Brooke Blaine

Sweet God, he had definitely been worth stealing for.

Even his smirk was fucking hot.

“You mean the open seat you pushed another guy out of?”

“Oh, that?” Ryder’s dimples deepened. “What can I say? When I see something I want, I have to go after it.”

Shit. I was curious about a lot of things when it came to him.

How he’d taste…

How he’d look out of his shirt and jeans…

How he’d sound when he ca—

Yesss, don’t stop. For the love of God, don’t stop.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Hell yes. But I want it all.”

“Be specific.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Ash’s eyes glittered in the darkness, telling me that was exactly what he wanted to hear

“Give me what I need to get inside you, Ryder.”

Did I mention I loved a man who knew what he wanted? Honestly, was there anything fucking hotter?

“I’m running this show now.”

He brushed a quick, hard kiss across my lips, flashed a dirty smirk, then spun me around and shoved me against the wall.

Fuck. Me.

“Fuck me. I want to still feel you tomorrow.”