight.
I fuck her like we’ll never fuck again.
I fuck her just the way she wants me to.
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Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.
She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
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