Recommended By Marissa
Recommended By Marissa
If you’re looking for a great alpha-hole hero, you will love to hate Henry Locke. You will also love the antics that Vicky gets up to with Smuckers the dog, but want to punt Henry every time he’s mean to her. This was a great unique storyline, and I couldn’t put it down. I was worried how Annika would get me to love Henry when the things he would do to Vicky to try and get her to quit and give up. There was some heartbreak, but Henry does a great grovel.
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He pushes a hard-cut thigh between my legs. “Ride it. Move. I'm gonna need you good and wet.”
“I’ll get you off, baby. I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll take you slow and deep. I’ll print every inch of your skin. Nothing—nothing about it will be fake.”
He slides a thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it down. “Open.” I open and he slips two fingers between my lips, into my mouth. “Suck. Get them nice and wet. These are the fingers that are going to fuck your pussy.”
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He’s a powerful billionaire CEO who built the family business into an empire. The money doesn’t matter to him, but the company is his life. And then his eccentric mother wills it all to her tiny dog.
I’m Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that’s what my elderly neighbor always says.) When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to her dog, Smuckers. With me as his spokesperson.
Suddenly I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor’s son, Henry Locke, aka New York’s most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me.
Rumor has it Henry’s a business genius who’s as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Sure, he’s gorgeous. Sex-in-a-seven-thousand dollar suit. But…
He’s arrogant and infuriating.
He refuses to listen to me when I insist I didn’t con his mother.
He thinks he can bully me, buy me off, control me, even seduce me.
Henry may have the women of Manhattan eating out of the palm of his hand, but I'm so over-entitled rich guys who think they own the world.
No way will his wicked smile be charming ME out of my panties.
His wicked...devastating...impossible-to-resist smile.
Oh well, who needs panties anyway?
*** A sexy enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy standalone!***