Whoa," Brit breathed, handing my drink back to me. "That was..." "Really hot," Jacob finished. "I thought you two were going to rip off each other's clothes and start making babies right here on the dirty, beer covered floor. Like I was going to have to start charging admission for what was about to go down.

Join me? Patting the spot beside him, he inclined his head. “Pretty please? I’m lonely all by myself over here.

We're partners." "Huh?" "We. Are. Partners.

I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I knew it was a sound of approval.

You don’t have to want to be in a relationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.” Brittany looked at him slowly. “Did you really just say that?” “I did. And I owned it . Gonna make me a shirt that says that.

Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.

Easy for you to say. You’re the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing.