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“You like that, beautiful?” he asks in his sex-laced voice. I whimper as his mouth leaves my clit, screaming to put his tongue back on it.
Opening my eyes, I peer down at him over my stomach. Not able to find the words to speak, I just nod my head up and down, slowly telling him yes. All I want is for him to make me cum. My body is on the edge, just waiting to jump off and free fall into ecstasy.
Licking his lips, he moans, “Mmm…you taste so fuckin’ good.”
I feel my face flush red. I watch his tongue slowly slide across his bottom lip before he dives back in to finish what he started.
I fall back, thrashing my head fiercely against the bed. He goes balls to the wall, sucking and tongue-fucking my pussy like there’s no tomorrow.
Tightening my thighs, I squeeze his head between my legs and pull on his hair. I grind my mound against his mouth over and over, chasing my orgasm.
Finally, my body shakes and tingles from my head to my toes as an orgasm tears through me. I feel like I’m floating as euphoria settles over me, making my body hum with pleasure.
Smiling slightly, I let out a small moan of pleasure as I relish in my first orgasm of the evening. I drape my arm over my forehead as I catch my breath.
I inhale and exhale small breaths as I allow my heart rate to slow back down to normal. Opening my eyes, I look down at Xander, who’s now standing and stripping his briefs off. His face, covered with my arousal on his chin and lips, is glistening in the light glowing from overhead. The most erotic element is seeing your excitement on a man’s face after he just ate you out like a fucking champ.
“That was amazing,” I tell him as I beam up at him with a goofy grin plastered across my face.
Xander lets out a soft chuckle, then runs his hand over his head, never taking his eyes off me. “That won’t be the last time you’ll be saying thattonight. Now come here and suck me, beautiful.”
A shiver of excitement shoots through my body. I sit up as commanded, and my eyes fall onto the pierced perfection that is his penis.
I hit the fucking jackpot with this one. He has the reverse Prince Albert, also known as a Cleopatra. It’s one of the most painful penis piercings a guy can get…but it feels fucking amazing while he’s ramming it into you.
Gripping his shaft, I slide my hand up and down it, watching the head turn dark purple. I lick my lips with the anticipation of taking it in my mouth.
Lifting my eyes up to his, I flash him an impish grin, then with my voice soft and sultry I tell him, “Call me Cleopatra because I’m ready to sit on my throne and moan all fucking night long.”
Xander tightens the grip on his dick and lets out a low growl as my words hit him. His eyes grow dark as he watches me. I can’t help but become even wetter as I watch his right tatted-up arm move slowly as he slides his hand along his shaft.
“Fuck…keep saying shit like that, and I’ll blow my load all over you before I even get a chance to try out that delicious pussy of yours.”
For a split second, the thought of him jacking off on me turns me on even more. I ache for him to fuck me rough and feverishly while saying dirty things with his dangerous, make-me-wet-when-you-talk raspy voice.
His piercing screams, ‘I’m going to become your G-spot’s best friend’,and I for one hope-the-fuck-so.


Brooklyn series box set >>>


Prepare to laugh your butt off and become extremely hot & bothered! Brooklyn Bennett breaks the mold when it comes to female heroines, she is not your average chick! She loves sex, hot guys, and her best friend Savannah fiercely and has a slight obsession with Jared Leto.

You got to know me in my best friend Savannah’s series. Now it’s my turn to tell you my story and for you to see my best friend’s journey to her happily ever after through my eyes.

My life is far from the norm. First off, I’m not your average girl. I’m wild, crazy, and everyone who knows me say’s I’m a free spirit. I guess I am, because I don’t sweat the little things.

˃˃˃ Life is too short.

I love hard and live harder. My dream is to become a star and that dream comes first and foremost before anything and anyone…except for my best friend Savannah, who I’d go to hell and back for. At 24 years old, I’m not looking for love. I’m just looking for a good time and a nice distraction after busting my butt on a movie set all week. The thought of falling in love has never crossed my mind. I’m too driven for love and everything that comes with it.

˃˃˃ Meet Dixon Beaumont

That is until I meet a certain Southern hottie by the name of Dixon Beaumont, who just so happens to be the cousin of Kayden Knox. He flips my world upside down the moment we meet.

˃˃˃ My Dilemma…

The only problem is he’s the male version of me: Career driven and enjoys having a good time with no plans on settling down.

Throw in a bad boy rocker and a sweet Aussie and I find myself going from a simple, carefree life to a full-blown love square. It’s going to be dramatic. But hey, what’s life without a little drama?

SURPRISE #NewRelease from #NYTimes & #USAToday bestselling author Danielle Jamie


I’m soooo excited to give y’all this book!!! We all fell in love with Emelyn and Lawson in my standalone Mine Would Be You and first book in the Sweet Home Alabama Series. I never in a million years thought everyone would love these two as much as you do. To thank you for supporting me, my books and their story, I wrote a fun, sexy and laugh out loud hilarious wedding story.

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Lawson has been the love of my life since the moment we met when I was just eight years old. We’ve had some bumps along the way—heartbreak, followed by years apart, and then found ourselves falling back in love. Even though we both know we never really fell out of love. The four years apart were the hardest of my life. But, fate works in mysterious ways. I think the years separated only make us appreciate each other that much more. I love this man with all of my heart and wouldn’t want to spend forever with anyone else.

For anyone just discovering our story, here’s a quick recap of our journey.

We met when we were kids after I moved in next door to Lawson and his sister, Delilah. She and I instantly became best friends over our love of the show Rugrats. We have been inseparable ever since. I found myself, even at the young age of eight, crushing hard on her brother. Fast-forward a few years and, finally, my crush turned into my high school sweetheart when Lawson and I start dating. We became the ‘it couple’ of our high school, Lincoln High, in Lincoln, Alabama.

Even when he went away to the University of Alabama, we made our relationship work. Distance was hard, but before he left for college, he proposed to me, promising we’d spend forever together. I was over the moon!

But, sadly, our happiness was cut short, and my happily ever after I thought we were working our way towards, when Delilah and I started college at Alabama University. Then, when we least expected it, tragedy struck our simple, carefree lives. After a night of being normal college students, partying at a fraternity house, we left in Lawson’s truck along with our friend, Lilly. Lawson was drunk, but we thought nothing of it. We had been going to parties since high school. Lawson would always drink a few beers and then bring us home afterward. We always thought he was okay to drive, because he wasn’t ‘drunk’, or what we thought drunk was.

We were teenagers thinking we were invincible. You always hear about drunk drivers killing people because they chose to get behind the wheel after a night of partying. We heard the entire spiel from our parents, teachers, television commercials—but we, like many teens, thought it would never happen to us. It was something that happened to other people.

Sadly, after that evening, we learned the hard way life is short and anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

Lilly died that night. Our lives were forever changed.

Lawson especially changed, and not for the good. Which, in turn, lead to us breaking up and me believing what we had wasn’t meant to be.

Then four years later, we got our second chance. A chance to get the happily ever after with the other half of our souls.

I believe wholeheartedly that Lawson McCoy is my soul mate. I was destined to move to Lincoln at eight years old and meet him.

Now, fast-forward to July 22nd, 2014, eight years to the day from when Lawson first proposed to me. We’re the proud parents to a beautiful baby girl and renovating our dream house, and the only thing missing is a ring on my left ring finger.

That all changes today.

Wedding dress hanging in a lobby of contemporary hotel.



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Happy 4th of July from #NYTimes & #USAToday bestselling author Danielle Jamie



Fourth of July is a very important date not just to America but in my novel Tempt my Heart also.

On the fourth of July, my character Brittan  met Cane for the first time. Then a few years later on the fourth of July he proposed to her during a fireworks show on the beach in Miami❤ If you’ve read the book you’ll also know its a very important day for Brittan again near the end of the book but I don’t want to give that away for anyone who’s not read it yet.

Since its a fan favorite I thought it’d be sweet to post the scenes on here to remind everyone of this amazing love these two shared in Tempt My Heart. I hope you all have a safe & wonderful 4th! Thank you to our amazing military who fought in the past and fight now to keep this country free!

July 4th 2000



The beaches of Miami are jam packed with people. Everyone’s coming with their lawn chairs, trying to find the perfect spot to watch the fireworks show. With my best friend, Roxie by my side, we trudge through the cool sand; lawn chairs in one hand, and our rocket popsicles in the other. We find the perfect spot by the shore. A place where we can dip our feet in the warm Atlantic water and watch the show without a million heads bobbing in front of us.

The first set of fireworks explodes; illuminating the sky in bright colors of blues, silvers, and reds. It’s breathtaking…my favorite thing about Fourth of July has to be the fireworks. Different patterns and color combinations light up the sky for over an hour; providing a magnificent show that I never want to end. The grand finale begins with hundreds of fireworks bursting into the sky at once, leaving me in a state of amazement. I glance towards my right, noticing the hottest guy walking towards me.

He smiles down at me, and I instantly melt. “Crap, looks like I missed them? At least I made it in time for the finale.” He says to the two guys standing next to him. They all plop down in the sand beside my chair. In all of my fifteen years, I’ve never felt butterflies like I’m feeling right now.

Elbowing Roxie, I signal my eyes towards the group of boys that just sat beside us. At first she’s annoyed because I’m bugging her while she’s trying to watch the finale. Once she gazes in my direction and follows my line of sight to the hotties sitting on the sand beside me, her mood quickly changes.

Flashing an impish grin at Roxie, I turn back towards the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. “You made it just in time; the finale is the best part,” I say a little louder than I wanted.

The loud detonations from the fireworks make it impossible to have a normal conversation.

“I couldn’t agree more, the finale is my favorite, too.” Giving me a wink, he extends his hand towards me. “I’m Cane.”

I hesitantly reach my hand out, taking his into mine. The contact sends my heart racing, and I’m suddenly covered with goose bumps. I manage to squeak out, “Hi, I’m Brittan.”


