Started devouring this book in the first month it was published (love the cover btw) Writing wasn't the best I've read but it did the job since it still had a plot and character development. Also can't say no to a guy who likes to be on his knees (that often)
Currenlty waiting to see if Cole decides to throw Reese into the mix for a threesome or foursome - doubt it will happen (didn't)
God the 2nd half of this book took FOREVER - also what was with THOSE TIME JUMPS
Kinda happy the book is over TBH
Fav parts:
- I’m not this person. I don’t want to pretend to be her. I want to be her and until I can, I won’t.
- “You think you can ruin me in one night?” “I’d like to try.”
- “Any second thoughts about coming here?”
“No,” she says again.
“Then you still want me to fuck you,” I say.
“No,” she says. “I want to fuck you.”
I laugh because she isn’t being bold and sexy. She’s playing tug of war. “No competition though, right?”
- I almost revert to pre-law school and add “I guess” but cut it off. I know better. Indecisive words tear away your control and your power.
- Some part of me also knows that the more I challenge him, the more he will demand. I realize then that there is more to this night than me simply wanting an escape. There is me craving the battle of wills with a man like this one, the adrenaline rush of battling an equal, and winning, or at least, not falling. For the first time in what feels like forever, Cole is giving me that rush and I had no idea how much I needed it.
- Sweetheart. He keeps calling me that and I like it too much.
- “Because the danger of never letting go is you lose yourself. When you lose yourself, you lose what you’re after, why you’re doing what you’re doing. Been there, done that.”
- “I know how to size people up with incredible accuracy.” In other words, I sized him up. “I never quit,” I add, “and I know how to set priorities and limits with great discipline. For myself and those around me.”
- maria calling her cinderella because she knew and understood her story was kinda sweet
- I settle my briefcase and purse on a barstool. Cat is about to sit down when Reese catches her shoulders and pulls her back against him. “Relax, sweetheart,” Reese murmurs near her ear, the “sweetheart” another little tidbit to remind me of that intimacy between Cole and I that shouldn’t exist but does.
- Her expression is conflicted. “I’ll pay you.” “You already paid me,” I say. “With help and friendship in all kinds of ways.” I key my MacBook to life. “Did you send me the file?”
- You can’t love someone and not need them, honey (motherly advice I suppose)
- “I don’t know if I want to cry, kiss you, or hit you right now.”
- My heart squeezes and so do my eyes. I don’t answer. I am not going to answer.
- I feel the crush of emotions he creates, and I smell him everywhere. I am angry all over.
- I rush down the hallway to find him standing at the living room window on the phone, his back to me, a white tee stretched across his broad shoulders, jeans hugging his powerful lower body. He looks deliciously male. His voice is deliciously rich. I hate that I notice.
Funny moments:
- I’m having the most sexual experience of the past two years of my life, on the street with a stranger.
- “I thought you couldn’t do drinks tonight, Lori?” “Maybe I just didn’t want to do drinks with you.” His lips, which are full, beautiful lips that I shouldn’t be looking at, quirk at the sides. “Is that how it is?” he asks, amusement in his blue eyes. “I haven’t decided,” I say, because he’s a man who consumes a woman, and I can’t afford to be consumed. “Then I consider that a win.” “How is that?” I query. “This morning you said no,” he points out. “Now you’re not sure.”
- Sex has a way of distorting reality and then punching it right back in your face.
- “You need to get out and date, honey,” my mother says. No, I think. Forget the dating. I’ll take Cole’s hand on my ass, just one more time. (lmao)
- I’m alone in the apartment, and I put another huge slice of chocolate cake on my plate. I might as well grow a bigger butt. No one is going to be seeing it anytime soon.
- “I want a lot of things,” he says, his eyes flicking to my mouth and lifting. “Coffee isn’t one of them”
- I peel off my jacket and tie, and walk to the bar, grab a glass for whiskey and decide I need ice or I’m going to drink way too fucking fast.
- “No woman should leave Paris without being spanked.”
- “What comes next, Lori?” I ask, my teeth now scraping her hip. “Apparently you spank me,” she whispers.
Build up:
- “You really are arrogant.”
“Yes. I am. But I’m also not wrong. I’ll be back next week.”
“I don’t want to know that,” I say. “I don’t want to know you.”
He arches a dark brow, the moonlight catching on the renewed challenge in his eyes. “No?”
“No,” I say, but even to my own ears, I do not sound convincing. I do want to know him. It’s just the wrong time. The wrong place.
- “Why?”
“There’s the question I need answered. Do you want to know me?”
“No,” I lie, despite hating lies.
He leans in close, his hand back at my waist, scorching me, branding me, his cheek against my cheek. “Liar,” he whispers by my ear, and that whisper, his warm breath on my neck and ear, shivers a path through every inch of me.
- considering I can still taste you on my lips, this party might just be tolerable.” I stop walking and look at him. “Cole—” He turns to face me, intimacy and warmth in his blue eyes. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Don’t say anything like that in that room, please,” I say. “Because I’m not sure I can hide my reaction.”
- “I don’t want to be your kept woman.” I laugh. “My version of a kept woman is you naked, tied to my bed, with another spanking thrown in just for the pleasure of it.” I stroke her cheek and soften my voice. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.” I don’t give her time to argue. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.
