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232 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 15, 2014

It turns out that the girl next door sometimes grows up to be the woman who makes you fall in love with her, whether or not you're ready.



Make me come. Please." She didn't recognize the high, thin pitch of her own voice. She couldn't get close enough, couldn't quite get there.
"I will, baby. I'm living for it."

This wasn't about claiming some part of her she hadn't given someone else. This was total ownership. But he didn't own her. She owned HIM.
His body. His mind. His heart.






"Do not call me Jilly Bean," she hissed, glancing to the right and left in case they’d been overheard. For a girl trying to shed her staid reputation, a childhood nickname like Jilly Bean was worse than the kiss of death. It was the kiss of purity, and Lord knew she already had plenty of that.The reason why I couldn’t give this a 4.5 rating like I normally do, I did not fancy the way this book ended. It felt rushed and quickly resolved, because in reality, if I was played or dumped or messed with, forgiveness doesn’t come a little too easy. Even though this read may be fictitious, I would prefer reading books that do have a sense of reality, especially when reading contemporary novels.
“Why? It’s your name, isn’t it?” He touched a purple strand of her hair clinging to her cheek. "You might look a little different, but you’re the same innocent—"
"I’m not freaking innocent." She went with her impulse and gave him a live demonstration by palming his cock through his jeans, right there against the side of the building. She flashed him a triumphant smile when a tremor went through his body, and she curled her fingers that much tighter. "Now," she purred, "what was that you were saying?"
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