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320 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 31, 2017
Sarina Bowen is the 24-time USA Today bestselling and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary fiction, including: The Five Year Lie, the True North series, and the Brooklyn Hockey series. She's the co-author of Him/Us and the WAGs series with Elle Kennedy. And more!
To look at us, you’d almost think that Jess didn’t like me. But this is just how we are together. Fiery, baby.When Jess moves to Toronto to start nursing school, she knows she has to buckle down and get serious. She’s 26 and has had a long battle trying to decide what to do with her life. She’s finally decided this is it. This is her calling. She’s glad to have Jamie and Wes near by, but she can’t have distractions while she’s in school. But with Jamie and Wes comes Blake Riley. The biggest distraction known to man. Blake and Jess drive each other crazy, but their chemistry is off the charts. I love their banter and seeing them together kept a huge crazy grin on my face.
"We might've started out as fuck buddies, then took a trip into the friends-with-benefits zone, but she's mine now."
jay babe
baby cakes
everything looks terrif
no problemo
same diff
honey buns
hot stuff
chicks
shit balls
wee bit buzzed
jay bomb
bro
huge tits
hubby
we don't have to bone tonight, I just want another kiss.
no presh (instead of no pressure)
I just want to press my face between her tits and make motor boat noises.
She's giving him a bj. She says: I can't get much of it. He says: I know babe, nobody can.
Her boobs jiggle when she laughs.
Is my junk cool or what?
Your VA-JAY-JAY is mine.
The Blake Snake (is how he referred to his penis)
All of these are quoted from this book. I'ts pretty hard to enjoy this..
I just want to know what these authors do with the time they save from writing no presh instead of no pressure.
Blake doesn’t do anything half-assed. He laughs the way he lives his life—loud and fierce and without inhibition. He fucks that way, too.
What the heck are you talking about? Who’s wrong about what?” “You, about, well, everything.” I grin at her. “We’re way more than friends, Jessie.” “Blake—” She sounds exasperated. “But no worries,” I finish breezily. “I’ll just sit tight until you figure that out.”
I’m Blake Riley,” I offer.
“Dyson Hart.”
“Dyson, like the vacuum?”
“That’s right.” He gives me a sidelong glance. “Want a demonstration?”
“Dyson,” Jess snaps. “What did we talk about?”
His gaze lowers to his crotch, and God help me, but I look down, too. Yep. He’s hard. It looks like he shoved a forty of beer down there and tried to smuggle it into the bar. Why does his dumb dick have to be so stupidly big?
He laughs the way he lives his life—loud and fierce and without inhibition."
“You know,” he continues, “when all the babes would throw themselves at me nilly-willy.”
“Willy-nilly,” I correct.
“Huh?”
“It’s willy-nilly. The willy comes first.”
He winks at me. “I’ll let you have this one, but only because you’re right—the willy always does come first.”
I take a step closer and touch my lips to hers "You make Blake Riley Smiley."
Why does such an annoying human have to be so freaking attractive? Bright green eyes look back at me, framed by thick lashes. They’re set into a ruggedly handsome face, which is riding atop a dreamboat body. For a split second, I can’t think of a single reason why I don’t like this man.
I can’t give them one more exhibit of my lack of judgment, not when I’m about to announce yet another career change. I’m already the flighty kid. The screw-up. And I absolutely put the screw in screw-up when I let Blake get me out of my clothes.
“Hey. J-Babe?”
“Mmm?”
I keep busy so I don’t have to look at him. But he waits me out.
“Jess?” he says softly.
Giving in, I turn my chin.
“You’re the coolest girl I know.” His eyes light up when he smiles at me.
His expression brightens. “Are we role-playing? I love role-playing.”
Of course he does.
“Maybe another time. I need to brush up on my Elizabethan English first.”
He waves a hand. “Naah, they still use the same words for fucking. Like in Romeo and Juliet, when she’s all, a blowjob by any other name will still make you come.”
Shit. Once upon a time we were briefly friends with benefits. Now we’re just friends at a benefit.