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Graham’s brow furrows. “What’s wrong?”
Oh, nothing. I’m just so horny, it’s making me aggravated. “Nothing, I’m fine,” I lie.
Taking a step closer, concern etched over his features. “You’re not fine. Did something happen at work?”
I heave a sigh. “No, nothing like that. Work was great, actually.”
“Then talk to me.”
Why does he have to be so goddamn sweet all the time? “Graham,” I say on a breath.
“What’s got you so irritated?”
“Oh my god, I’m horny, okay! I’m so fucking horny, I feel like I’m losing my mind. This pregnancy is making me hornier than I’ve ever been, and I can’t stand it. Nothing helps!” The blood rushes to my cheeks as soon as I get everything out, and regret settles in my chest. “Happy now?” I ask.
Pressing his lips together, Graham swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I can help you with that,” he rasps, face stone-cold serious.
“What?” I huff a shaky laugh. “No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can, Charley.” Taking a step closer, my back hits the side of my car. “I want to help,” he says, voice low and throaty.
My heart pounds against my ribs, and I forget how to breathe for a moment as I take in what Graham’s saying. What he’s offering.
I can’t.
We can’t…right?
But as his body crowds mine, face so close I can feel his hot breath against my face, I’m failing to remember why we shouldn’t. Heat pools between my thighs, and pressing them together does nothing to extinguish the ache.
“Let me help you, Charley,” he offers again, and it’s too much.
I need this. Desperately. He wants to give it to me, so why not? It’s just one time; it doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to change anything either.
Fuck it.
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