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374 pages, Paperback
First published November 21, 2016
He was worth it. He was worth the objections we’d probably receive from both our families and possibly even our friends. He was worth the heartbreak I was almost certain would come. He was worth it all.

I'm used to coming in second place.”
“Not with me you don't.”

His grin always bore that smug, arrogant smirk, as if he could read every dirty thought in my head. I hated that too...almost as much as I hated him.

Every time you disagree with me, I just want to piss you off until you kiss me and rip at my clothes. And then I want to bury my cock so deep inside you I forget my own fucking name. And then I want to make you forget yours.”
I don't know. Doesn't that sound... wrong to you?”
“Oh, baby doll. Wrong's just the way I like it.”
Where the hell have you been all my life?"
"I've been looking for you, baby doll."
















"All you’d need is one taste of me and you’d forget about big brother completely.”
"Stop calling me Little Gamble. You compare me to him every time you say it, and I don’t like that. I’m not Brandt. I could never be Brandt, even if I tried. So this is who you got, baby doll. Colton David Gamble, and no one else."








“What else you got?”
“What do you mean, what else do I got?”…
“My forbidden status.” He snapped his fingers, encouraging me back on track. “You said first of all with the age thing, leading me to believe there was more than one aspect making me so illicit and exciting. So what else you got, baby doll? Lay it on me, thick and heavy, or you know, just lay yourself on me.”
“We need to have sex. I’m talking no-holds-barred, hanging from the ceiling, tearing each other’s clothes off, animal-fucking sex.”
His delicious descriptions swept through me like a hurricane. My hormones stirred to life and licked their lips, ready to climb him right there.
But…
“I don’t know. Doesn’t that sounds…wrong to you?” my stupid conscience prompted me to say as I pressed my hand to my forehead.
Colton grinned one of his panty-dropping grins. “Oh, baby doll. Wrong’s just the way I like it.”
“See…” I pointed at him, frowning. “You say shit like that, and I know I should get annoyed and offended by it and want to smack your arrogant face, but no…no. Stupid me, I just want to climb you like a freaking stripper pole, shedding clothes as I go.”
“On a scale of the Saraha Desert to Niagara Falls … How wet are you right now?”
“Colton had come along … he’d ignited things inside me his brother hadn’t even been able to touch.”
“I’m used to coming in second place.”
“Not with me you don’t.”









