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330 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 25, 2018
“I’m sorry.”
Noah smiles. “This just became my favorite place on the ship. A joke and an apology within minutes of each other? Is this place magical?”
I sigh. Loudly.
“Oh wait, he’s back. Never mind.”
“Why do I have the feeling you get your ass kicked a lot?”
“Guess we’re about to find out if you’re a top or bottom,” I say. He laughs against my skin, and I shiver. I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation.
“Pretty sure I’m going to be okay with either.”
My eyes fly open, and I turn in his arms. “How do you know?”
One side of his mouth turns up. “I have so many toys at home I could probably open my own sex shop.”
“Damn, that’s hot.”
Matt leans in and lays a kiss under my ear and then moves down my neck. His hands grip my hips and tug me closer. “And I’ve used them all. Every. Single. One.”
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I don’t want to admit to myself what I’ve been trying to deny for four years—ever since being drafted to the NFL. I’m so tired of being alone.
A month ago, I was alone in the world. Sitting here with my brother and a guy I’m beginning to care for, I realize I have people in my corner. My heart sinks at that thought because, with it, the weight of my decision becomes heavier. Now I have a brother to support and the potential to walk away from Noah with a broken heart. Or maybe break his.
I examine Noah’s face as he drives, taking in his easy smile and relaxed posture and know I can’t break his heart when he’s not open to letting anyone inside it.
Which means the only one open to getting hurt is me.
Free cruise, he said. Pretend to be Matt Jackson's boyfriend, he said. It'll be fun, he said. You know what he didn't say? That Matt Jackson is a miserable asshole.
Huh. He'd rather deal with the media than kiss me. Someone get be a crash cart, because my ego just flatlined.