July 4th 2004


It’s been almost a year since Cane joined the military. He’s only home for a few weeks before he deploys to Afghanistan. I’ve been a nervous wreck since he broke the news to me last week. Terrified does not come close to describing how I feel. I’ve been trying to distract myself with work, and spending every chance I get with Cane.

Since he’s been home, we’ve had almost no time for just the two of us. We’ve had to go to each of our parents’ house for dinner and Matt and Dalton have called almost every day to get together, either to go surfing or fishing. Roxie and Matt finally gave in to what they’ve been fighting since high school, and are finally together. So at least when they want to hang out with Cane and me, Roxie is there to keep me company.

We’ve spent the day out on the boat; it’s been in the nineties all week, and I couldn’t wait to get into the water. The boys took turns driving Matt’s speedboat and pulling us all on the inner tubes. After a few hours of tubing, we parked the boat for the boys to fish while Roxie and I read Soap Opera Digest and gushed over Nick Newman.

At the end of the day, we pulled into the marina and walked down the boardwalk to decide on a restaurant. Tonight is the annual fireworks show at the beach and we want to grab something to eat before heading down to the beach with our chairs to find a spot by the water to watch the display.

Today also marks four years since I first met Cane. Before then, the Fourth of July was always one of my favorite holidays…but now it’s definitely number one.

After stuffing ourselves on fried shrimp, burgers and fries, we head down to the beach. The guys are carrying our chairs so Roxie and I can race each other down to the water. I was excited to see the spot where Cane and I met was vacant. Dalton surprised us with a box of sparklers that we lit and swirled around in the air while waiting for the fireworks to begin.

I’m sitting on Cane’s lap, with him holding me tightly against his chest while I rest my head on his shoulder. We are watching as the fireworks shoot off, one after the other. There’s something about the loud boom of the fireworks and the fizzling sound as the colors explode across the night sky that’s takes my breath away. The guy hosting, the fireworks, comes on the loud speaker to wish us all a Happy Fourth of July, and announces that it is time for the Grand Finale.

I can feel Cane wiggling as he tries to slide out from under me. I stand up to allow him to get up and plop back down on the chair. “Where are you going?” I ask, “It’s the Finale!”

My jaw hit the sand, as I take in the image before me. Cane is down on one knee, pulling a ring out of his cargo shorts; transforming this moment into something extraordinarily special. Even more amazing is the fact that there are about a hundred fireworks going off above us.

Roxie is bouncing on Matt’s lap, screeching with excitement.

It’s hard to see in the dark, but with the glow from the fireworks, I can somewhat make out the ring he’s holding. It completely takes my breath away. It’s a small diamond with two butterflies on each side. The butterflies have tiny rubies in their wings and tiny diamonds along both sides of the band.

Taking my hand into his and holding the ring up with the other, Cane stares into my eyes with so much love it’s astounding.

“Brittan Nicole McKenna; four years ago I met the most beautiful, funny, and charismatic woman right here in this very spot. After four years of calling you my girlfriend, I now want to be able to call you my fiancée and then my wife. You are my best friend and my rock. You’ve stayed by my side through everything and supported every decision I’ve made, even if it wasn’t the one you wanted me to make. I want to spend every day, for the rest of my life, falling more deeply and madly in love with you. Please say you will be my wife?”

Covering my mouth with my free hand, cries of joy erupt from the deepest part of my soul. If I could pick the perfect proposal, this would be it. I gaze up at the night sky watching the fireworks spread across the sky. Turning my eyes back to Cane, I can’t help my scream, “Yes! Oh, my God Cane, I cannot believe this!” With shaky hands, he carefully slides the ring onto my finger. I can’t control my excitement and I tackle him, making us both fall to the ground.

“You’ve just made me the happiest man on earth.” Cane leans down kissing me with so much passion and love, I get a little giddy.

“No, you’ve made me the happiest woman on this entire planet!” I say into his mouth, happily kissing him back. Our moment is celebrated with explosions of bright, vibrant colors mixing and dancing together in the skies as we are surrounded by our friends and total strangers clapping and cheering for us and offering their congratulations. Cane climbs to his feet, extends his muscular arm and reaches for me. Taking his hand, he helps me stand; I can’t help but blush as I brush the sand off my body. Everyone is still staring at us as I quickly wave and sit back down in the lawn chair.

“The ring is just perfect Cane, I love it!” I gaze down at my left hand, now donning the most beautiful ring I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“I was hoping you’d love it; I’ve been saving up for months to get it. I know you love butterflies and the rubies are for July; the month we met and now the month we got engaged.” Taking my hand into his he pulls it up to his mouth; fluttering gentle kisses over my fingers and hand. A thousand butterflies invade my stomach at once, as our overpowering love and commitment rushes through my veins.

“I have an idea…Let’s go!” I say, jumping up out of my chair and yanking Cane across the beach. He yells back to Dalton and Matt to grab our chairs. Everyone is following behind us as we make our way through the thick crowd of people. After what feels like an eternity we finally make it to the parking lot.

Walking over to Cane’s Silverado he finally tries to pry my idea out of me. “So what is this great idea that has popped into this beautiful head of yours?” He asks tapping my temple playfully.

“You’ll find out. Give me your truck keys…I’m driving!” Shaking his head, he reaches into his pocket and drops the keys into the palm of my hand. He’s learned over our past few years together not to question me when I have a surprise. Nothing he says or does will get me to spill.

“Hurry your ass up, Roxie, we got somewhere to be!” I shout climbing up onto the step bar of the truck. Matt and Dalton toss the chairs and cooler into the back of the truck. After everyone climbs in, I roar the truck to life and head downtown.

“Where are we going?” Roxie asks popping her head between the front seats.

Turning, I give her an impish smile, “You’ll have to wait like everyone else. You’ll find out soon enough.” I answer in a high pitched valley girl tone. I know how much it irritates Roxie when I try to mock her voice.

After driving almost twenty minutes, we finally pull up to Tattoo & Co. “A Tattoo? You just got a freakin’ music note behind your ear when you aced your last semester!” Roxie shouts in my ear as she practically jumps into the front seat.

“Yes, a tattoo! God you can be such a prude.” Rolling my eyes, I smile at Cane. “So what do you think? I want to get one to celebrate tonight. You up for some ink?”

“I’ve wanted to get one before I leave for Afghanistan, so what the hell,” Cane says.

I jump out of the truck, bouncing with excitement. Since getting my first tattoo in May, I’ve been dying to get another. Tonight is the perfect time to do it!

After looking through the books, I finally decide on a butterfly with the body of a music note. I told the tattoo artist to add 07-04-04 under it. Cane decided on a Bald Eagle on the middle of his back with an American flag design behind it and the words ‘No Regrets’ on a piece of paper the eagle is holding. It’s beautiful, very symbolic and means a lot for the both of us.

We spend the rest of night partying with everyone at Ocean Side Dive, drinking and playing pool. Beyond Redemption, the most popular Miami based band around here played tonight for the bar’s Fourth of July party. They were impressive.

Seeing people on stage and performing sparks something in me; all I want to do is jump up on the stage and join in. I live and breathe music; it’s my passion and my world. If I had a choice between four years of majoring in Music or actually performing on stage; I would pick performing, hands down.





Exes & Hos! *READER CONTEST!* New standalone coming out this fall!

In my new standalone Ex’s & Hoes, Christi is a book blogger who swears off men after having her heart broken one too many times. She decides that she’ll stick to fictional boyfriends because they always make you swoon and are hot enough to lite your kindle on fire with their skills in their fictional bedrooms.

In chapter one we see Christi posting a new blog post telling the readers who follow her blog about her decision to swear off dating.

She asks in the post for readers to suggest steamy reads for her to pick up that have amazing book boyfriends that she absolutely must meet!


I’ll be posting comments in a chapter as Christi goes to the blog post and reads off the responses from her fellow book besties.🙂




BED BANGING BOOK BLOG: Ex’s & Hoes, May 28th 2016


I’m official done with men!

Well real, warm blooded men that is. From now on the only men who’ll be stealing my heart and giving me BIG O’s are the fictional type.

I know all of you readers follow my blog to read my book reviews and stay up to date on what books are coming out next. But I’m shaking things up a bit today. Today I’m writing a blog post about my train wreck of a love life.

This my reader friends, is why I get lost in books. I’m at the point in my life where I’d much rather spend my free hours lost in a book, while relaxing on a blanket in Central Park, than waste my time out on a date with a douchebag disguised as my dream boyfriend.

To make matters worse, this time not only did my boyfriend betray me, but my best friend too. Hence the title of this blog post. We’ve been best friends since we met at NYU five years ago, but now I find myself wondering if we were ever really friends. Because what best friend sleeps with your boyfriend?

I felt like I was living out one of those scenes we read in a book, where you see something terrible unfolding before your eyes, you know you should stop reading and save yourself the tears you are certain you’re about to cry. Instead, your stubborn ass says, it’s okay, I can handle it! You foolishly push on reading and end up devastated, wishing you went with your gut and put the damn book down.

That is what happened to me last night. We were out at a local pub in town with a group of mutual friends, Jake said he was going out to have a cigarette, while I decided to stay inside with our friends so I could order our drinks. As soon as he stepped outside I got a text from my best friend saying she was on her way. So I thought perfect! We’ll have a fun night out to unwind after a long week of work and kick off the long holiday weekend.

Not even three minutes later, I step outside to find Jake and give him his beer. I began to feel this knot in my stomach forming as I looked around and didn’t see him in his usual spot getting his nicotine fix.

After searching through the sidewalk full of people hanging out smoking and not finding him, I rounded the corner of the pub, discovering a couple getting pretty fricking hot and heavy in the alley…after a few seconds it hit me that the guy was Jake and he was playing explore-the-inside-of-some-skanks-mouth. Not just any skank either…my back stabbing best friend!

I felt like the Wicked Witch of the East in The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy’s house dropped on her fricing head.

Saying I was shocked would be putting it lightly. There’s no words that I could say that’d truly express to you all what it felt like to witness my boyfriend and my best friend making out like two horned up teenagers before my eyes.

Shit hit the fan really quick.

After a huge fight for all of SoHo to see, I left in a cab stunned as the reality of what had just happened sunk in. I found myself wondering how many others there were besides her?

I’m just grateful I always made the asshole wrap it up because God knows what kind of diseases the man whore of Manhattan could have.

I don’t know if this is true for any of you out there or if it’s just me. I’ve found that it’s almost impossible to find a man risking your damn heart over. I feel like every guy I meet wants me for only sex. The second things start getting serious they reveal just how big of a tool they really are and leave you once again broken hearted.

I blame my high expectations when dating on all the ridiculously sexy and swoon worthy book boyfriends! While out with friends at a restaurant or walking down the streets of New York, I always find myself spotting a sexy bad boy that reminds me of Kellan Kyle, or a deliciously dressed man in a three-piece-suit that reminds me of Gideon Cross. Instantly I’d be falling over myself for these guys and finding myself throwing caution to the wind.

The way I looked at it is, if they look like my irresistible book boyfriend maybe I’ll luck out and they’ll also be like them. Fiction of course is based on some form of reality. So I’ve held onto that hope that I was possibly going out on a date with my future husband that’d whisk me away on romantic getaways and rock my world in the bedroom every single day.

Sadly, and rather quickly, I’ve learned that men like Kayden Knox and Archer Hale don’t really exist. Sure, there’s a shit load of guys that look like our perfect book boyfriends. There isn’t however a large number of insanely good looking men who aren’t complete and total jackasses.

For a while I was able to overlook the flaws of my current boyfriend because he had that smile you all know too well; the one they flash you and make you suddenly stupid and turning into a puddle at their feet. Every time I’d start to suspect something wasn’t right he’d smile at me, say something sweet and I’d push the worry into the back of my mind. Now I wish I would’ve stopped being so naive.

I’m once again single and drowning my sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry’s while he goes on with his life as if I never even existed. While me on the other hand find myself dissecting every single thing about myself. From my hair, to my weight, to the way I style my hair and my makeup. Why is it we try to find flaws in ourselves when a man breaks our heart? Instead of looking for the flaws in him?

The signs are usually always there; we just don’t see them until it’s too late. Or we do and choose to ignore them like I’ve done way too many times. With Jake, I choose to ignore the red flags that screamed ‘DOUCHEBAG ALERT’ and instead focus on his skills in the bedroom, and his overly charming personality and smile. Which in the end landed me here writing this blog post ranting about how big of an asshole my ex is.

After having my heart broken for the second time this year and it is only May! I’m ready to swear off all men. Unless a guy comes into my life and can show me that charming and ridiculously romantic men truly do exist and not just in my romance novels, then I’m through with dating. It’s too exhausting going through all that us ladies go through when dating a guy to keep wasting my time on pigs.

So my fellow bibliophiles, it looks like I’m going to have a lot of free time on my hands now to read. So comment below this blog post suggesting to me the last five star read that you finished. The steamier the better!

I just finished up reading The Crashing Series boxed set by Kristen Hope Mazzola, and currently reading Perfectly Imperfect by the amazingly talented Harper Sloan and LOVING the hell out of it!

I’ll update you all in a few days on how my celibacy is going and what I’m reading next! So suggest away book besties!


– Christi, AKA Bed Banging Bibliophile

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Ex’s & Hoes!

**A nerdy book blogger & her insanely hot NYPD best friend are going to make you laugh your asses off and steal your hearts in this Friends to Lovers story **

A romantic comedy that’ll be in a new anthology I’m in that is out this summer!!!

Click here to be notified when it goes live:



Sneak Peek at Lawson & Emelyn’s wedding story: Just South of Heaven! Available this summer!


Just South of Heaven


A Sweet Home Alabama Novella

(Lawson & Emelyn’s Wedding!)

*It’s best to read Mine Would Be You before this book*





Lawson has been the love of my life since the moment we met when I was just eight years old. We’ve had some bumps along the way—heartbreak, followed by years apart, and then found ourselves falling back in love. Even though we both know we never really fell out of love. The four years apart were the hardest of my life. But, fate works in mysterious ways. I think the years separated only make us appreciate each other that much more. I love this man with all of my heart and wouldn’t want to spend forever with anyone else.

For anyone just discovering our story, here’s a quick recap of our journey.

We met when we were kids after I moved in next door to Lawson and his sister, Delilah. She and I instantly became best friends over our love of the show Rugrats. We have been inseparable ever since. I found myself, even at the young age of eight, crushing hard on her brother. Fast-forward a few years and, finally, my crush turned into my high school sweetheart when Lawson and I start dating. We became the ‘it couple’ of our high school, Lincoln High, in Lincoln, Alabama.

Even when he went away to the University of Alabama, we made our relationship work. Distance was hard, but before he left for college, he proposed to me, promising we’d spend forever together. I was over the moon!

But, sadly, our happiness was cut short, and my happily ever after I thought we were working our way towards, when Delilah and I started college at Alabama University. Then, when we least expected it, tragedy struck our simple, carefree lives. After a night of being normal college students, partying at a fraternity house, we left in Lawson’s truck along with our friend, Lilly. Lawson was drunk, but we thought nothing of it. We had been going to parties since high school. Lawson would always drink a few beers and then bring us home afterward. We always thought he was okay to drive, because he wasn’t ‘drunk’, or what we thought drunk was.

We were teenagers thinking we were invincible. You always hear about drunk drivers killing people because they chose to get behind the wheel after a night of partying. We heard the entire spiel from our parents, teachers, television commercials—but we, like many teens, thought it would never happen to us. It was something that happened to other people.

Sadly, after that evening, we learned the hard way life is short and anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

Lilly died that night. Our lives were forever changed.

Lawson especially changed, and not for the good. Which, in turn, lead to us breaking up and me believing what we had wasn’t meant to be.

Then four years later, we got our second chance. A chance to get the happily ever after with the other half of our souls.

I believe wholeheartedly that Lawson McCoy is my soul mate. I was destined to move to Lincoln at eight years old and meet him.

Now, fast-forward to July 22nd, 2014, eight years to the day from when Lawson first proposed to me. We’re the proud parents to a beautiful baby girl and renovating our dream house, and the only thing missing is a ring on my left ring finger.

That all changes today.




Chapter One


The sun is shining, the sky is full of white puffy clouds, and the humidity is at an all-time high, but we’re not letting it get us down. Nope. Instead, we’re soaking up the rays and enjoying the beautiful sunny afternoon by hanging out in Delilah and Grayson’s backyard   by their in-ground pool. Lila’s floating in her little baby floaty, with an inflatable canopy shading her from the sun, and having a blast.

We call her our little mermaid, because she loves the water.

I still can’t believe our baby girl just turned six months this week. It just doesn’t seem possible. You’d never know she was a preemie, seeing her today. She is Mommy’s chunky monkey, with chubby little legs and arms. She is seriously the cutest thing on the planet.

She spent a week in the hospital, due to her lungs needing more time to get stronger before we could take her home. Nothing broke my heart more than on the second day, leaving the hospital without her. But Lawson and I spent every day at the hospital with her until she was cleared to leave.

After everything that happened with my premature labor, Lawson and I sat down and talked a few nights after we brought Lila home to my condo. He told me that after the scare we went through, he feels safer with us staying in Lincoln. He doesn’t like the idea of me in Tuscaloosa alone, with everyone back home. Especially with how his work schedule is and all the traveling he does.

I was ecstatic when he told me we’d start looking for a house to buy as soon as possible. The commute to his garage is almost an hour and a half every day to and from work, but he never complains. He was able to cut back his hours to three days a week at the garage, because he promoted Dallas, having him run the place on the days he isn’t in.

So far, things are working out perfectly.

We bought a house down the street from Delilah four months ago, but it was a fixer-upper, so we’ve been staying at my condo until it’s ready. I love being able to go with Lawson to Lowe’s to pick out everything for our home. We’re designing our dream home together, and I couldn’t be happier.

Every day, I swear I fall a little more in love with him. All of the bumps along the way only make what we have together that much more beautiful.

I’m lounging on the large tiled stairs that lead into the pool, when I hear the rumble of Lawson’s truck pulling up to the house.

“Lila, I hear Daddy!” I say with an excited tone.

I always laughed when I saw parents talking like this to their kids at work and thought it was the silliest thing ever. Now, I’ve become the damn president of the Baby Talk Club.

I can hear Lawson singing along to whatever song is stuck in his head at the moment. Leaning back on my hands, I kick my feet lightly in the water, playing with Lila, who’s giggling uncontrollably as she smacks the water, splashing her aunt, who’s pushing her around the pool, in the face.

“Hey, hot stuff!” I shout over my shoulder as I spot him rounding the corner.

I still get butterflies in the pit of my stomach every time I see him. My eyes slowly roam over his body, from his shaggy brown hair that’s peeking out from under his ball cap, to his muscular and tanned arms, down to the nice bulge in the front of his board shorts. I feel my body flush as his eyes lock onto mine and he gives me the same onceover with a smoldering gaze.

“Hey, yourself, sugar lips,” he teases as he kicks off his flip-flops and walks down the stairs into the water. I slap his ass as he walks by me and straight to his daughter to give her a kiss.

“Geesh. What am I now, chopped liver?”

He lets out the sexiest laugh as he turns away from Lila and bends down, cupping my chin in his large, strong hand and tilting my head up toward him. “Never, darlin’. I just like to save the best for last, is all.”

“Good save.” I reach up, fist his shirt in my hand, and pull him down to me. The feeling of his lips on mine sends a tingle of desire shooting from my mouth, to straight between my thighs. I love kissing him. I especially love being able to kiss him anytime I want, now that we live together fulltime.

“Enough with the PDA, you two!” Delilah yells at us before a splash of water smacks us in the face.

“Hey!” I squeal as Lawson stands up and turns around to splash his sister back.

Delilah grabs Lila’s floaty and pulls it in front of her, all while Lila is blowing raspberries and squealing as she continues to flap at the water, fascinated that her hands can make it splash everywhere.

“That’s just wrong. Using my baby as a shield!” Lawson’s voice booms across the backyard as he squawks. He’s trying to act disgusted with her, but he can’t hide the smile on his face or in his words.

Delilah simply smiles up at him with a look of satisfaction on her face. “I learned how to fight dirty from only the best.”

Lawson rolls his eyes at that one, deciding she’s a lost cause, and turns his attention back down to me.

“On your feet, LaClaire. We have places to go and things to do.” He holds his hand out and I take it, letting him pull me to my feet.

His eyes zero in on my breasts that are practically bursting out of my bikini top. They went up a cup size from a B to a C since I started breastfeeding, and Lawson seems to have a certain fascination with them. He’s constantly trying to fondle them every chance he gets.

“God, woman. I swear your tits get bigger every day.” His words come out raspy as he tugs my hand, pulling me into his arms.

“You two! Seriously…you’re worse than horny hormonal teenagers.”

Smacking Lawson’s chest, I wiggle out of his grasp and grab my towel off of my lounger, wrapping it around my body, hiding my boobs, and hopefully helping Lawson focus. “What’s going on? Since when did we have things to do today? You do know it’s like 95 degrees out, right?” I ask, looking from him to Delilah.

Neither of them is giving anything away. The only conclusion I’m coming to is that these two are up to something, and I’m going to figure it out soon enough.

“Delilah has already agreed to watch Lila for us. Thanks again, sis.” He flashes a big, fake, overly chipper grin at her before turning back to me. “I have something special planned for us. But we need to get on the road pronto, because we’re on a tight schedule.”

“You sure you don’t mind, Dee?” I feel awful just bailing on her like this, when we had planned to hang out for the whole afternoon.

Splashing her hands in the water at Lila, she laughs while slightly distracted. “No problem, you guys. You know I love spending time with my precious goddaughter. I’m getting lots of practice for when this one finally enters the world,” she says, rubbing her tiny baby bump.

You can’t even tell the woman is pregnant, but she claims every second of the day that she feels as big as a house.

“Alrighty then. It’s settled. Lila is staying here, and you are coming with me,” Lawson says matter-of-factly before taking me by surprise, scooping me up into his arms bridal style, and carrying me to the truck. I wave goodbye over his shoulder to Lila and Delilah.

“Bye, baby. Mommy and Daddy will be back later!” My words come out laced with laughter as Lawson playfully nibbles at my breasts bouncing around in front of his face.

As soon as we get to the truck, he sets me back on the grass and opens the passenger door for me. “Buckle up and put this blindfold on.” He tosses it onto my lap and I stare at it for a few moments before picking it up and slipping it on.

“What exactly is it you have planned?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

I hear the door shut beside me and the sound of Lawson’s flip-flops smacking off of the pavement as he runs around the truck to the driver side and climbs in next to me.

“You know I’m all for you channeling your inner Christian Grey, but I prefer that to stay in the bedroom,” I tease as I hear the truck roar to life and feel him begin to back out onto the street.

I feel his fingers slide up my leg, leaving a path of tingling heat in their wake. “Believe me, baby. I love playing the Christian to your Ana. But I promise you I have no plans whatsoever to add fucking you while blindfolded in public to my list of favorite pastimes. Now sit back, relax, and sing along to the radio like I know you love to do when we go on roadtrips, because we’re going to be in the truck for well over an hour.”

“Where is this so-called surprise?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

He turns up the radio, blasting my newest obsession, Chase Rice’s “Ready, Set, Roll”. I decide to do as he suggests and enjoy the anticipation of my surprise.

Kicking my feet up on the dashboard, I sink into the passenger seat and sing along with the radio. I feel the truck turn onto the highway, and the windows go up and the air conditioner comes on. So I know wherever we’re going, we have to take the highway to get there.

I feel Lawson’s fingers slipping in between mine, and then our hands come to rest on his thigh.

Time passes quicker than I thought it would, and soon enough, Lawson is slowing down and telling me, “We’re almost there. Only a few more minutes.”

I don’t feel the sun warming my skin through the windshield anymore, so I assume it’s now setting behind the mountains. The truck windows roll back down, and I immediately feel the warm night air blowing through my damp hair and the smell of woods and lake water fill the truck.

Shifting in my seat, even though I can’t see him, I look toward where I know he’s sitting. “Are we at the lake?”

His thumb rubs circles on my hand, but he doesn’t answer me.

“Fine then, don’t give me any hints.” I try to sound mad, but I’m so darn excited I can’t hide the excitement in my voice.

I feel the truck begin to bounce along a rough road and hear people saying hello to Lawson as we slow down to almost a crawl. After a few more minutes, I feel the truck come to a stop and the engine turn off.

“We’re here. Stay put and I’ll come around and get you.”

I unhook my seatbelt as I hear his driver’s side door open and then shut. My heart is beating hard and fast against my chest as my excitement builds.

Without warning, my door opens and I feel Lawson scooping me out of the truck again.

“You know, I can walk,” I tease playfully, laughing as I lock my arms around his neck. I press my cheek to his chest and inhale deeply, breathing in his cologne. I love the way he smells. One of my favorite things is sleeping in his t-shirts and snuggling with his pillow when he leaves for work in the mornings.

“I know you can walk, but I enjoy carrying you. It gives me easier access to my favorite parts of your body.”

I wiggle in his arms and squeal loudly as I feel his thumb graze my clit through my bikini bottoms and his lips, soft and hot, on my cool breast.

“All right, I’m going to set you down now.”

I feel soft grass beneath my bare feet, but it quickly turns to cool, wet wood as I feel us move from the grass to a wooden dock.

Instantly, my heart shoots up into my throat as, with one quick movement, Lawson yanks the blindfold from my eyes. I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the sunset-lit sky. It’s absolutely breathtaking seeing it painted in an array of oranges, pinks, yellows, and blues as the sun sinks slowly behind the mountains. The setting sun is dancing on the lake water, making the waves appear to be filled with color as they roll to shore and splash against the wooden beams of the dock.

I look around in awe as I take in the sight of Chinese lanterns lining the entire pier on either side, followed by random photos clipped onto the rope the lanterns are hanging from.

“Lawson…oh, my God…you did this?” I ask as I walk slowly along the dock, taking in the photos hanging above us. I feel as if I’m looking at the story of our lives, with every step I take and every photo I look at. They range from when I was just eight years old, to us now, with Lila.

My breathing is erratic as I work my way around the entire pier, the entire time walking hand-in-hand with Lawson.

Some of the photos, I don’t remember ever seeing. There are pictures of Lawson and me lying on a pile of pillows we threw on the floor at my old apartment I shared with Lily and Delilah in college; one of Lawson, Delilah, and me sitting on their front porch around the time I first moved to Lincoln; another of us riding a horse at his grandparents’ farm; and then us on my prom night—the night we gave our virginity to one another.

When I get to the end, there’s a photo I’ve never seen before, but immediately, it’s my favorite. It’s Lila and me fast asleep together on the couch, and Lawson is kissing my forehead as he snaps the picture.

“This is beautiful, Lawson. I can’t even find words to describe how much I love seeing all of these memories on display for us.”

I turn around to kiss him, but before I can, he’s dropping down onto one knee before me while holding up the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.

Pinched between his thumb and index finger is a vintage-looking rose gold ring, with three small pear-shaped diamonds lined up side-by-side, elegantly framed by smaller round diamonds.

I couldn’t have designed a more perfect ring.

He must’ve had Delilah help him this time around, because she randomly had her Pinterest app up one day and asked me what my dream ring would be if I could have any ring in the entire world. Lawson, at this very moment, is holding that ring.

It’s absolutely breathtaking.

I feel my heart catch in my throat and butterflies flutter frantically in the pit of my belly. Hot tears sting my eyes as they pool behind my lids.

Oh, my God,” I whisper as my right hand flies to my mouth.

His hands are shaking as he takes my left hand and gazes up at me. The sun has set completely now, and the only light is from the lanterns twinkling around us. He stood in this very spot eight summers ago and asked me to marry him. Now, our love has come full circle as I find myself standing here, pledging our love to one another once again.

Only then, we were just kids living off hopes and dreams. Now we’re all grown up and finally living all those hopes and dreams we wished for all those years ago.

“Emelyn, on this night eight years ago, I asked you to marry me, and you made me the happiest man in the world when you told me yes. We hit a few roadblocks over the years, losing our way, but somehow we found it back to one another, and I can honestly say I’ve never in my life been happier than I am right now, with you and our miracle baby, Lila Grace. She has truly blessed our lives immensely. I couldn’t have dreamt up a more perfect mother and woman I want to spend forever with. We’ve made a lifetime full of memories over the course of sixteen years; those memories are captured in these photos that surround us tonight. What I’m trying to say is, Emelyn Marie, will you make me the luckiest man in the world—again—and tell me that you’ll marry me? I want to spend another sixteen years, and many more after that, by your side, making even more memories together.”

I’m blown away by this proposal. I’m in complete and utter shock as I look around at the photographs surrounding us, gleaming in the soft glow from the lanterns. I bring my eyes back down to his and fall to my knees in front of him with tears on my cheeks and my heart bursting with so much love for this man. I’m almost certain it’s going to explode if he says one more over-the-top, Notebook kind of romantic line to me.

