Marrying Mr. Wrong is live and I'm so excited to share this book with you! This is totally the hot romantic comedy we all need right now.
Cox is cocky and SO charming, but adorkable hot mess Sophie throws him completely off his game. It's a sexy, feel-good read with plenty of heat and a happily ever after ending that will melt your heart.
Get a NSFW sneak peek from Marrying Mr. Wrong below.
Did I mention it's hot? You've been warned!
SNEAK PEEK FROM MARRYING MR. WRONG
Now I was wide awake in bed with an aching cock and the object of my fantasies—from then and now—was one room away. Sound asleep, no doubt, but still. She was there. And her presence haunted me.
Fuck this.
My hand hurt from punching that guy in the jaw, but not so much that I couldn’t take care of business. I ripped the covers off and took a deep breath.
Then I grabbed my very stiff erection and went to work.
I kept my eyes on the ceiling, but that wasn’t what I saw. No. Curly blond hair. Luscious curves. Smooth skin. What would I do to that girl if she were here right now?
Anything she wanted.
My hand moved up and down my hard length. This wouldn’t take long. Sophie on top of me, straddling my hips. She’d sink down onto my cock and I’d watch while she rode me. While her tits bounced, her hips rolled, and her hair cascaded around her shoulders. I’d caress those curves, thrusting up into her, sliding through her wetness.
Fuck. I stroked faster. God, I wanted her. I wanted her so bad I could already taste her. Swallowing a groan, I licked my lips, imagining her taste. Licking her until she begged me to stop. Then climbing on top of her and—
My door creaked and a small shaft of light broke through the darkness.
Sophie stood in my doorway, dressed in nothing but my t-shirt, her nipples poking against the thin fabric.
And here I was with my dick in my hand, about a minute away from coming.
Well, shit.
She took it all in—every bit of me, from my eyes to my hand wrapped around my erection. It was dark, but not that dark. She could see exactly what I’d been doing.
Your move, sugar.
I figured she’d blurt out an apology and probably trip over her own feet trying to get back to the guest room. But she didn’t.
Her eyes lingered on my cock, then moved up to meet mine. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice rough. Not sure where this was going, I kept hold of my cock.
Licking her lips, she looked at it again, then took slow steps into the room. “I can’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
“I probably shouldn’t be in here.”
“Yes, you should.”
Her eyebrows lifted, her expression hopeful. “Yeah?”
“Sugar, I was about to make myself come just thinkin’ about you.” Giving myself a slow stroke up and down, I let out a groan. No more holding back now. It was game on. “Now take those fuckin’ panties off.”
Her lips twitched in a smile. “I’m not wearing any.”