Published on October 7, 2015 Genres: Chick Lit, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Romance
I have a history of picking the wrong guy.
Check, check and check.
Now I can’t stop fantasizing about one of the customers at the coffee shop I work at between classes. It’s just a harmless crush, right? It’s not like I ever see this guy outside of the coffee shop. It’s not like I’m going to see him while attempting to get birth control at the student clinic. While wearing a paper gown. While sitting on an exam table. Because he’s the doctor.
But what if, for once, the man I’ve had the dirtiest, most scandalous fantasies about turned out to be everything but wrong?
Wrong is so right, in every way. It is such an enjoyable read. I laughed out loud, snorted really. Sophie’s mind works just like mine! Everything I think about, comes out of Sophie’s mouth. And I love it.
Sophie is a good girl, putting herself through college by working at a local campus coffee shop. She has a boyfriend, but also a weekly crush on an older man. When she runs into her crush in an awkward position, she wants to die of mortification. Although it’s awkward and embarrassing, it’s also endearing and ends up being a fantastic love story!
Luke is the sexy, older alpha we all love. Sophie is the innocent and ridiculously adorable love of his life. Add some fun college friends, a bitch of a whore, and an adorable toddler-who steals a scene or two, and this is the most perfect read, EVER!
If you’re a fan of the ridiculously funny and brilliant, Sophie Kinsella, and enjoyed the sexiness-OK, dirtiness, of Fifty Shades, this is a book for you. It’s light and humorous, but OH. SO. DIRTY! I actually blushed. But it’s really cute too. There’s these really sweet moments between Sophie and Luke that left lasting memories, that I’ll always remember. And at the same time, the sex is HOT. Dirty hot. Like I can not believe I just read that hot. I may have showered after a scene or two.
A definite favorite read for me! Luke will forever be in my heart… and while I love him through and through, I can’t call dibs on him, because he truly belongs with Sophie. This story has it all… and I want more from these characters!!! (Hint: Please, please, please write Everly’s story. I’ll love you forever and a day!)
Thanks to Michelle New for these amazing graphics for my review!
Luke flexes his jaw and rubs the back of his neck. It occurs to me now how stupid my fantasy crush was. This is the longest amount of time I’ve spent with him, and the only time without a counter separating us. Still, I can’t help being attracted to him. I know it’s wrong. Fucked up. Delusional. I’m already wondering if my future career will pay enough to cover the therapy I obviously need.
Marie is back and places something wrapped in heavy-duty plastic on the tray. The object makes a thud as she sets it down before taking up her seat beside the door again, sticking her face into an old copy of Good Housekeeping.
“Lie back on the table, Sophie.” Luke’s face is unreadable as he walks over to the exam table. He wraps a hand around my wrist and raises it over my head, his eyes passing over my face briefly before he sets my hand on the table.
His fingers move to the gown covering me. Do not be turned on, do not be turned on, do not be turned on, I chant to myself. I snap my gaze away and focus on the ceiling.
There’s a motivational poster on the ceiling right above the exam table. I burst out laughing just as I feel Luke’s hands on my breast.
“Sorry, are my hands cold?”
“No, your hands are perfect,” I blurt out without thinking. I think I detect a slight smirk on his face before I revert my gaze to the poster on the ceiling.
“The poster.” I gesture upward with my free hand. It strikes me funny that there’s a motivational poster on the ceiling. Like that’s gonna take my mind off where I’m at. Or is it meant to motivate me to stay on this table? I giggle again. Luke tilts his head and looks at the ceiling.
Shit, are my nipples hard? That’s normal, right? He’s not doing anything erotic, but his hands are on my breasts. Yeah, my nipples are hard. His fingers are flat against the sides of my breasts now. He’s rotating them around in what feels like a spiral pattern before lightly pinching my nipple. I have to stop myself from moaning a little. His hands feel good. I’m sure they’re not supposed to, but they do.
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