“Yes. Of course, yes! You’re it for me, Lawson Remington McCoy. You’ve always been it for me.” I choke on my words as my emotions get the best of me, and I find my tears of happiness falling at a rapid rate down my face. I watch in amazement as he slips the ring effortlessly onto my finger. It sparkles between us under the twinkling lights above. My entire body is humming with excitement and my heart is racing against my chest as adrenaline courses through my veins.

Reaching up affectionately, Lawson wipes my tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me. You’ve always been it for me too, baby. I thank God every day for bringing you into my life. I know I don’t deserve you, but I’m a better man because of you. I can’t wait to marry you.”

I run my fingers through his hair and flutter kisses across his face. “I want to get married as soon as possible. So as long as you’re on board, we’ll start planning our wedding tomorrow. I’ll talk to my dad and see if he can marry us next month. I don’t need big and fancy. All I need is you, and Lila, and our closest friends and family. So what do you say? You down with getting hitched next month?”

Climbing to his feet, he scoops me up into his arms and gives me that make-me-weak-in-the-knees smile I love so much. “You can bet your fine ass I’m okay with that. If I could, I’d marry you tomorrow.”

“I love you,” I whisper breathlessly up at him.

“I love you more.”

Just when I think he’s about to lean down and kiss me to seal the deal, he shocks the hell out of me by breaking into a full-on run and jumping into the lake, with me still in his arms. I scream out in surprise as we hit the cool water.

Kicking my feet, I float back up to the surface and swim into his arms. “I cannot believe you just did that.”

“You know me, baby. I can’t waste a chance to get you wet or naked.”

“You are insatiable.” I laugh, splashing water at his too-hot-for-his-own-good face before locking my arms around his neck and crashing my lips to his for a toe-curling kiss.


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Chapter 1



The last few days I’ve tried to work up the courage to finally tell Jax that I just want to be friends. He’s so sweet, so the last thing I want to do is hurt him. I’ve spent the entire flight from Los Angeles to Las Vegas trying to work up the courage to finally talk to him. I’ve done well avoiding this topic at all costs since returning from Hawaii.

It makes it even harder when I can’t talk to Savannah about it. After the way things blew up between Dixon and I, she’s been all ‘Team Jax’. I’m afraid that she’ll be disappointed in me for giving Dixon another chance.

I’ve battled with myself for a week over this decision. Sure, when I balance the pros and cons of Jax and Dixon, the smart choice is Jax. He’s the safe choice. But when I listen to what my heart is telling me, it’s saying that it wants Dixon. All of this is so new to me. It’s like I’m venturing into unknown territory here. I’m used to casually dating guys. With that, you don’t have to deal with all this crazy drama. If Dixon didn’t make me so damn crazy without him in my life, I’d cut my losses and move on. But no matter how hard I’ve tried, the man is simply impossible to move on from.

He’s been blowing my phone up ever since I texted him, informing him that Savannah and I were flying to Vegas to track down Kayden. He’s relieved they’re going to kiss and make up because he said Kayden’s been a miserable asshole since the day Savannah left. It didn’t take long for the conversation to swiftly shift to Jax. He’s adamant that as soon as I land in Vegas, I’m to find Jax and break things off with him.

How the hell did I get myself into this situation? Being shoved into a damn love triangle between two friends— no less— is not how I imagined my life. I don’t want to hurt Jax, but I feel like that’s what is going to happen once I break it to him that I’m not into him that way. I dread confessing to him that I want to see where Dixon and I go from here.

It’s all one big mess, and I find myself wishing I could climb back onto the airplane, go back to my parents’ house and hide out in my blanket fort. Where I can pretend that my life isn’t a big freaking mess.

Since I can’t do that, instead I’m diving head first into the sand as I put off talking to Jax as long as I can while I focus on helping Savannah fix things with Kayden. Once things with them are smoothed over, then I’ll tackle the situation of talking to Jax.

“Wow. Talk about swanky.” I find myself getting dizzy as I try to take everything in as we enter Kayden’s penthouse. This place is hands down the nicest suite I’ve ever stepped foot in. He’s slumming it compared to his Penthouse suite back in Houston. I don’t even want to think about the amount of money it would cost to book this suite for a night.

Shutting the door behind her, Savannah lets out a sigh of relief. “It is really nice. Being Vegas it’s no shocker that it’s this over the top. I’m just glad the guys are all out so we have time to clean up. I feel like I smell like airplane food right now. I’m going to take a quick shower. How about you?” she asks as she walks across the marble foyer, wheeling her luggage behind her that the bell hop brought up for us.

“Once we find the showers, I’m definitely taking one. Then after we get all dolled up, Mission: Reunite Kavannah will be set into motion.”

Savannah cracks up laughing as she raises her eyebrows up toward the ceiling. “Kavannah? Did you just try to Branjelina Kayden and me?”

Shrugging my shoulder’s, I give her a questionable look as I furrow my brows together. “What? You don’t like it. What about Savayden? It has a nice ring to it, too.”

“How about neither. But it did feel good to laugh just now, though. So thanks for that.”

“I’m glad I made you laugh. Just my opinion, I really like Kavannah.”

Shaking her head, Savannah walks through the suite as she attempts to find a bathroom.

“With your love life recently, you’d have a handful of stupidly-cute nicknames. Brookxon or Dixlyn for you and Dixon. Jaxlyn for Jax or BroJax is kind of funny, too. Ohh and we can’t forget bad boy rocker, Xander.” She glances at me over her shoulder before turning the corner and walking down a long hallway filled with doors. “You two could be Xanlyn…I can’t think of anything else because his name is too hard to rhyme things with.” The amusement and sarcasm in her voice is evident.

“You have quite the knack for coming up with these celebrity couple nicknames. You should so do an article in Envy about the crazy and cute couple names in Hollywood.”

Rolling her eyes and making a gagging sound as she dramatically sticks her tongue out, she tells me, “How about not.”

After walking around for a few minutes scoping the place out, we finally find the master bedroom and an unoccupied guest room so we get cleaned up.

Before climbing in the shower I send Dixon a quick text:


We just got into Kayden’s penthouse. This place is off the hook. I don’t think I ever want to leave! Where u guys at?? We’re going to shower quick then try to find u guys.


Not wanting to waste time waiting to hear back from Dixon—because let’s face it—they’re in Vegas! I won’t hold my breath on hearing right back from him. I texted him this morning on our way to the airport and it took him almost an hour to get back to me because they were all out to breakfast at the restaurant downstairs and he’d forgotten his phone in his room.

Stripping out of my leggings and top, I toss them onto the floor and turn on the shower. Climbing under the warm, relaxing spray of water, I try to push the racing thoughts of Dixon and Jax from my mind. I’m going to drive myself crazy if I don’t stop stressing over this.

I try to let the music playing from my phone distract me, but I swear every damn song that comes on reminds me of Dixon.

There’s no denying it. I have it bad for him. Which screams DANGEROUS in bright neon fricking colors.

Letting him have this kind of power of my body and emotions is risky. Because with Dixon, you never know what you’re going to get. I’m terrified that this is going to blow up in my face somehow.

There’s just something about Dixon that makes me think ‘proceed with caution’ every time I’m around him. I’ve never given a man my heart because I’ve never had the desire to. But for the first time in my life, I think I may actually be falling in love.

Of course, I have to fall for the biggest player of all time who has the power and the ability to shred my heart to pieces.




Swinging my hips, I sing along with Alex Clare as I belt out “Too Close: and curl my hair when Savannah appears in the bathroom looking drop dead gorgeous.

“Look at you, hot stuff. I don’t think you’re going to get a word in when we find the guys. Kayden will be too busy devouring you,” I joke, letting out a flirty, “Rawrrr,” as I pretend to swipe my claws at her.

“One can only hope. I can’t wait to put all this drama behind us and focus on planning our wedding and just being happy.”

I set the curling iron down and grab my phone turning down the music. “I hope so too, girly. After everything with Zak and Jacob and then Giselle with her Nadia bullshit, you two deserve to be happy.”

“I’m all ready when you are. Can you text Jax and see where they are? I don’t want to text Kayden and ask because I want to surprise him.”

“Sure,” I lie. I’m avoiding letting Jax know I am anywhere near Las Vegas until after I have a few shots of liquid courage flowing through my veins. Instead, I’m using Dixon to get all the deets on him and the guys.

“Thanks. I’m going to wait for you in the living room. You almost ready?”

I finish spraying my curls with hairspray before answering her so that I don’t get hairspray in my mouth. Picking up the curling iron I finish my last strand of hair. “There. Done with my hair. I have to finish my makeup and then I’m ready to roll.”

“Perfect. If you don’t hear back from Jax, we can try Dixon or Braxton. One of them has to have a damn cell phone on them.”

“Don’t you worry. We’re going to find them and reunite you two love birds finally so everything can be right with the world once again.”

I finish applying my makeup and head back into my room to dig through my oversized purse I brought on the plane. Dumping my bag onto my bed, I dig through the contents scattered. Finally, I find a spare hair tie, my favorite lip gloss, and my wallet, then stuff them all into the clutch I’ll be using for the night. Kneeling on the ground, I open up my suitcase filled with all of my shoes and begin dumping everything out as I try to decide on which shoes to wear.

By the time I’m through getting dressed, the room looks like a tornado hit it—but my outfit is on point. I step into my heels and walk back into the bathroom to grab my phone and almost jump out of my skin as it suddenly begins going off. “Clarity” by Zedd begins blasting throughout the bathroom, echoing off of the walls.

Immediately, I know it’s Dixon and eagerly answer it. Butterflies invade my stomach as I press answer and hear his thick, raspy drawl hit my ears.

“Hey!” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice as I answer.

“Sorry I’m just getting back to you. We were out to dinner. We’re getting ready to leave now and head back to the hotel. There’s a party at the club tonight for one of our friends to celebrate his UFC fight in Vegas this weekend.”