Omg the plane scene:
I cover her hand with my hand. “Any notable reason for that fear?”
“I didn’t say fear,” she corrects. “I simply said that I don’t like it.”
“Any notable reason not to like it?” I ask, trying not to laugh at that correction.
“Just the fear of crashing.” She laughs and looks at me. “I just admitted to being afraid.”
“Yes,” I say, and this time I laugh with her. “You did.” The plane starts to pick up speed.
“I really hate take-off,” she pants out, looking out of the window.
I squeeze her hand. “Look at me again.”
“Not right now,” she says.
“Now,” I say, reaching across her and pulling the shade.
“I need to see,” she says, reaching for the shade I hold in place.
“If you can’t see take-off, you can’t see what you can’t control. Trust me. It works. Leave it down. Try it for me.”
She inhales and lets it out. “Okay. But you better be right.”
“I am right,” I say, sinking back into my seat. “Now, look at me.”
She inhales again and turns her apprehensive, green-eyed stare on me. “You’re beautiful,” I say.
Smut moments:
- He’s kissing me, tongue licking into my mouth in a deep, drugging stroke, followed by another. I moan softly, and any will I had to resist is gone. I sink into the taste of him, drinking him in, and he tastes like cream and whiskey, and sin and satisfaction. I melt into the hard wall of his body, and he is so damn hard everywhere, and yet, this is the easiest thing I’ve done in months.
- “You haven’t invited me over there,” I say.
“I didn’t know I had to.”
“You do,” I say, trying to turn my hesitation into my control.
“Then I am.” He holds out a hand to me. “Come over here.”
- His hand caresses my neck, his mouth lowering, breath warm on my lips, lingering there a moment before his tongue strokes deep and he kisses me, a deep, drugging, over too soon kiss, before he says, “Do I taste like I want you to leave?”
“You taste like trouble,” I say, the pure need I feel for him, when I’ve disallowed myself that feeling for so long, is dangerous, and yet addictive.
- I have a plan for you, Lori whoever-you-are. Since I don’t get a promise of a last name and a phone number,” he says, dragging my mouth to his. “I get everything else.”
“Everything?” I ask, my belly clenching with all the possibilities that word holds.
“All of you,” he says.
“Define all of me.”
“For this one night,” he says, leaning in, his lips near my ear, the rasp of his light stubble scraping erotically along the delicate skin of my cheek. “I own you.”
- “No one owns me.”
“Then, sweetheart, you’ve never been properly fucked.” I slide my hands under her jacket, settling my palms on her shoulders.
“I guess that depends on how you define properly.”
- “It’s not about pain, Lori. It will sting at most. It’s about escape. It’s about the freedom to be vulnerable for just a little window of time when you don’t dare any other time.”
- I suck in air as the sensation of his touch spirals through my body, and when he begins tracing my clit with one hand, one finger, he also begins a slow pat over the top of my sex with the others. It’s nothing anyone has ever done to me before, but it’s good. It’s really good, each pat rocking me with spikes of pleasure. I am wet, I am aroused, I am so on edge, so ready to come, that I’ve forgotten everything but wanting more, needing more.
- “Do I taste like I want you to leave?” he asks again.
“You still taste like trouble, which is why if I had any sense, I would have left before now.”
“But you didn’t. You haven’t, and you shouldn’t.”
He doesn’t give me time to reply. He scoops me up and carries me toward the bedroom, and in a few moments, I’m on the mattress with his big body over me, the heavy weight of him pressing against me.
- “You forgot to replace the panties I tore off you.” “I didn’t forget,” I say. “I wasn’t letting you ruin yet another pair.” (haha been there)
- “I’m not leaving this time,” she says, which is the exact answer I’m looking for. “I’m going to stay around and own you this time.” I laugh. “Own me, sweetheart,” I say, and I’m not above having a momentary fantasy of her naked body draped over my lap again, only this time her mouth is on my cock, which motivates me to add, “I’m looking forward to it.” “Why do I know you just had a dirty thought?” she asks, opening her computer. “Because I did,” I say, leaning closer. “Would you like me to share it?” “No,”
- I kiss him. “Don’t laugh at me.” “Or else what?” “I’ll find a way to punish you.”
- We both laugh, and she blushes a pretty, sexy pink. “In my tequila-laden mind that went differently.” “Like the tequila made you call me an asshole downstairs?” I tease.
“The tequila kept me from saying it sooner.” “Is that right?”
- “Come on my fingers,” I say, my lips next to her lips. “Then on my cock.” I kiss her, and slip two fingers inside her. She’s wet, and hot, and she pants into my mouth in that sexy, sweet, way she does. The more I lick into her mouth, the more I stroke her, and the more she arches into me.
- I want her on top. I want her to ride me. I want her to show me how much she wants me. And she does.
- “Show me how you want me to touch you,” I order, knowing Lori is reserved, but wanting her to let me see that other part of her I know exists. The part that let me spank her.
- His mouth comes down on mine, and suddenly I’m pressed against the refrigerator, his big body framing mine, and he is kissing me, a deep passionate, tormented kiss that is darker than any kiss I’ve ever experienced with this man. It’s pain and torment that didn’t just happen today. It’s more, it’s something he’s never let me see and I don’t understand.
- Once I’m there, he’s kissing me, a drugging, intense, burn-me-inside-out kiss, that is forever and not long enough.