“I have to admit that seeing you covered in me is pretty hot too.”
He winks, getting to his feet. His cock is rock hard. It sticks straight up with pre-cum already dotting the tip.
“You were pretty submissive,” he teases.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I fall to my knees. Taking his length in my hands, I listen to his gasp. “Let’s see who’s submissive now.”
6
Delaney
The sun is bright. Too bright. Way brighter then it should be.
I start to move but my muscles scream at me to slow it down. And then I remember: Boone.
I lie quietly in my bed and breathe in the scent he left behind. His cologne is all over me, all over my sheets—permeating my entire house, I hope.
My body sings with memories of his touch. My lips swollen from his kisses. My core exhausted from the orgasms he expertly delivered until I passed out sometime around three this morning.
I look to the side and see a rose on my pillow. It’s the rose from outside—the one I was waiting to bloom. Rising up on my elbow, I pick it up to see a note left beneath it.
You were right. These do bloom when something beautiful happens.
Thanks for a night I’ll never forget.
Boone
I hold the rose to my chest and smile.
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About Adriana Locke
USA Today bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana created her own.
The author of the Landry Family and Gibson Boys novels, and Tangle and Tumble in the Dogwood Lane series, Adriana resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, two dogs, two cats, and a bird. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice, and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket. Besides cinnamon gummy bears, boxing, and random quotes, her next favorite thing is chatting with readers.
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Love, Rose
Shari J. Ryan
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Ten years of my life. Ten. That is what I devoted to Frankie Cameron. We met less than a month after I moved home from Penn State. I figured I would come back to the same old town—to the same old people. There are currently only a thousand residents in Sleepy Hills, Connecticut, so when someone new moves to town, everyone knows within a week. I knew within one day when Frankie Cameron moved to our small area.
He bought the house two doors down from my parents’ ranch-style house. I watched from my bedroom window as he unloaded his pickup truck, carrying boxes alone without breaking a sweat. People moved in so seldom that the odds of the person being a single, attractive man, were slim. Therefore, I assumed he was moving into that white-picket enclosed house with an equally stunning wife.