“Oh really, well sounds like you’re having a hell of a lot more fun than Savannah and me.”

“Haa. It hasn’t been all fun. We hit the casino before dinner, and I lost a few grand. But I’m determined to win it back later tonight.”

“Let’s hope I have better luck than you when I hit the tables later on. That’s one reason why I avoid Vegas. It’s so easy getting wrapped up in the fun of gambling. When you’re flying high and winning big it’s a lot of fun. But you always end up losing one way or another. I swear these places are rigged or something.”

Dixon lets out another sexy chuckle that sends my heart fluttering in my chest. “Yeah, that’s why I have a love-hate relationship with Sin City. Well, the guys are waving at me to hurry up. Our driver just pulled up to the curb. I don’t know if they’re going to want to come up to the room for anything. So if you two plan on surprising Knox, I suggest y’all finish getting ready and get out of there.”

“We’re all ready to go, so I’ll let Savannah know. Maybe we’ll go hang out at the slots or something for a bit. Once you guys are at the club, shoot me a text and we’ll come find you.”

I hear muffled voices filling the phone as voices grow louder around him. “Alright, I’ll see you later. Okay?”


The second I hit end and go to toss my purse into my clutch, it vibrates in my hand. Glancing down at the screen I see it’s a text from Dixon already.


I forgot to tell you that I can’t wait to see you😉 r u going to talk to Jax tonight? I know I keep hounding you. It’s just that no matter how exciting it is sneaking around, I’m ready to be able to touch you anytime I want to & not be worried about who sees.


The knot that had vanished only a few moments ago after talking to Dixon is now back and sending pains through my stomach. I want that more than anything also. I only wish there was a way to do it so no one would get hurt. Why couldn’t Dixon realize he wanted to see where things could go with us when I was all in weeks ago. Instead, he was so focused on proving to me that he didn’t have feelings for me that he practically threw me into Jax’s waiting arms.

They say women are the most complicated people on the planet? I think that statement should be reevaluated because I am pretty certain that whoever came up with that statement never dealt with a man like Dixon Beaumont.

He’s proven to me more times than I can count that a man can be far more confusing and a pain in the ass compared to a woman.

I type back a quick response, trying to pacify him on this subject for a little while longer.


I plan on talking to him tonight after Savannah and Kayden

get their love life situated. Then I’ll focus on mine.

One crisis at a time, Beaumont.


Tossing my phone into my clutch, I join Savannah in the living room. She’s standing in the middle of the room looking anxious, so I strut across the room effortlessly in my sky high heels and pull her in for a hug. Flashing my biggest smile, I catch her up on what the plan is. “Okay, so here’s the plan. Dixon said they’re all leaving dinner and heading back here for some UFC party they’re throwing at Vertigo. So we need to get our hot little ass’ out of here in case they decide to stop up here for anything beforehand.”

“Dixon? Seriously, Brooklyn?” The sarcasm in her voice is evident as we head out of the suite. Savannah shakes her head at me as she yanks open the door and heads out into the hallway. I speed walk past her as we make our way down the short hallway toward the elevator. I snap my head to the side, narrowing my eyes at her over my shoulder. “Hey! Don’t judge me! That guy is a rock star in the sack. Jax can rock my world; don’t get me wrong, but Dixon is in a category all his own. You can tell he and Kayden are related…that’s all I’ll say.”

I don’t miss the dramatic eye roll she gives me as an aggravated moan escapes her mouth. Her eyes cut from me to the elevator doors as she watches me press the call button. She avoids eye contact as her eyes grow large and she makes a cringing expression, waving her hands out in front of her.

“Brooklyn, I really don’t want to hear about Dixon’s penis at the moment.”

I can’t help but laugh. This coming from the girl who loves to brag about Kayden’s penis and all its wondrous talents. Which, by the way, I’ve had to listen to firsthand since we share a beach house together.

The doors ding as the cart reaches the top floor, and as soon they slide open we waste no time stepping inside and pressing the button for the lobby. I lean against the wall and fold my arms across my chest, flashing her a playful smirk as she leans against the wall beside me.

“Hey, I can’t allow you to be the only one able to brag about the Texas sized-dick her boyfriend has. I’ve had my fair share of Oscar Mayer wieners, so when I get a large Southern sausage, I’m going to freakin’ brag about it!” I playfully bump my hip into hers trying to loosen her up. She’s wound up tighter than my intestines right now. I can’t decide who’s more stressed out? Me or her? “Chill out, Savannah. You’re going to go find Kayden, have wild animalistic make-up sex, and all will be right with the world again.”



Chapter 2




It’s almost impossible to not people watch while in Vegas. I mean there are all kinds of crazy people that come out at night in Los Angeles—but I am almost certain Vegas takes the cake for the amount of crazy you see in a night.

I find myself eavesdropping on people’s conversations to help pass the time while we wait in line. It’s quite entertaining all in itself.

There’re two girls in line ahead of us wearing dresses that look like someone took a pair of scissors to them and hacked half of the fabric off. But sadly the sleaze balls in line are practically undressing the barely covered girls with their sleazy stares. They’re hanging on the arms of men who look like they could be their grandfathers. As I watch the old geezers grope the women’s asses and whisper in their ears, I find myself holding back the urge to vomit.

I have no idea how women are able to block out the fact that they are hooking up with a guy whose dick looks like a grape after sitting out the sun for about eighty years! It’s fucking disgusting! But money makes people do some crazy ass shit.

As we walk through the crowd of gambler’s toward The Pink Taco restaurant— because I need a shot before my ass goes any further—we watch an old lady who looks to be about 70 wearing a full body jumpsuit sans bra—just letting those titties of hers hang freely as she tears up the Blackjack table. It’s mind-blowing watching the guys flock to her table and flirt their asses off with this old lady as she chain-smokes and gambles.

At this rate, I need to make sure I find Dixon and protect him from the thirsty ho’s up in here. If they’re willing to go full on hoe bag over some old rich dude—I don’t even want to think about what they’d do to get into Dixon’s pants. I won’t think twice before I kick a bitch’s ass straight up the damn strip.

But we did meet a fun group here in Vegas for a bachelorette getaway. They took shots with us at the bar. Savannah and I paid for their drinks and wished the bride luck. Not just for her upcoming nuptials but for surviving Las Vegas. This city isn’t called Sin City for nothing. You can get yourself in all kinds of trouble in this place. Guys love finding bridal parties. They know they’re an easy target for hot, meaningless hookups. Way too many brides love coming here and getting their rocks off before committing to one guy for the rest of their lives.

I say it’s your last hooray! Do whatever float’s your boat; just make sure you don’t bring home chlamydia as one of your Vegas souvenirs.

After what feels like an eternity, we make it to the front of the line. The bouncer glares down at us with his clipboard in hand, looking oh so professional. I flash my megawatt smile at him as he asks, “Names?”

“Brooklyn Bennett and Savannah Livingston.” I glance at Savannah before turning my eyes back up to 6’5” solid wall of muscle as he looks over the list. If Dixon didn’t add us to the damn list, I swear to God I will kick his ass.

Narrowing his eyes at us, he slides his gaze from me to Savannah before glancing back down at the board. “Sorry, ladies, but I don’t see those names on the list. Due to the fire code, I cannot let anyone in who didn’t purchase an event ticket ahead of time.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Panic flows through my veins like ice. I take a deep breath and reel in my emotions. At the moment, my brain is saying tell the guy to fuck off and burst into the club. Which I know would only end with my ass being hauled out by the beefcake over here and Kayden being none too thrilled that I caused a scene.

Batting my eyelashes, I reach up and smooth his silk tie. “Can you please make an exception. This is my best friend, Savannah Livingston; you have to know who she is. Her fiancé, Kayden Knox…he kind of owns this place and is inside as we speak.

He doesn’t even blink.

The man is stone cold and not even caving a little bit.

Savannah cuts in, “For Christ’s sake. We already dealt with this earlier with check in. I’m going to be Mrs. Kayden Knox in a few months, and then I’ll be your boss. Do you really think this is the best way to handle this situation? I will call Kayden if I have to, but I really don’t want to do that.”

I feel his warm breath hit my face as he lets out a frustrated sigh. “Rules are rules. I don’t care who you are. If you’re not on the list, then you don’t get in.”

People behind us begin to grumble and complain, yelling at us to get out of the line because they want to get inside.

Reaching nonchalantly into my cleavage, I pull out two one hundred dollar bills I stuffed inside of my bra to use for drinks tonight. Instead, it looks like I’ll be using it to help bribe our way into this damn event.

Fisting the man’s tie, I pull him down to my level and smile extra hard at him as I lock my eyes with his before bringing my lips to his ear, pressing the money into his hand. “I’m pleased to see you’re taking your job so seriously. Really, I am. But listen here, buddy. My friend here needs to get inside. Her and your boss, Mr. Knox, had a little bit of a falling out. Dixon, who I assume you know, he was supposed to put us on the list. He forgot—no shocker there— he is kind of a bird brain when he gets around tits and liquor. If you look at the list and pretend to find our names, I’ll make sure you get a hefty bonus in your next paycheck.” Backing away from him, I smooth out his tie and lace my fingers together as I sweetly ask, “Sir, can you please check again…one more time. Brooklyn Bennett and Savannah Livingston. We were told we would be on the guest list. Please.”

I glance nervously at Savannah out of the corner of my eye. I can’t tell by the look on her face if she’s ready to turn on the water works or give up on surprising Kayden.

He clears his throat and begins scanning the stack of names on his clipboard. Finally, after getting to page three and making us stand here a nervous wreck, he barks out, “Oh, here you are. Sorry, I don’t know how I overlooked them.”

I let out a soft squeal of excitement as we walk past him and let the gentleman behind him check our I.D.s and mark our hands.

“I cannot believe you were able to get him to cave. I thought for sure we were going to have to text one of the guys to come let us into this damn thing.”

