The first rule of office romance is don’t do it-especially if your dream is to hold the anchor spot on the nightly news and your boss is trying to get you fired.īut one look at Cade Hill, the sexy new sports director, and uptight reporter Rebecca Fieldstone is daydreaming about other things. onlyįrom Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and international bestselling author Tia Louise…
Get a Text Alert as soon as it’s live! Text “TiaLouise” to 64600 Now.* U.S. Get an email alert when THE LAST GUY goes LIVE on Amazon: Meet Cade Hill on June 12th! Add to your TBR here: The Last Guy is a new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills & International Selling Author Tia Louise. Not in a million fucking years.” He leans down and his lips capture mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, exploring, owning me. “We’re gonna regret this.”Ī long shudder comes from him, and his eyes are heavy-lidded as he watches me. I slide my palms up and down against the hot planes of his pelvis, teasing him, tracing my fingers around the straining bulge of his erection. He’s standing in front of me in black boxer briefs. Looking up, I slide my palms to his sides, pushing his jeans lower. I scoot to the foot of the bed so I’m right in front of him and my head is level with his waist. If I do this…if I go through with boning him…it’s going to be the best sex of my life, judging by the tiny raised hairs all over my body. I sigh and lean into his palm, letting the sizzle between us electrify me. He’s focused, determined, and I watch long fingers unfasten his belt, the top of his jeans, his zipper.
He strides toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. “We really shouldn’t do this…” My voice is breathless. My stomach clenches when I see the lines of his muscles deepened by the shadowy light. The light of the full moon blasting through my window covers him in a silvery glow. “Damn,” he rasps, and I watch, mesmerized as he reaches behind his neck to pull his shirt over his head, leaving his hair a sexy mess. My dress is up around my waist, my bra is wet from Cade’s mouth, and my nipples are pointing right at him. He kicks the door shut and without even turning on the light, he tosses me on my back on the bed.
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