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456 pages, Paperback
First published January 11, 2016









“I do what I want, when I want. And I don’t give a shit what people think about me.”
“I thought you said you didn’t want to… And Dean Di Laurentis only does what he wants, remember?”
“I am doing what I want. I’m making you happy.”





I kiss him back hungrily, helpless to resist him. Dean Di Laurentis is in my blood now. I didn't expect this intense sexual chemistry between us, but it's here, and it's addictive, and I don't know how I can ever give it up.

The guy has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the affection-giving habits of a puppy, offering his sexual devotion to whoever happens to be holding the treat. By which I mean the vagina.

Have you considered seeing a psychiatrist about your delusions?" I ask politely. "Because, sweetie, there's no chance in hell of us boning tonight."
"Fine. How about we go down on each other instead?"
"How about you leave?"
"Counter offer- I stay and we dry hump."
...last I checked, genitals don't decide who gets to listen to their music first."
"Oh yes, they do...
See, if you take away my dick privileges, I'll be fine for moths. Years, even. But if I take away your pussy privileges? You'll be utterly lost. Like a drowning man at sea, desperately grabbing for the vagina preserver. Therefore, vagina trumps penis."











The Deal (Off-Campus, #1)
The Mistake (Off-Campus, #2)
The Score (Off-Campus, #3)
The Goal (Off-Campus, #4)
The Legacy (Off-Campus, #4.5)



“Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.” Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.”
“The guy has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the affection-giving habbits of a puppy, offering his sexual devotion to whoever happens to be holding the treat. By which I mean the vagina.”
“I do what I want, when I want. And I don’t give a shit what people think about me.”



"Ugh. You even have perfect nipples," I gripe.
His lips twitch. "Do you wanna touch em?"

"I am perfect. I need to remind myself of that more often."
I snort. "Right. Because you're not conceited enough."
"I'm confident," he corrects.
"Edward wants her on a biological level, right?"
"Are you seriously dissecting Twilight right now?"
God, I am. This is what Allie has reduced me to.
A sad, pathetic loser who goes to a bar and forces
his friend to to participate in a Twilight book club.

He looks at the bathtub,
where I'm lounging like Cleo-fuck-ing-patra.
He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body
like a fluffy white clod. And then he looks at Winston.
"Dude," I blurt out. "It's not what it looks like!"
"Nope, nope, nope, I don't want to know!"
Snatches his pants off the rack. Continues backing away.
His eyes again focus on the pink dildo two inches from my hand.
I try again. "I promise you, it's not --"
"I don't want to know."

"I was a perfect gentlemen."
Logan snorts. "Well, that's a first."
"Fuck you very much. I happen to be skilled in the art of gentlemanry."
"That's not an art. Or a work." Logan rolls his eyes.
Every little thing she does is magic
Every thing she does just turns me on ..►♫

"You're lucky I love you, babe.
If any other girl had done this to me --"
"You love me? You just said it."
"I ... Well, damn. I guess I did."
"Did you mean it? I want to hear it again."
"Aw shit, babe. Don't make me say it again.
It's bad enough I said it first."

“I'm goddamn aching for u, Allie.”
“I dip my head to whisper in her ear. ‘Please, baby, I've been such a good boy... I've waited a whole week for this. Don't I deserve a reward for my patience?’ I rub the side of her neck with my lips. ‘I've been—’ I kiss her jaw ‘such—’ I kiss my way up to her mouth ‘—a good boy.’”
“Squish. That's the noise my heart makes. Because it's so fucking full of love it can no longer contain it all.”