Pretending to be offended, I scoff, “How dare you ever doubt my skills!”

Shoving my arm, Savannah laughs, “Hey, it happens to the best of us. I’m happy for at least tonight that your luck has yet to run out because that would’ve been beyond embarrassing having to ask one of the guys to come out and get us inside.”

The club is packed and the music is so loud that we find ourselves screaming at each other while having our faces practically touching as we try to talk to each other.

I spot the bar and nudge Savannah, shouting into her ear, “Want me to go grab you a drink?” I know I need another drink. Especially since I’m on my way to wherever the hell Dixon is. If Jax is partying with them, that’s only going to be seriously awkward.

Savannah’s face is pale even with the rainbow strobe lights illuminating her face as she turns and looks at me. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is hanging open as she points her finger toward the DJ and the massive banner hanging above his head.

Oh my God!

Grabbing Savannah’s arm, I shake her a little more roughly than I planned and scream out in shock as I take in the face on the banner. It’s none other than Savannah’s belly-shot partner, Shayne, from the club last night. “Holy shit! Shayne Andrews is Shayne…L.A. Shayne?! He’s a UFC fighter?”

No fucking wonder the dude said he knew Kayden. Kayden’s throwing a goddamn party for this guy no less.

Grabbing my hand, Savannah drags me into the bathroom that thankfully is right beside the bar. She yanks me down onto the overly plush and chic looking circle couch in the corner of the room. Releasing my hands, she slouches over dropping her face into her hands.

Oh. My. God. Brooklyn. What am I going to do if I find Kayden and he wants to introduce me to the fighters he’s hosting this party for? What do I say? Oh hey, I already know him because he handcuffed me to his car and fucked my brains out last Halloween?!”

I feel awful, but I cannot help but find this slightly comical. Savannah has lived the most mundane life for the last four years and then BAM! She splits from Mr. Dirt bag also known as Logan and then suddenly her life is one hell of a fucking drama-filled rollercoaster. She can’t catch a damn break!!

My laughter fills the bathroom filled with girls touching up their makeup, gossiping, and taking selfies. “Your life is juicier than the damn soap operas, Savannah. You just can’t make this shit up!”

Lifting her face from her hands, she glares at me as she dramatically drops her hands onto her lap. “I’m glad you find this whole thing so entertaining.”

Well isn’t someone a tad bit snarky this evening.

Gripping her shoulder, I shake her maybe a little too forcefully but hey! I have to get through to this girl. The clock is ticking here!

I give her my best sympathetic smile and say, “Listen, that’s just worst-case scenario. This place is bursting at the seams with people. I highly doubt you’ll see Shayne. Hell, it’s going to be hard enough tracking down Knox in this place tonight.”

“You’re right. I need to stay sober and alert tonight. Let’s go to the bar, and I’ll grab myself water. I am not letting anything get in the way of Kayden and me again. I just want to find him and get the hell out of here.”

Climbing to her feet, Savannah smoothes out the skirt of her dress and struts with a little more confidence toward the vanity area.

“That’s my girl. Let’s go get you your man. If Shayne tries to cause any shit, I’ll put his ass in his place. Nothing like being a vague asshole last night skirting around the subject of Kayden. He knew damn well about this event tonight and everything going on with you and Kayden. That is bullshit. You have nothing to feel bad about because you—unlike Shayne— had zero idea about the connection between the two of them.”

Savannah’s face relaxes a little more as she finishes applying another coat of lipstick. Stiffening her spine, she tosses her lipstick into her clutch and lets out a deep, confident breath. “You’re right. I didn’t do anything wrong. Our past has nothing to do with Kayden and me. I’m freaking out over nothing.”

Hooking my arm with Savannah’s, I lead her out of the bathroom and pray to God that I’m right and we all leave her happy and better than ever. Because I don’t think Savannah can handle another shit storm which sadly I see brewing in the far-off distance.




Taking Savannah’s hand so I don’t lose her in the crowd of people, we maneuver throughout the club trying to get to the bar. It feels like it takes an eternity but we finally make it to the line for drinks.

“This place is a freaking mad house tonight. I’m glad we decided on dresses because it’s hotter than Hades in here.”

Waving her hand in front of her, Savannah blows a puff of air between her lips. “I know; I am dying over here. Can you order me an ice water? Between the dry desert heat and the body heat in this damn club, I’m going to need to stay hydrated.”

“Water? Alright, I’ll get my H2O from the ice cubes in my vodka cranberry.”

I feel my phone vibrating inside of my purse and quickly dig it out. I don’t know if maybe it’s Dixon maybe checking on us. I need to chew his ass out the second I find him for not putting us on the damn guest list—and he owes me two-hundred dollars.

My screen glows a text alert, but it’s not from Dixon. Instead, it’s a news update from Tinsel Town blog. I cringe as I slide open the text and read the header:


A scandalous night of revenge!

Click on the link to read how Savannah Livingston got back at cheating fiancé & billionaire mogul, Kayden Knox.


“Oh shit…you’re not going to like this, but things just got a little more complicated.” I can’t disguise the panic that is laced in my words as I try to figure out how the hell to break this to her. I click the link and immediately feel the weight of what this could possibly do to Savannah weighing heavily on my shoulders.

Our silly fun from last night seems to have blown up into something a whole hell of a lot bigger. For this to go viral right now is literally the worst timing ever.

I click the link and quickly skim over the story,


‘Savannah Livingston shows Kayden Knox his betrayal isn’t getting her down. She was spotted late last night— in Knox’s L.A. nightclub, no less—

partying it up with a sexy, up and coming UFC fighter, Shayne ‘Knock Out’ Andrews. Shayne has a fight against heavyweight champ, Juan Riviera next Saturday in Las Vegas.’


Of course, the picture plastered across the top of the story is Shayne taking a belly shot off Savannah last night at Vertigo.

Savannah looks fearful as she stares at me wide-eyed and asks, “Oh God! What now?”

The line begins moving again and we find ourselves finally up to the bar. I squeeze myself between a group of girls shouting their orders to the bartender and lean in closer to Savannah. “This is not good…God damn bloodsuckers,” I spit out between clenched teeth as I try to contain the urge to kick whoever’s ass that took this picture and sold this stupid fucking story to the press. Is it really that difficult to respect someone’s privacy? “They will do anything for a story.” Shaking my head, I hold my phone up in front of Savannah, showing her the story. Savannah’s hands are shaking as she reaches out snatching the phone from my hand.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Seriously, can I not go one freakin’ day without my name on this damn blog?!”

I feel awful. She’s been through so much already, and now because I wanted to go out last night this is happening. I wish I would’ve beat Giselle and Nadia’s asses last night because at least that would’ve been more headline worthy than this bullshit. This is all their fault anyway. If they hadn’t schemed and lied about Kayden, none of this would’ve even happened.

My features soften as I give Savannah a sympathetic look. My heart is breaking for her as she has her life once again talked about. Her and Kayden are on the road to reconciliation and then this story is put out there.

“What can I get you ladies, tonight?” the bartender asks, pulling us from the turmoil we’re lost in.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I lean onto the bar and shout over the music and loud chatter, “I’ll take an ice water and a vodka cranberry, thanks.” I pull my card out of my wallet and slide it across the bar to the bartender.

“Do you think Kayden’s seen this yet?” We haven’t heard from Kayden at all, but I’ve assumed they’re all busy celebrating with Braxton. I think if he did know about it, I would know because I don’t doubt he would’ve said something to Dixon. I know Dixon would text me immediately to find out what really went down last night. We can only hope that the guys are too distracted partying it up to pay attention to this stupid gossip. Of course, it just so happens that Kayden is good friends with this guy. Go figure! To make matters worse, we’re standing in the middle of a party being held in the honor of Shayne that Kayden and his club is hosting.

You can’t make this shit up. I swear I could write a scandalous and drama-filled novel based on the shit we deal with on a daily basis. The craziest shit seems to happen to us.

Letting out a long sigh, Savannah hands me back my phone and takes her water from me. She gulps down half the glass before slamming it on the bar.

“Well, it may explain Kayden’s lack of response to the text I sent earlier. I told him last night I talked to Nadia and she told me everything was a lie. He was fine. I told him I’d be heading back to Houston and would see him when he got back from Vegas.”

I refuse to sit back and let something so silly as an innocent belly shot hurt Savannah and Kayden’s relationship. We’re going to find Kayden right now and set this story straight. Savannah did nothing wrong. Kayden hopefully will be understanding and not let something this small blow up into something bigger. They need to shove the rest of the world to the side and focus completely on one another.

It pisses me off; we went from this amazing birthday bash in Hawaii with me helping Kayden plan this over the top marriage proposal, to all this meaningless drama popping up and threatening to destroy everything.

“We have to clear this shit up. Pronto!” Grabbing Savannah’s hand, I drag her away from the bar and into the crowd of party goers. We zigzag through the club and make our way toward the VIP section that is roped off and guarded by two bouncers. I feel my ass being groped by someone as we skirt through the small dance floor, but I don’t have time to deal with drunk assholes. Ignoring the sleaze balls, we finally make it to the VIP’s front entrance.

UFC is way bigger than I thought it was as I spot some pretty big celebrities hanging out, partying in the secluded section. There’s a line of people trying to get into the roped-off area more than likely hoping to get a chance to flirt with a movie star or get an autograph.

Us, we couldn’t care less about that shit. We just want to get to Kayden and the guys as soon as possible and get all of this crap settled so we can finally enjoy being in Las Vegas.

For some reason, the hods must be in our favor because it takes us barely any persuading and we’re being let into the VIP area. Which I’m grateful for; people I am fresh out of cash for bribing anyone, and at this point, I don’t have the energy to deal with trying to sweet talk my way inside.

The club is pitch dark, making it almost impossible to see anyone past a few feet in front of you. We walk at a snail’s pace past each table as we try to find which one the guys are hopefully hanging out in.

