her dreams come true…
band. Of his feelings. Of the woman he has tied to his bed. He never gets close
enough to get hurt. He never wants to.
latest music video. Which means he shouldn’t be picturing her naked. Spread
eagle. Screaming his name. He doesn’t mix business and pleasure, but there’s
something about her quick wit and her soft curves–
six foot three, inked up, rock star s*x god offering to be her f-buddy. And not
just any rock star. Mal. The guy with the piercing blue eyes and the breathy,
tortured voice. The guy who’s poster hung on her dorm room wall for three years
straight. The guy she thinks about every night when she… ahem.
needs is more heartbreak. But how is she supposed to be casual with the man
she’s been fantasizing about for the last four years?
She looks up at me, her expression needy. “I… I’m not stupid. I know you
want me. And you know I want you.”
messy. I don’t want messy again. We work together. I can’t believe I’m saying
this, but I won’t give up this job for anything.”
badly.” Her cheeks flush. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
after the shoot.”
want you. I can’t fucking remember the last time I liked someone.”
It’s probably been since high school. “I want this to be a regular thing.
I want to show you so much fucking pleasure.” I drag my fingers through
her hair. “But you have to understand. There are no strings here. The
second either one of us wants to walk, it’s over.”
Fuck, I can’t believe it either. I’ve never had an exclusive fuck buddy. But
now is the time. I don’t want to break any more hearts. This is less
Crystal Kaswell writes scorching hot new adult romance. When she isn’t writing, she is chain drinking tea, binge watching Law and Order, practicing yoga, or debating which fictional character would be the best in bed. She lives in Portland, OR with her husband.