About last night… I could blame the bourbon. I could say I let things get out of hand, that I should have never called you, but I’m done lying to myself—to you. I know what you’re going to say. You’re not very good at keeping your opinions to yourself, but this can’t happen. It’s inappropriate, at best. I’m your boss. Not to mention, you’re clearly still hung up on him. I’m not a consolation prize.
You didn’t think it was inappropriate when you had your tongue down my throat, but I digress. As for your accusation, I’m not the only one stuck in the past, but at least I’m not running from it. I can’t believe I’m about to say this… Maybe you’re right. You shouldn’t have called me. Especially if you never intended to own it. Own that you wanted it to happen. Admit that you wanted me.
Not so sincerely,
Not So Sincerely, Yours (For Him, Book 2)
By A.M. Johnson
Amazon – Kindle Unlimited
(this one is a bit steamy)
I punched and folded the pillow a few times trying to get comfortable, my head filled with too much stimulus. Sirens echoed somewhere in the city as I closed my eyes. Like every night, my brain switched to autopilot, and I couldn’t settle down. I sat up a little, resting my back against the pillows and raked my fingers through my hair. The lights of Times Square flashed inside my head, the kid laughing in the park on a loop inside my ears. And Ethan. And his mouth. And his scent of wood and soap and rain. I blew out a long breath, wishing I hadn’t packed away my book.
Giving in, I grabbed my phone and opened up the app I’d been avoiding ever since Ethan had mentioned it. Attraction was an idea. An idea that plagued you until you either acted on it or moved on. Maybe seeing him like this, outside of the confines of the office would quell the growing curiosity.
I’d never been so wrong about anything in my entire life.
A simple shot of Ethan’s abs filled my screen. His fingers were fisted in what looked like a blanket as he pushed it dangerously low, exposing the smooth, pale skin below his tan line. I stared at the trimmed brown hair that dusted the top of his pelvis, and the ache in my dick became too prominent to ignore. I reached under the sheets and palmed the growing erection inside my boxer briefs. This was not the reaction I wanted. Instead of switching out of the app like I should have, I scrolled through his pictures. Bad idea number—I’d lost count. Some of the images were older, and I had to admit, the leaner version of Ethan was just as sexy. He had broad shoulders and a swimmer’s body all packaged with a bright smile and the most unique eyes I’d ever seen.
I closed out of the app and tossed my phone, gently this time, onto the side table. Lying back down, I flipped to my right side and then my left about four times. Growling into the void, I fell onto my back and shoved down the sheets. I slipped a hand under the waistband of my underwear and smeared the dot of pre-come leaking from my slit down my shaft with my thumb. A ragged breath escaped my lungs, the first real breath I’d taken all day. I stroked myself hard and steady, thinking about his soft pale skin, that patch of hair, and how it would feel against the tip of my nose, my hip, rubbing against my dick. I forced out all the warnings and the rules and let myself go. This didn’t have to mean anything. It was a physical response to a hot picture, and I hadn’t gotten laid in over a month. It was about flesh and muscle. I thought about the sharp line of his jaw and how it would taste. I didn’t think about his eyes or his smile or his smart mouth, and how I wanted to fill it with my cock or my fingers. My hips jerked as I groaned through clenched teeth, and my orgasm splashed against my stomach. Breathless, I slammed my eyes shut as goose bumps broke out across my skin. The longer I lay there, the harder it was to rationalize away what I’d done.
I’d gotten off thinking about an employee.
His eyes, his smile, his smart mouth.
Everything I shouldn’t want.
Everything I couldn’t have.
I didn’t read book 1, Love Always, Wild. But I loved reading the blurb on this one, enemies to lovers being one of my favorite tropes. So, I jumped in here…and now really want to go back. 🙂
I loved this book. It was fun, sexy, smart, and just all around worth sitting down and reading in one sitting.
Their previous interactions were not good, so Anders hiring Ethan as his temporary assistant was not on either of their lists of things to do. However, it turned out to be what they both needed. Anders needed an assistant for a maternity leave, and Ethan needed some time until he moved onto his next phase. Perfect. And the fights were small. hahaha
It was definitely a slow burn, as they began to slowly get to know each other, get over their previous relationships, then like each other, and then onto the hotness of “can’t get enough of him”.
I really enjoyed this one, and now want to go back and read book 1, and will definitely be keeping an eye out for future A.M. Johnson books.
4.5 pieces of eye candy
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