I’m grateful that everyone here tonight seems to be wrapped up in their own little worlds. Because Brooklyn and I look like creeps staring at everyone as we pass by their tables.

“Kayden knows better than anyone to believe the shit he reads on Tinsel Town blog, but that picture—like the one of Nadia and him— may hurt your case a little. And we know Knox has a temper, so let’s pray he doesn’t run into Shayne tonight,” I shout into Savannah’s ear at an attempt to help her relax. She’s squeezing my hand so damn tight I think the blood flow to my fingers has been officially cut off. I’m beginning to lose feeling in them. I wiggle my fingers as I speak to her, hinting for Savannah to chill on the death grip.

“I don’t see Kayden anywhere, Brooklyn. I think we should text Dixon to see where they are, or Jax…I really don’t care anymore. I need to find Kayden and fix this.” Savannah stops as we pass the sixth table. The sadness and frustration are written on her face as her shoulders sag.

I hate seeing her like this. Who the hell knows if the guys are even up here. They could be anywhere in here tonight. Admitting defeat in our search for them, I dig my phone out and quickly text Dixon.


Where u at? We’re in Vertigo at the front of VIP, trying to find u guys. Savannah needs to talk to Kayden ASAP!


I hit send and see immediately that the message is read. The bubble appears alerting me that he’s writing back, and I find myself letting out a deep sigh of relief. A message pops up from him, but before I can read it Savannah is shoving me and screaming, “Go…now!”

I lose my balance as my maniac of a best friend shoves me while I’m standing in 6” stilettos! Stumbling forward, I quickly react and reach out in front of me catching myself on a stranger. I give him a small smile and yell, “Sorry,” before whipping my eyes back around to Savannah.

She speeds past me, ignoring the fact that she almost snapped my fucking ankles in two. “Shayne is right behind me; move your ass. Now!” Grabbing my wrist as she walks past me, Savannah drags me along. I quickly pick up my pace as I try to keep up with her and not break my neck or my heels in the process.

“Damn it, Savannah! I practically snapped my frickin’ ankle! Shayne’s here? What the hell? Does he have a freakin’ GPS on your ass or something?” I scream at her as I look around trying to spot where he’s at now.

We maneuver through the crowd trying to make it out of the VIP area. Savannah glances behind her, and from the look of frustration and panic written all over her face, I’m guessing he’s still nearby.

Gasping for air, she blurts out with shaky words, “I don’t know…but I swear…out of all the people I could run into, how is it Shayne and I literally bump into each other. Thank God he didn’t realize it was me and try to talk to me. I just need to find Kayden and clear everything up.”

Pulling on her hand, I get her to stop and take a damn breath. “Dixon texted back. Let me see what he said so we can finally find them and figure this shit out.”

She releases my hand and folds her arms against her chest as she looks around nervously. I fish my phone out of my clutch and quickly pull up the message.


We’re in VIP. Just got a table toward the back. If she needs to talk to Kayden about what I think she does, FYI he knows and he is fucking ripping. How fucked up is it that Shayne was all over her last night when he’s friends with Kayden? Hell, Kayden just spent a lot of money to host this fucking event tonight. That is some shady ass shit right there. But hurry up and find us. I’ll keep an eye out for y’all.


“Well, I have good news and bad news.”

“Give me the good news first.”

I gulp down my drink and set it on a bottle girl’s tray as she tries to speed walk past us.

Damn, I needed that. My nerves can’t take all this shit.

“The good news is they’re here…the bad news is Kayden saw the blog post about Shayne.”

“Ugh. Why the hell did I get on that bar last night? I never should’ve let you talk me into it. I should’ve known someone would take a picture. Since I’ve started dating Kayden, nothing in my life is private anymore. Now I’m paying the price for my stupid lack of judgment. All of this only makes me loathe Giselle even more than I already did. This is all her fault. Kayden better make sure she and Nadia pay for all the stress they’ve caused us,” Savannah shouts as her frustration finally boils over.

Putting my hand on the back of hers, I give it a gentle squeeze and try to calm her down. “Dixon said they’re on the far end of the VIP area. Since we know Shayne is sitting with his posse at the beginning of the VIP section, we’ll go around the other way. Try to avoid another run-in.” Quickly, I lead her toward the back entrance of the VIP section.

Immediately, we spot their table and the second we do I immediately feel my blood begin to boil. Sitting beside Kayden is none other than the biggest whore of Las Vegas, Trixie LaRue.



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Chapter One


“There’s the birthday girl,” Kayden says as he presses a kiss to the side of my exposed neck.

Pushing brew on my Keurig, I spin in his arms and lean against the countertop as I peer up into the mesmerizing green eyes of my husband. Even after all of these years he’s able to take my breath away and send butterflies fluttering frantically in my belly. I hope I never lose this feeling because nothing compares to the overwhelming emotions that your mind and body go through when you’re madly in love with someone.

“Here I am,” I say sweetly as I run my hands up the back of his arms loving the feeling of his hard, muscular biceps as they flex against the cotton fabric of his crisp, white shirt.

His hands, big and powerful, grip my hips pinning my backside to the cupboards behind me as his body slides perfectly up against mine.

Our bodies are like gravity— unable to fight the temptation…unconsciously gravitating towards each other against our will. It’s undeniable the pull we feel to each other. The spark burns too brightly. It’s a hopeless task to try to fight the love between us; it’s like a raging forest fire in a world without water—simply impossible to put out.

People have tried and failed…they’ll always fail because one thing we know to be true after everything we’ve been through: Our love is indestructible and every obstacle we face we conquer together as a united front and only become stronger because of it.

Squeezing the back of his arms, I lean up onto the toes of my stilettos and purse my lips up towards his. His fingers dig into my hips as his lips brush against mine. We already made love in the shower while Sylvia fed the babies their breakfast, but our need for one another is insatiable. I crave his kisses the moment his lips leave mine. I’m addicted to this man and thank the Lord every day for blessing me with him in my life.

I let out a squeal of surprise as I feel his hands lift me effortlessly into the air before placing my ass firmly onto the granite countertop. Kayden’s kiss becomes more intense as my fingers slide into his hair and I cup the back of his head. I pull his mouth closer to mine if it’s even possible as I part my lips to welcome his talented tongue. My body quivers as a jolt of desire courses through me. His tongue licks the inside of my lips as a low rumble comes from his chest and vibrates into my mouth.

Even with my body still aching for the amazing shower sex we just had, I find myself running scenarios through my head for a way to have a quickie before we have to head to work.

His hands slowly make their way from my waist and run down the sides of my thighs across the fabric of my dress before connecting with the exposed skin just above my knee. I arch my back as he leans me further backwards and I wrap my legs around his waist. We’re in the middle of our kitchen with staff all around our house and the babies upstairs getting ready to go into work with me, and yet none of that seems to matter to my brain at the moment. I’m too kiss drunk to care about any of that. Instead, the only thing on my mind is my husband carrying me into his office just off from the kitchen and pounding his glorious penis into me as a nice way of saying, ‘now have a nice day at work, sweetie’.

“Fuck, baby. Do we have time?” he murmurs against my lips, reading my mind.

Panting, I tighten my legs and pull him further against me as I shift my hips grinding my soaking wet core against his hard erection.

“I don’t have any meetings this morning…” My words come out breathless as I lean into the crook of his neck and drag the tip of my tongue across his light stubble. I feel his cock jump in his slacks and a low growl rumbles from his lips.

Wrapping his arms around my hips he tightens his hold on me before lifting me off of the counter. He takes two steps backwards and turns to walk towards his office when the sound of his phone going off on the kitchen island fills the room.


“Ignore it, Knox. Whoever it is you can call back in five minutes tops,” I plead as I lean back in his arms and peer up at him.

“I can’t. You know I can’t,” he says with disappointment before setting me down onto the hardwood floor.

It’s my birthday, dammit. I want to scream at the person persistently calling. I deserve melt your panties off sex. Not lady blue balls!

I really, really, really hate that our lives are so damn chaotic and filled with work, work, and more work. Oh and twins! Let’s not forget that.  Somehow we manage to still have a sex life, praise the Lord, because I don’t think it’s even humanly possible for Kayden to not fuck all thoughts straight out of my head on a daily basis. But gone are the days of lazy, sex filled nights and weekends. In their place is a life of quickies before work if we’re lucky—because most days Kayden’s up at the ass-crack-of-dawn and off to the office before I even roll out of bed.

We only have Sylvia, our nanny, Monday through Friday with weekends off. On Tuesdays and Thursday, I bring the kids with me to work so she can spend those days doing laundry and picking up our dry cleaning since we usually get back to Sugar Land after the cleaners is closed.

“Sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you tonight. Don’t forget I’ll be picking you up at the office around five so don’t even think about working late. It’s your birthday, and I plan on wining and dining you tonight before bringing you home and doing every naughty thing that I didn’t get to do to you this morning.”

A shiver of excitement shoots down my spine and explodes in my belly.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I lean up onto my toes and give him a quick peck on the lips. “I can’t wait.”

“Now I really have to get this. Why don’t you go check on the boys and see if Sylvia needs any help? I’ll go pull the truck up while I take this call.”

I give him a slight nod and slap his nicely toned ass as he grabs the phone off of the island and puts it on speaker phone.

“Knox,” he yells at his phone as he grabs his mug off the counter along with his keys and disappears into the corridor.

I hear the front door shut as I turn back to the coffee I was in the middle of making before I got distracted. Adding cream and sugar, I twist the lid on my travel mug and head upstairs to see if the boys are ready for the day. They love when I bring them into work with me because everyone spoils them rotten while they’re there. I love that I’m able to run my own company so that I can bring them to work with me. I’d hate having to spend every single day away from them. Them, along with their daddy, are my entire world.

With today being my birthday, spending the day with them only makes today that much more special.