Bad Behavior Book 2
by Melissa Marino
March 7, 2017; Forever
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For Evelyn Owen, work comes first.
Being a wedding planner to the city's elite fills her nights and weekends, and
she doesn't have time for distractions. Especially in the form of a sexy
bartender with killer dimples . . .
Abel Matthews knows how to serve the
ladies. But lately, the only woman he wants is just out of reach. That's
because Evelyn has already been warned about his playboy ways. Still, there's
something about her that makes Abel want more than a quick fling.
Evelyn knows that she shouldn't trust
Abel. Yet she's seen a side of him no one else knows, and she can't turn away.
But Abel is hiding something from her . . . and if he doesn't confess soon, it
will tear them apart.
As the door clicked shut, I found myself pushed up against it, Abel pressing his body into me. He swooped down, pressing his lips tightly to mine before opening his mouth and allowing his tongue to find mine. Deep kisses, his hands in my hair and mine gripping the back of his neck, led to a now-familiar sigh falling from his lips.
As the door clicked shut, I found myself pushed up against it, Abel pressing his body into me. He swooped down, pressing his lips tightly to mine before opening his mouth and allowing his tongue to find mine. Deep kisses, his hands in my hair and mine gripping the back of his neck, led to a now-familiar sigh falling from his lips.
“That’s
more like it,” he mumbled against my mouth. “I missed you.”
The
words, along with his beard, tickled me inside and out. He missed me. It was
like Callie had said—we were gooey. He smiled and rested his hands on my hips.
His fingers fumbled around the middle of the jumpsuit I was wearing before he
reached around my back, his hands smoothing across to my ass.
“What
are you doing?” I asked.
“Trying
to find your skin so I can touch you.”
I
stifled a moan because it was the exact thing that made me weak. His moves in
bed were amazing, but he had perfected his art of words very well. I would’ve
liked to have attributed it to his English major background, but I knew better.
He had a lot of practice.
“You
can keep trying,” I said. “But it’s a jumpsuit. It’s all connected.”
He
grabbed my ass, giving it a squeeze. “That’s too bad. What else is too bad is
I’m pretty sure you’re not wearing underwear.”
Melissa Marino is a full-time writer
and part-time Storm Trooper collector. When she's not writing, you can find her
watching Friends reruns, mastering her cupcake frosting swirl
and hunting for the perfect red lipstick. Melissa lives in Chicago with
her husband, son and very opinionated dachshund.
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